“I haven’t had any panties on all day…” she whispered in his ear as she walked past him trailing her hand across his shoulders.
“You little minx.” He murmured, slowly lowering the document he was reading. Setting it down on the hall table, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Loosening his tie he followed her into the kitchen.
She had her back to him, on tiptoe reaching high for a wine glass, her skirt lifting temptingly up her soft, pale thighs.
Slowly walking towards her, his eyes roamed over her curves, resting on her full, round bottom. The thought of her walking around all day with nothing underneath that skirt was enough to make his cock twitch.
Naughty, beautiful girl.
He came to a stop behind her. Hesitating slightly, she took hold of the glass. He let her set it on the counter before he placed his hands on either side of her, surrounding her.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “What should I do with you?” His lips grazed her neck eliciting a shiver through her body and he smiled. She was on edge and she only had herself to blame. He should leave her alone for a while, make her suffer a bit, but the thought of what was under that skirt had him hard and wanting.
“Have you been thinking about my cock all day?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said primly.
“I bet you’ve been wet and slippery all day, haven’t you?” He stood back a little so his hand could stroke over her arse. He heard her breath catch and saw her hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Maybe a little.” She replied coyly.
“I bet you’re aching for it now – all throbbing and swollen – just desperate to come.” His hand swept down her leg until he reached the bottom of her skirt. He took hold of it and slowly pulled it up her thighs, watching as her legs and bottom were revealed, licking his lips as he took in the beautiful curve and fullness.
God he loved her arse. He could play with it for hours, licking, biting, smacking it.
Time for that later though. Right now his woman was panting, squirming and desperate.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” She whispered, all attempt at levity gone now.
“Spread your legs and push out that gorgeous bottom.”
“Oh god!” She moaned, immediately doing as he directed.
There was something about her in that position that just blew his fucking mind. Straight legs, spread shoulder width apart; bent forward with her head down, arse on full display. Waiting.
He clenched and flexed his hand, stretching his fingers wide. He knew what she needed.
The first smack drew a gasp from her and left a perfect rosy hand print on her skin. The sixth had her chanting, “Oh god! Oh god!” over and over, and by the twelfth her head was down and she was panting, hard. He knew she was close as he could see the wetness between her legs. His cock was straining to be free of his trousers, but he was going to hold on a little bit longer.
This first one was for her.
He spanked her again, moving his other hand around her body to touch her clit. He rubbed it hard, spanking her all over her already pink cheeks.
Her head flew back and she moaned long and loud.
She could do better than that.
He kicked her feet further apart, landing two swift slaps directly between her legs. His fingers returned to her clit – rubbing and circling.
She screamed out her pleasure.
He smiled. That was much better.
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