“No, my love. It shouldn’t.”
She slipped her arms around his neck and waited.
“We should be able to talk about anything with one another. Some--things have happened lately. Unusual things. Do you know what I mean?”
“I think so.” She adjusted on his lap and his cock sprung to attention.
He took in a deep breath and tried to ignore his traitorous cock. “I--I don’t know how to say this, but I must. I have experienced something odd today. Something with you.”
She looked confused.
Damn, she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. How could he tell her he could read her mind--at least when she felt some sort of strong emotion? He looked at her lap and shook his head. How could he explain what he didn’t understand himself?
He couldn’t tell her. Maybe not ever. How do you tell someone that they have no privacy even in their silent thoughts, and you don’t know why, and you don’t know how to stop it? There was no precedent for this in his experience, and he didn’t have the faintest idea how to broach the subject.
He needed time to figure it out, but he had already told her they needed to talk. Now what? He had to come up with another topic. That wasn’t difficult. He was staring right at it.
“There’s the matter of my needing to rest tonight. It’s important that we don’t lose our jobs. I don’t think she’d fire you, but I’d better be on my best behavior so I don’t lose my job. I have the feeling that Gizela would be happy to separate us.
Yet, I feel guilty because I’m disappointing you. I think you would be more disappointed if either one of us got fired, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. I know I would,” she said, but she looked like a little girl being told Santa might not come this year. “I’m just being a spoiled brat. I should be spanked.”
He was surprised to feel his cock eagerly respond to that picture. She may have noticed his arousal too. She took a sharp glance at his bulge. He cleared his throat and tried to adjust to get comfortable.
A small, sly smile crept across her face, as she seemed to figure it out. She stood and leaned over his lap, face down with her adorable ass outlined through her thin, cotton nightshirt as she stuck it in the air.
He took in a deep breath and tried to sound coherent. “Don’t misunderstand me. I love our intimacy. I would make love to you every night if I could, but please know that if I can’t it’s for a very good reason.”
“I know. That’s why I think you should spank me.”
His heart jumped and constricted his throat. He thought a modern woman wouldn’t want a man to strike her. Everything he had learned about women in New York said the opposite. In fact, a man could be arrested for beating his wife. Not so in the old country. Maybe not in Australia?
Miklos was so confused perspiration broke out on his forehead. Vicky turned her face enough to look up at him and wink.
Now he understood. He had heard about such sex play between intimate, consenting couples and he sensed her playful mood.
Tentatively he slapped her bottom, and waited for her reaction.
She turned around and looked puzzled. “Is that the best you’ve got? I think we agree that I need a spanking.
Oh, dear God. Does she know how provocative this is?
She wiggled her ass as if taunting him.
Apparently so. He decided to give her his best. “If you’re going to get a spanking, it should be on your bare bottom.” He yanked up her nightshirt.
She raised her hips to let him slide it higher. When her beautiful little round bum was completely exposed, he rubbed his hand over it, appreciating the soft tender skin, and his mouth watered.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Oh, yes. I think I need it badly,” she said and wiggled once more.
He slapped her bare bottom on each cheek and watched how they jiggled. He was incredibly turned on by acting out the erotic fantasy.
“Was that too hard?”
“No. I think it should be harder. It should sting. I need to be taught a lesson.”
His own hard member was beginning to sting with need and he swallowed hard. He slapped her ass again a few times with only enough of a pause in between each slap to watch that sexy jiggle.
When he stopped, she stuck her ass in the air and wiggled again, apparently wanting more. He rubbed his hand over the pink flesh and gave another series of smacks, this time a bit harder and faster.
He couldn’t believe how macho he felt, and he wondered if it made her feel more feminine to adopt the passive role. Only she wasn’t passive, was she? She kept wiggling her ass at him every time he stopped.
He held her down with one hand on her back and smacked her ass repeatedly until he noticed his hand was stinging and turning pink. She gave a few jumps and an occasional ‘Ow,’ though he didn’t think he had really hurt her. She didn’t say ‘stop.’
“There. That’s all,” he said. “My hand needs a rest.”
She got up and let the hem of her nightshirt fall back into place. Then, to his surprise she stood with her back to him, reached down and hiked up her gown again.
“Vicki, you can’t want more...”
“No, I’ll be good,” she said. “I just wanted to rub it.” She posed so that her rose-tinged globes faced him and ran her free hand seductively over each cheek, moaning lightly as she did.
Oh my God. She was whimpering. He immediately reached for her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.” She sat on his lap and adjusted, presumably feeling a bit of the sting remaining. Then her lower lip protruded.
“My love. I’m sorry. Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said and stroked his cheek. “There are far worse things than a spanking. Miklos, there will probably be times when I get a little sassy. I tend to be that way, and I know it bothers you. It even bothers me sometimes. I don’t want to be a bitch. I’d much rather you put me over your knee than bottle it all up and shout horrible things at me all at once.”
He was about to say something, but she put a finger to his lips and whispered in his ear. “I’m fine. I liked it.”
He leaned back to see her eyes sparkling.
