As they slipped between the sheets and Beau pulled her against him, she snuggled closely, kissing his chest, and uttering small sounds he couldn’t quite interpret.
“Are those good noises or bad?” he asked softly
“Good, so good. I love this,” she whispered. “I promise what I’m feeling is about you, only you, and my crazy other life has nothing to do with it,” she said earnestly.
Not sure how to respond he rolled them over so he was laying on top of her, and stared into her soft green eyes.
“You know, young lady, you’ve been a bad girl.”
“I have?” she asked feeling the sudden burst of butterflies.
It was why he’d said it. He knew it would send her heart racing, and would instantly shift her focus away from the drama of the day.
“Seems to me you’ve been using that unladylike word far too much. It’s a habit that needs to be broken, and I’m gonna help you do just that.”
“But-”
“That’s another word that’s gonna be dropped. No more buts…unless you’re talkin’ about your beautiful backside,” he grinned, “and since I’ve got you here, naked and at my mercy, I think it might be time to start your habit breakin’ right now. Don’t worry, I’ll consider the circumstances, but your ass is gonna get some attention.”
Her eyes sparkled up at him, and moving his lips to her breasts he nibbled and sucked, eliciting moans of pleasure, then traveling up her neck to her mouth he languidly kissed her.
“I’m gonna kneel up, and you’re gonna roll on to your stomach,” he said softly. “You understand?”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, then with a sassy grin she added, “it’s not exactly rocket science.”
“I’ll show you rocket science,” he warned as he straightened up and placed his knees on either side of her waist. “Go on, Miss Smartypants, roll over.”
“Is it too late to say I apologize for being-”
“Yep, now do as you’re told,” he said firmly, cutting her off, “and close your eyes.”
Shifting on to her stomach she stared over her shoulder just in time to see him swing his body around so he was facing her feet.
“I can feel you watching me,” he declared. “You’d best lay your head on the pillow and close your eyes. I’m not gonna be happy if I have to get up and fetch the blindfold.”
Dropping her face into the soft comfort of the goose-down she shut her eyes and waited. She could feel him sitting lightly on the small of her back, and a moment later his hands began roaming across her cheeks.
“Why am I gonna spank you?” he asked sternly.
“Because of what I said,” she replied.
“Which was?”
“Fuck.”
His hand swatted down, hard.
“OW!”
“What was it again?”
“Fuck.”
Another sound smack.
“OW, Okay, I-”
“Tell me again?”
“Beau,” she whined.
He dispatched his hand to the back of her thigh, eliciting a sharp yelp.
“That wasn’t the correct answer. What was the word?”
“Fuck,” she mewled.
His next slap hit her opposite cheek.
“What did you say?”
“Fuuuck,” she whimpered.
So it continued; she was made to repeat the offensive word, and each time she did, his hand dispatched its stinging heat. When her skin was bright pink, and he was satisfied he’d made his point, he stopped spanking and began to rub her hot, scarlet skin.
“You think you might say that word in front of me again?” he asked.
“No, no, I won’t,” she promised.
“If you do…”
“If I do I’ll get the dumb girl of the year award,” she muttered.
“Get on to your back,” he said climbing off her.
He heard her groan as she rolled over, and stretching out next to her he ran the tips of his fingers around the frame of her face.
“Look at you, sorry and happy at the same time,” he purred.
“I should be sorry! Damn, you spanked me hard.”
“Not that hard,” he smiled, “and I warned you, use that word and I’ll spank your butt. You shouldn’t be surprised. I always keep my promises.”
“I think it was an excuse,” she frowned. “You just like spanking me.”
“No, and yes,” he replied. “Nickie, like I said, that wasn’t hard; it wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t hard. It was just enough to deliver the message. Now stop complainin’ and skip to the happy part.”
“I’m happy because I’m here with you, and…”
“And?”
“And because you spanked me,” she confessed, adding, “I can’t believe I said that.”
“Are you sayin’ you want some more,” he grinned.
“No,” she protested, her eyes wide, “what I need, well, you know what I need.”
“Yep, I do,” he said softly, moving his hands over her nipples and sliding them down her body to tickle her soft bush.
She spread her legs, inviting his touch, and slipping his fingers between her lips he found exactly what he expected; she was dripping.
“I’m outta condoms,” he groaned. “I should’ve picked some up at the hotel.”
“I told you, I’m on the pill. I knew I wasn’t going to stay with Gerald, and I sure as hell didn’t want a repeat of what happened.”
