And then he spanked again. And again. Little by little, he soothed and spanked, soothed and spanked. It didn’t hurt much, but I was on fire. Something deep in my soul had been ignited and it felt like coming home.
He released my wrists from where he’d been holding them, tight above my head. I reached for his cock, gripping it tightly in my grasp. He was rock solid and I couldn’t help feeling relief that he was enjoying this as much as me.
He sat up, leaning against the headboard, propping cushions round his thighs, legs out straight in front of him. I lay still, waiting and wondering. Then Matt pulled me over his knee, my body supported by the mattress. He was rougher this time, as though in his mind, he’d worked out what we both wanted and needed. His cock pressed up hard between my thighs, where he’d positioned me over it and I pushed down to meet it. The pre-come on his head smeared across my clit and I circled my hips, working myself over his hard protrusion, wanting the release from the pressure he’d built inside me.