“Believe it or not, it makes be feel secure to know that you can show me when you’re angry without hurtful words. I don’t mind a good spanking if it helps me know what I can do and what I shouldn’t do. I know it takes a while to learn those things, but maybe I’ll learn faster this way. If so, the sooner we can be together and happy, and I won’t wonder if you’re upset or not. I think you should spank my bare bum any and every time I hurt, embarrass, or upset you.
When you take my body, it makes me feel loved. Not right now, of course, because you were telling me you were too tired, but after--if you can…”
“I don’t understand.”
She ran her finger over his jaw in tenderness. “If you fuck me after spanking me, I’ll know that you still love me and aren’t going to kick me out on my arse. So spank me whenever you need to, but reassure me as soon as you can by fucking me after.”
“You are a puzzle.” He drew his finger over her lips, appreciating how beautiful they were when she pouted. “I want you, my love. Lack of desire is not the problem. I want your body night and day. I dream about you.”
He ran his hand down her thighs and up one side of her buttocks. She lifted up so he could caress her ass, and he did. He found his way under the nightshirt and gently stroked her bare bottom while he talked.
“I dreamed about you before I met you. The dreams were so real; I could feel your silky skin under my fingers and my mouth. I could smell your rose perfume and taste your sex. I had visions so real, I--I ejaculated in my sleep and expected to find you in my arms when I awoke.” He kissed her tenderly while cupping her ass, and didn’t let go for quite a while.
She looked brightly into his eyes, smiled and sighed. “I understand what you’re telling me. I do. I don’t know why I’
m so horny all the time. It’s like a fever I can’t control. I’ve never experienced this, and being so needy is embarrassing.”
Miklos felt like a heel. Of course she was embarrassed if she had to ask her husband to please fuck her, yet she was paying him the ultimate compliment. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to sink his big cock inside of her. She even wanted him to spank her, then turn her over and fuck her. She was giving him ultimate control over her body.
So many women didn’t like sex at all. At least, that was what he had believed. Perhaps she was the exception. He always knew she was exceptional in his eyes. Could she also have appeared this way to his ancestors? Could they have known about this? Was he letting them down? Letting her down?
He just said they should be able to talk about anything, and she was brave enough to tell him about this need. Yet, he couldn’t tell her about reading her mind. Would she believe it was an accident--that it must have come from overdeveloping his psychic Chovihano skills in order to find her? That he hadn’t done it on purpose? Would she trust him?
Suddenly aware of his discomfort, she moved again on the chair and her warm buttocks made solid contact with his arousal.
He groaned. “My love?”
“Yes?”
He placed his hand on her mound and rubbed gently. “I want to fuck you, but even if I’m too tired to do that, I want to make you come.”
She leaned back and stared at him with raised eyebrows. Her mouth rose at the corners, and then she giggled. “It sounds so funny when you say it like that. Are you sure? You just said...”
“I know, and yet I told you that as a Rom man I’d be pleasuring you as much as possible. I want to make you feel good.”
She grinned. “I’m glad, but I liked it better when you said you wanted to fuck me.”
He let one hand rest on the small of her back and scooped her underneath her legs with the other. “At the rate we’re going, I’ll fuck you hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of times.”
“Oh, I hope so,” she giggled.
As he carried her to the bed he saw her hooded eyes darken. His own desire swelled and his cock throbbed as it begged for another whopping orgasm.
This time he would be in control of his own lust, though. He needed to remember that coupling, joining their genitals, was a spiritual thing and needed to be done with respect and reverence. If he took her right now, he’d throw her down and give in to his basest needs.
Even if this release was only for her, it might be wonderful for him in another way. He would be able to watch her face as he pleasured her, and have an unrestricted view of her body shake and quiver, watch her yell out her bliss as she came.
She began to lift her nightshirt, and he stilled her hand.
“Let me undress you, my love.”
She giggled and let her arms flop to her sides as if she’d been told to “Stick ‘em up.”
He proceeded slowly, kissing her ear and neck while he massaged her. When he had found her hard nipple through the cotton, he moved the fabric up, out of his way, slowly. At last, he seized and suckled her breast.
“Ohh...” She arched, and he used the moment to reach under her back
Miklos raised her torso to cradle her in his arms. She moaned and let her head fall back on the pillow. He held her and suckled each of her mounds soundly until she panted and pulled her knees up. She let them fall open, and he could see her quivering pussy. He wanted to suck her to orgasm, but she reached for his hand.
He balanced on one elbow while his free hand slid up her silken thighs. He found her mons, cupped it and rubbed. She pulled at his buttons, and he kissed each of her nipples as if bidding them goodbye for the moment and leaned back. She unbuttoned him all the way down to where the dark hair of his chest became a v shape pointing to his genitals.
“I want to suck your nipples too,” she said.
Not knowing what that would feel like, he was curious. He wanted to take every opportunity to learn more about foreplay.
“I would like that,” he said, and pulled his shirt off. He dropped it on the floor and moved up on the bed until his nipples were even with her mouth as he leaned over her. She raised her head a few millimeters and suckled him.
