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I can’t argue with that. I don’t want anyone to see her naked, but me. I grab her tighter, letting my pants stay below my ass, and take her into the house. Our bodies are still joined, and my pants threaten to slide down even more. All of that makes walking difficult, but I’m not about to move away from Junie and expose her.
With each step I make, Junie begins tightening on my semi-hard cock, bringing him back to life, as her hips grind against me. She moans as she feels my cock stretch.
Looks like we’re having round two in the living room. Hopefully, we make it to the couch so I can bend her over it and spank her sweet little ass for the hell she’s put me through…
Junie
Kennebunkport is beautiful. Very different from Stone Lake, but gorgeous just the same. Ben had to come down here to pick up some paperwork and somehow cajoled me into taking the day off to spend it with him. I admit he didn’t have to try very hard, because I wanted to spend time with him.
It’s been three days since we had sex out on the porch and in the time that has passed, we seem to have trouble keeping our hands off one another—and I’m definitely not complaining.
“Oh! I want to go in there,” I cry as we round the corner. We’ve spent the day shopping, having lunch, and sightseeing. I think it might be the single best day in my life. Now, we’re holding hands walking down a street. I’ve never held hands in my life. I’ve never wanted to…
I watch as Ben looks over at the white sign, declaring the name of the house. We’re standing at the edge of the gate where the picket fence encloses the yard and house. It’s adorable and reminds me of something you’d see in a fairytale.
“The Wedding Cake House? Are you trying to tell me something here, Junebug?”
“Are you skeerrr-ed?” I pronounce the word wrong, drawing it out to mock him as I hold my hands out like claws, laughing up at his face, which definitely looks terrified.
“Of spending two hours inside a girly, yellow and white house, that might possibly cause my balls to dry up like prunes? Abso-fucking-lutely,” he replies, laughing down at me.
“It won’t be that bad,” I joke, shaking my head at him. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“Easy for you to say, it’s not your balls on the line,” he mumbles under his breath as I pull him inside the gate to the cute little walkway that leads to the house.
“I thought you liked me, Junebug?” Ben murmurs, pulling me into his body. He bends his head down and brings our lips together. As his hand slides against the side of my neck it’s a sweet kiss, not deep, but a small taste of him. Our tongues wrap around each other lazily as we play.
“Oh, I definitely like you, Sheriff. I like you a whole lot.” I look up at him, and we’re so close that we could kiss again. His nose brushes against the top of mine, and it’s like the world slips away. It’s just the two of us and I love that.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” Ben answers.”
“That’s because your ego needs to be stroked every day. That’s what happens once it gets so big.” I giggle.
“Now you just want me to spank your ass,” Ben whispers into my ear.
“Wellllll….” I draw the word out, extending it like I’m trying to figure out what I’m saying so that it doesn’t get me into trouble. We both know that what I really want is for Ben to punish me, probably because his punishments are so delightfully wicked. “I can’t deny, I do like it when you spank me.”
“Is that why you’re always trying to be a pain in my ass, so I’ll be forced to make you behave?” he responds back, his eyes dancing.
“I can neither admit nor deny that statement.”
“You’re such a brat. Next thing I know, you’ll be telling me you’ve been a bad little girl and asking Daddy to spank you.” I can picture everything he just described in my mind so clearly that I tremble in reaction, while wetness pools between my legs. “You like that,” Ben murmurs, his voice dropping down to a graveled sound that makes even more goosebumps appear across my flesh. His eyes become heated and dark. I’m certain that if we weren’t on a crowded street, he would give me everything that I just imagined and more.
“You don’t like it?” I question softly. This openness and genuine love between us is new and unknown to me. I’ve never felt safe enough to explore my desires and wants like I do with Ben.
“I like everything when it comes to you, Junebug.” Ben’s hand tightens into my hair, his thumb brushing softly against my cheek, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will never love anyone else in my life the way that I love Ben.
He’s everything.
I’ve got to get control here, or I’m going to end up dropping down on my hands and knees and begging him to love me just the way that I love him. So, I decide to change the subject.
“Can I ask where the nickname Junebug came from? It’s definitely out of the blue.” I ask him and strangely enough, I don’t mind his nickname. I hated Greg’s, but Ben’s nickname—although weird as hell—makes me smile.
“You were pissing me off,” he replies with a shrug, and I frown at him.
“Come again?” My brow furrows as I prepare myself for his answer. Ben gets a sneaky look on his face, as his lips stretch out into a full smile. He pulls away just a little, his hands still braced at my neck. I know from experience he’s trying to ruffle my feathers. He likes it when I get mad, the big dummy.
“It just kind of slipped out. You know how a junebug just makes this loud noise and keeps you from resting and relaxing on a hot summer day? It just doesn’t stop, even when that’s really all you want to do?”