“It’s been a long time since I didn’t use a condom,” he said softly, “and I don’t mean any disrespect, and it’s not you I don’t trust, it’s that man you were married to. I doubt he was golfin’ every weekend, and if you and he…”
“Oh,” she frowned. “This is so not romantic! It’s been months since I was with him but you might be right. I honestly hadn’t thought about it, I should have.”
“I’ll pick some up tomorrow, and we can both get tested as well, but in the meantime-”
“In the meantime, if I may,” she said rising up and suggestively pushing him on to his back.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he replied, surrendering to her efforts and sinking into the mattress.
Traveling her lips down his torso, she reached his cock and discovered the conversation hadn’t affected him at all; he was standing stiffly at attention. Wrapping her fingers firmly around his shaft she lowered her lips to the bulbous head and softly sucked; she heard him moan, and a moment later he grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“That’s real good,” he crooned as he began to control her. “There, just like that.”
His guiding hand sent a fresh surge of wanting between her legs, and she shuffled into position so she could grind herself against his leg.
“You a horny girl?” he chuckled.
Lifting her mouth from his cock she gazed up at him.
“It’s you,” she sighed, “everything you do turns me on.”
“You go ahead and get back to work, but you can rub yourself against me all you want.”
Moving her leg over his muscled thigh, she returned her lips and tongue to his waiting member, and fervently pressed herself against him.
Beau closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her warm, hungry mouth and busy tongue. Her pussy was grinding against his leg, and though he was lost in her lips he could feel her urgency growing. Opening his eyes he stared down, and the sight of her bobbing head, her crimson backside, and her hips working her cunt against his leg sent his shadowy climax up a notch; clutching her hair he slowly pulled her up.
“Come back here, lay next to me,” he said huskily.
Sliding up the bed she settled on her back, and he raised himself, kneeling at her side. Gazing down at her breasts he took his cock in his hand, and she immediately spread her legs, dropping her hand against her sex.
“There you go,” he breathed. “Touch yourself, I wanna see you come.”
Her fingers began seeking out her clit, and as he rubbed himself with one hand, he tweaked her puckered, cherry nipples with the other. She gasped in delighted surprise, and massaging her clit, already engorged and promising its orgasm, she gazed up at his powerful, sinewy body, and his strong fingers working his cock.
“I love you towering over me like this,” she bleated.
The blue of his eyes shimmered down at her, and he moved his pinching fingers to the inside of her legs.
“Wider,” he growled.
Splaying herself, she let out a deep moan as his fingers pinched the silky skin of her inner thighs, then a shocked cry as they slapped. The fiery sting blazed hot, then began to tingle, and she suddenly felt the promise of her orgasm. He repeated the pinch and slap on the opposite thigh, and seconds later she gasped as her moment threatened to hit.
“Beau…!”
“Let it happen,” he grunted returning his hands to worry at her breasts.
Gazing up at him she let out a keen wail, then jerked up her head, squeezed her eyes shut and wailed again. He stroked himself furiously as he watched, and when the eruption happened he heard his own cry of pleasure as the exquisite convulsion prickled through his limbs. The climax was brief but intense, and when he fell breathless next to her he closed his eyes, willing his heart to stop thumping.
“Beau?”
Shifting his head he blinked across at her and realized she’d pulled the covers over them and was nestling into his body.
“Hey,” he crooned lifting his arm to cradle her.
“Did you pass out?” she asked.
“Uh, no, I don’t think so. Why?”
“You dropped like a lead balloon,” she replied, “and when I pulled up the bedspread you didn’t even move.”
“Really? Huh, I guess maybe I did for a minute. My heart sure was racin’.”
“Is that normal? Now I’m worried.”
“Nickie, there’s nothin’ normal about any of this, so I guess it’s par for the course.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed. “Wow, I’m so tired.”
“I’m not surprised. Let’s take a nap. When we wake up we can go downstairs and I’ll rustle us somethin’ for a late lunch, or will it be an early dinner?”
“I don’t know, but I can do that,” she offered.
“You cook?” he asked. “I don’t believe it.”
“Who said anything about cooking?” she giggled. “I was thinking more like a phone call. My treat.”
“If I wasn’t so tired I think I’d give you a swat for that,” he sighed.
“If I wasn’t so tired I’d say, please do,” she yawned. “What time is it anyway?”
“Dunno, don’t care. I’m gonna rest now.”
“Me too,” she agreed.
Nestling into him she felt him drift away, and seconds later she followed, and though they did stumble down the stairs some time later for a bowl of soup and some toast, the weight of the day had taken it’s toll. They returned quickly, and neither stirred until Beau was woken by the morning song of a bird outside the window.