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“I really want to have sex with you again. But do we have to stick to the standards? I’d like to try some of the kinky stuff too.”
Elio was torn between laughing and flipping Gianna over his lap to give her exactly what she asked for. He was dying to spank her perky little ass again.
“Don’t move.” He climbed out of bed, sprinted across the chilly hardwood floor, and picked up his entire duffel bag.
Gianna sat up, grinning as he carried it over to a chair near the bed. He rifled through it until he found what he was looking for. He tossed the box of condoms on the bed, amused when she picked it up to study it.
“Only twelve?” she complained.
She was going to be the death of him. And he couldn’t wait to put his life in her hands.
He started back toward the bed, but she held up her finger, stopping him. “You still haven’t unpacked.”
He jumped onto the mattress, and she giggled as she bounced. “You can help me do that later. After I spank you. I specifically told you not to move.”
Her eyes widened, but there was no denying she wanted what he offered.
Elio grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, so she was naked in an instant.
“Your turn,” she said, reaching for the waistband of his lounge pants. He shoved them away.
“Always so impatient.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss, then before she could react, he twisted her, pushing her facedown on the mattress.
She tried to push back up, but only until the first slap landed on her ass.
“Ouch,” she said, but there wasn’t a hint of pain in her tone.
He spanked her again, just twice, before squeezing her ass cheek, adding pressure to the heat.
“Why does that feel so good?” Gianna murmured, though her question was clearly rhetorical.
He spanked her again, her ass turning the same delightful pink of her cheeks whenever she blushed.
She groaned when he lowered his head and nipped at her ass. Gianna tried to skitter away playfully, but he tightened his grip, holding her in place. He spanked her again, but this time he didn’t pause, didn’t give her time to adjust.
Soon, Gianna’s hips were rising to meet each slap.
“Please,” she gasped at last.
Elio rose briefly so that he could push his lounge pants off. Gianna remained on her stomach in the middle of the bed, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
She started to push up, but when he shook his head, she dropped back down. “Stay just like that. Let me look at you.”
She wiggled her ass impishly, and he gave her one last spank because he couldn’t resist. Then, he grabbed a condom from the box, wishing he’d sprung for the jumbo thirty-six pack. Something told him he’d be hard-pressed to limit himself to just twelve more times with Gianna. He rolled the condom on and sent a silent prayer to the gods that this one didn’t break. Then he climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs.
He gripped his dick and ran it along her slit, from clit to ass. He grinned to himself when he recalled her wanting everything except the “butt stuff.” He was tempted to try to change her mind about that.
Fuck it. He was definitely going to change her mind on that.
Gianna kept trying to catch him, to force him inside every time he got close to her opening, but he shifted away, simply stroking the wet heat. She pleaded, then threatened, then cursed, but he didn’t give in. He liked playing with her, liked her breathlessness, her pink cheeks—ass and face—and the way she never held back her emotions, sharing them with him through words, adorable squeaks, and expressions.
She was an open book, one that he didn’t want to stop reading.
“Roll over, Gianna,” he said at last, when his teasing was becoming too painful even for him. “I want to see your pretty face when I slide inside you.”
She shifted, wincing slightly when her sore ass hit the mattress. He grasped her thighs, parting then lifting them until the back of her knees rested on his shoulders.
She reached down, gripping his cock, guiding it to her opening. “Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you inside me.”
