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I smack her backside again and slide my fingers deep along the seam of her body. She moans and arches into my hand. “Does that feel like a taunt?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, it does.”
“Not pleasure? Because if it doesn’t feel good, I can stop.”
“You’re evil, Cole.”
“And you like it.” I nip her hip and lave the offended skin before I push to my feet, my hands caressing a path over the porcelain perfection of her back and belly, until one hand is between her shoulder blades, while the other gently teases her nipples. She arches into the touch, and the instant she reacts, I turn her to face me, pressed against the wall, my hands back on the surface by her head, but I ensure we do not touch anywhere despite the fact that I want to touch her everywhere. I want to feel her everywhere.
My gaze rakes over her perfect curves, a slow inspection that has my body humming with how much I want her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice low, rough with everything she makes me feel and want. No woman has ever made me feel anything like this.
“And this makes you want to spank me?”
“I am going to spank you and I’m going to do it because we both like it. I do. So do you.” I push off the wall and back up. “Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
Her beautiful eyes spark with shock. “What?”
“You heard me. Go to the bed—”
“I heard. You want me to—”
“Yes. Now. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can fuck, and make love.”
“Fuck or make love?”
I grab her and pull her to me, cupping her head and kissing the hell out of her. “Both,” I say. “We can do both. That’s who we are now.”
She smiles, and her hand settles on my jaw. “Yes. That is who we are and—”
“And what?” I press.
“I like it.”
My heart warms with those words. My heart has warmed in ways I didn’t think possible with Lori, and it does so because of Lori. “I want you to like it,” I assure her, walking backward and turning her until she’s standing in front of the bed, my hands on her shoulders, erection at her hip, as I lean in and whisper. “Now do as I say.” I lean in and kiss her. “On your hands and knees.”
She reaches down, strokes my cock and then goes down on her hands and knees, clearly reminding me that she can test my control. With anyone else, I would not like this at all, but they are not her. With her, with my wife, I fucking love this challenge. I go down on a knee beside her, my hand, running up her belly and teasing her nipples before one palm settles at her backside and the other settles between her shoulder blades. I rub her backside, deep caresses, her soft, raspy breathing filling the air. Over and over I warm her skin, readying her, my fingers sliding into her sex, stroking her until she’s so damn wet, she can be no wetter, waiting for that moment that finally comes.
“Are you going to warn me?” she asks.
“This is your warning,” I say, and then smack her backside hard and fast two times, and then I shift and enter her, driving deep. I pull back and spank her again, driving into her, pulling back. I spank her again. I drive in again.
“Cole,” Lori cries out, pleasure and need etched in my name that leaves no room for me to ask where she’s at right now, what she wants, but still, I roll to my side, pulling her back to my chest, cupping her breast. “How are you right now?” I ask, my lips at her ear, needing to know she’s with me, in this, fully aroused. “Are you with me, Lori?”
“How can you not know that answer?” She reaches behind her, grabs my hip and presses against me. “Does that answer your question?”
I lean around her, kissing her, our bodies grinding together as I do, and it’s just not enough. I thrust into her, and she pants and covers my hand on her breast. Her body arching into the next pump of my cock. And the next. And the next. We are wild, frenzied, and I need her closer. I pull out, and she’s turning to face me even before I can do it for her. A moment later, her hip is at my hip, and I’m driving into her again, our lips colliding, tongues stroking, that extra edge of intimacy, shifting the energy, taking us from fucking to making love.
We go from wild, frenzied need, to a slow simmering burn as I stroke hair from her face. “Do you know how crazy you make me? How absolutely and insanely in lust and love I am with you?”
“Good thing since you just married me,” she says, her hand settling on my face. “And good thing I feel the same and—” I kiss her and there are no more words. We rock together, sway together, touch and kiss, and slowly shudder into release. We ease into relaxation and I roll Lori to her back, leaning over her. “Tell me you liked that.”
“You know I did or you wouldn’t have kept going.”
“First thing that comes to your mind. Don’t think. Just answer. What were you thinking about when I was spanking you?”
“I wasn’t,” she says. “I was just in the moment.”
“Good. When you feel like the world is spinning and about to fall from under your feet, you come to me, and we’ll escape. We’ll make it stop spinning.”
