Page 59 of Crave
“Why are you spanking me?” Tears glistened on her exquisitely made-up face. Her perfectly styled hair was turning into a tangled mess. “I’ve done everything you said.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I massaged her glowing cheeks, pushing one hand between her thighs to rub her sensitive cunt. So hot, so slippery, excitement pulsing through her body. “I’m not punishing you. I’m just spanking you because I want to.”
I gave her another hard smack, and she shuddered.
“I enjoy seeing you come apart on my lap. So helpless and aroused and so fucking honest. You can’t be anything except the horny little girl you truly are.” I spanked her luscious ass again, twice, soaking up her little gasps of protest. She squirmed against my dick, trapped in my tuxedo pants and hard as hell.
When her thighs parted, I slapped her pussy. She cried out.
“You want the wolf for your husband?”
“God, yes,” she panted.
“Then there are going to be lots and lots andlotsof spankings. Simply because I want to give them to you. I’m going to take you and keep you and use you as I wish.”
I rained more smacks on her ass, emphasizing each word, while she bit the bedspread to muffle her yelps.
Taking pity, I flipped her onto her back on the hotel bed, pushing her snowy skirts out of the way to expose her slick pussy. I wasted no time sinking two fingers inside her, teasing her cruelly by barely flicking her clit.
“It’s so much,” she moaned. Her skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat.
“And you’re close to coming, aren’t you?” I pressed harder on her slippery clit. “I know how you take your pleasure. Little slut.”
She gripped my wrist as I eased my fingers out of her tightness. “Don't stop…”
“But we have to celebrate, sweet one. I couldn’t let this night pass without all the romance you want.”
She sat upright as I threw off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. I loved the pinkness rising on her skin. When I really got to Christina, got under her skin, she glowed. With a mix of nerves, arousal, vulnerability, love.
I brought the bottle of champagne and the bouquet of roses to the bed.
“You’re so eager to come? Touch yourself. With this.”
I tossed a red rose between her spread legs. Trembling, she took it and rubbed the soft petals over her soaked cunt, knowing it would only make the teasing worse.
Popping the cork on the champagne, I shook my head.
“You didn’t even open this. I’ll have to enjoy it with my main course.” I pulled down her stiff corset-shaped top. Her bare breasts sprang free, ready to be marked.
“Please…” Her eyes were wide with excitement, but she clutched the foamy dress to her body. “You’ll make a mess.”
“I absolutely will.” I knew how she responded to my cruel tone of voice. Desperately aroused, wet and dripping. “And so will you. You’re a mess, Christina. You always have been.”
She moaned, her full lips parting, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
Some girls would be insulted, furious at my choice of words. They’d want kisses and compliments. But when I called Christina a mess, it helped her let go of the mantle of perfectionism she’d fought all her life. It didn’t show up as much now, but it lurked.
“Keep touching your pussy with that pretty flower, baby. It tickles, doesn’t it? I know it’s driving you insane. It's not even close to what you truly need.”
Cupping her tit in my hand, pinching the dark point of her nipple, I spilled bubbly over her skin. She hissed at the snap of the fizz, grabbed my hair, and let out a cry as it soaked her dress.
“Fuck.”
“It’s a relief, isn’t it, sweet bride? To finally let go?”
Unthinking, I bent my head to suck her nipples. When I captured one puckered bud, the yeasty taste of champagne filled my mouth.
My mind swirled. This was my first taste of alcohol in almost three years. I hadn’t been thinking straight, I’d been thinking about Christina and how to drive her wild, and now I was sucking champagne off my wife’s tits and the flavor was hitting my brain and desire roared through my body for all my drugs of choice.