“Oh. That feels good.” He leaned in. “Ohh...” He moaned, not only to encourage her, but also because it truly felt so damn good. He let her slide her tongue over his chest from one to the other until he was going to have to fuck her or go to his cabin denied his own release.
He slid off the edge of the bed and moved down letting his hand caress her from her throat to her thighs. He felt her up with his hand, fingered her hot, wet folds, and watched her writhe when he found her sensitive clit. She wore no underwear to bed and rarely if ever wore any at all under her clothes. He found that enormously sexy.
Clearly he wanted her to enjoy tonight, and he’d give her as many orgasms as it took to relax her, put her mind at ease, and allow her to sleep. But now, he too, was burning for completion. He let his eyes pass over her beautiful half-nude body from head to toe and back again. He wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to--and he’d do it. But first he’d do as he promised and make her come while he watched.
“Oh...” She arched into his hand.
He ran his first two fingers over her wet pussy lips and whispered in her ear. “I love you, my darling wife. I will always love pleasuring you. You’ll never walk away from our bed without a strong sexual release.” His thumb zeroed in on her clit and traveled in tiny circles right over the nub. “I will make love to you every chance I get. I will make you come many times tonight.” Meanwhile his fingers found her wet opening and slipped inside.
She arched and moaned loudly, then she gasped. Without any time passing at all, her face scrunched, she trembled and jerked wildly. He felt her pussy muscles grab his fingers as if they wouldn’t let go.
Warm satisfaction flooded him knowing he was bringing her to orgasm at that moment. “That’s it, my love. I want to feel you come. I want to spread pleasure all through your body.” He kept the rhythm and continued to whisper as she spasmed in joy. “Yes, love. Keep coming. I can feel it--all of it. I love watching you come.”
Her face glowed with dampness and at last her body slowed to a panting stop. Her eyes opened, and the lovers smiled at each other. “Let me make you feel good too, Miklos. Please.”
“I’d take my pants off, but Simone may come back.”
“No, she won’t. Please, Miklos. I want your naked skin next to mine. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to suck you.”
He was through fighting his hunger. “We’ll start out here, but if we go for a long time, I’ll be fucking you in the bathroom with the door closed. I don’t want Simone to walk in on us.”
She laughed. “I won’t argue with you about that.”
He sat up and bumped his head on the top bunk. “Ouch.”
“Are you all right?”
He rubbed the top of his head. “Yes, but you can make me feel better, anyway.”
“Oh, that sounds wicked.” She whipped off her nightshirt, unzipped his pants, and wriggled into a position where she could suck the tender head of his cock.
His breath hitched as she kneeled naked, displaying her back from the top of her blond hair to her rosy bottom.
“You are the most beautiful woman, Vicki. I--I can’t believe what a lucky man I am. I can’t wait to pump my sex inside you. I wanted our next time to be tender, though.”
“I’ll be gentle. Anything you want. I’ll suck you. I’ll go slowly and tease you, and I’ll suck you some more but I won’t let you come. Then I’ll open my legs.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“You can do any thing you want to me. If you want to be tender, you can be tender, but Miklos, I know you love me and you know I love you. I trust you. It’s perfectly all right to fuck me hard. I love it, passionately--and passion is a gift too.”
She licked around the warm throbbing head.
“You only need to ask, Miklos.”
He took in a deep breath and stared at his temptress. “Lean over the desk,” he ordered. “I want to see your pretty pink ass as I stand behind you and fuck you.”
She giggled and immediately did as he said. He could see she wasn’t going to be quite high enough, but he was burning with too much lust to give up. He tossed some stacked books in front of her and said, “Put your hands on these and lock your elbows.” She did, and to his delight, he noticed she looked like a gymnast ready to mount a balance beam. A naked gymnast and one with a very wet cunt she wanted him to mount.
He took in a deep breath and ached to bury himself inside her. But he eased in slow to be sure his enormous erection wouldn’t hurt her despite her copious juices.
She moaned, and his pleasure intensified immediately. He grabbed her legs and pumped his cock into her faster, harder. The simmering heat throbbed through his cock and spread its mind-numbing bliss throughout his body. He continued to fuck her like this until her arms shook and he was afraid she might lose her balance. He couldn’t ignore her discomfort no matter how desperately he wanted to continue and pulled out.
“On the floor,” he said, panting.
She got down on all fours, and he kneeled behind her immediately burying himself inside her lovely cunt. He leaned over her back and cupped her breasts while he pumped his cock in and out of her from behind. His need for release was growing rapidly, but he wanted her to come first. He squeezed her nipples and then moved his hand to stroke her clit.
She immediately buckled and let out a wail, then slapped a hand over her mouth and screamed into it as she shook uncontrollably. When she had finished having her powerful orgasm, she gulped a few times between panting breaths.
Miklos smiled and stroked her back. “It’s time to move this behind closed doors, my love. I’m going to come soon, and I may roar like a lion when I do.”
She rose and walked to the bathroom as he remained on his knees watching her. “Coming?”
“Yes, and right now if you don’t stop wiggling your hips.”
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