Twenty-Three
I could see the wheels spinning in her head, her eyes filled with shock at first, and then she looked maybe a little intrigued. Sex with Tish was off the charts, but if she wanted to add a bit of spice I could go for that. Yesterday while I was working she sent me a text.
T: Hey baby, Jiji is going to be home late, Suzanne has a late surgery, do you want to go out to eat?
F: I’d rather eat you
Ping! Her response hit my phone.
T: I’m dirty from the hospital but if you hurry you might catch me naked in the shower, maybe my hands are wandering down south, touching maybe sliding a soapy sponge between my legs.
I typed furiously.
F: Don’t start without me
Ping! Her response came winging back.
T: Oops I just dropped the sponge, hmm maybe I should just take care of this little itch all by my lonesome.
My reply went back to her just as fast.
F: Damn Girl, I gotta ride my bike with a raging hard on, you better be ready when I get there
My phone lit up with her reply.
T: I don’t know if I can wait that long lover
I smiled as I wrote my next message.
F: You touch that pussy before I get there and you’ll be bending over for a totally different reason, I will turn that ass cherry red, then fuck you ‘til your screaming my name.
Seconds ticked by ‘til my phone went off again.
T: My ass as well as the rest of me wait for no man! You want it come and get it.
Then the wench turned off her phone. At least, I’m assuming she did, since she never replied back.
I made the ride in under ten minutes, cursing the whole way. Riding home to Tish felt so right. I thought of the house on 3rd street as home, though, really, Tish was what made it feel like a home. Her face was the first thing I woke up to in the morning and the last thing I saw at night. It hadn’t been that long, but I didn’t want to go back to what I had before her. Sure, pussy was plentiful at the clubhouse, but I didn’t want to fall asleep beside any of them. As soon as I shot my load I wanted them gone.
Tish was different.
I needed—not wanted—to feel her body up against mine at night. A few times, when she worked the night shift, I couldn’t fall asleep until I felt her crawl into bed beside me. She had gotten under my skin in a big way and I was finding out that I liked it—a lot!
I walked through the house, checking the windows and doors. I could hear her moving around in the bedroom down the hall. I leaned against the doorframe to watch her putter around the room.
She had changed into her favorite raggedy T-shirt and sleep shorts. Walking over to the bed, she started rubbing lotion on her legs. When she noticed me watching, she smiled up at me; I was stone hard with just that look.
I reached between my shoulders, grabbing my shirt and dragging it over my head before dropping it on the floor. I started towards her, unbuckling my belt, and her tongue flicked out, licking her lips. Unzipping my jeans, I stepped out of them and my boxers at the same time. My cock was standing up, begging for her attention; I stroked it from root to tip. Her eyes followed the movement, her eyelids slowly lowering. I stopped in front of her, giving her a good look as I worked my cock. She had scooted to the end of the bed, sitting up on her knees. I sat next to her, reaching for her; I think she thought I was going to lower her to the floor in front of me, but instead I flipped her facedown on my lap.
She squirmed, trying to get up, but I threw an arm over her upper torso to keep her still, rubbing and squeezing her lush cheeks as she glanced at me over her shoulder with a questioning look.
“I told you before we left that you were in for a spanking, babe; now’s the time.” She tried harder to get up but I let her know it wasn’t happening by adding some muscle to the arm across her back. I landed a stinging slap to her right cheek and she jumped; a squeak escaped her lips. I followed it with a couple more slaps to both cheeks. She was moving around, trying to escape my hand, but instead her pussy wound up rubbing against my dick, making me harder; she was wet, just as turned on as I was. Smiling, I rubbed her stinging posterior.
“You alright, babe?” I asked. Moving the hair that was hanging in her face, I pulled it out of the way to see her eyes. She bit her lip but bobbed her head.
“You’ve got to say it, babe, I need to hear you voice your consent.”
She answered in a low voice. “Yes, Jameson, I’m okay.”
Satisfied by her answer and her drenched pussy, I continued “You got a few more coming, babe.” She tensed, waiting for the blow, but I massaged her upper back instead. “Relax and breathe, Tish,” I said.
The next blow landed between her legs on her pussy lips; she jerked but stayed in place. I placed a few light hits on her lower butt and upper thighs. She flinched but she was still rubbing against my cock. I reached down to find her pussy wet enough for me to slip two fingers in with ease. I stroked in and out, hitting her G-spot each time. She moaned, pushing back with her ass to ride my fingers. I landed two more slaps to each cheek as her body came up to meet my hand.
Picking her up, I put her on her hands and knees in front of me, pushing myself between her spread legs. Reaching into the bedside drawer, I got out a condom, quickly sheathing myself. Grabbing her by both hips, I lined up my cock, pushing in to the hilt in one stroke.
She shuddered, groaning, her back rippling with the movement. I held still for a minute to let her body adjust.
I soothed up her spine, my big hands tracing all the dips and ridges of her back as I waited for a sign that she was ready for more. When her body relaxed, I kept one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, holding her still while I hammered my cock into her from behind.
My pelvis hit her red ass on every downward stroke; I knew she could feel the sting, but she pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust. I could feel her pussy tightening around me; I knew she was close. “Come for me, babe, let me have it.” Reaching down, I found her clit and pinched lightly.
She clamped down, her pussy gripping me like a vise as her climax hit. She shuddered, her body shaking as wave after wave of her orgasm keep her strung tight, ‘til, finally exhausted, she dropped her shoulders and upper body to the bed.
Gripping both her hips, I changed the angle of penetration, her downward dog position allowing me to go deeper into her body. Breathing hard, I leaned over her, grunting, pushing harder and harder, burying my cock inside her over and over.
It was the most erotic thing, watching my hard flesh disappear into her pussy, seeing my balls hitting the flesh of her ass, rosy from her spanking. I could feel them draw up, that tingle starting at the base of my spine. Gritting my teeth, I tried to stave it off, but my movements became uncoordinated. I didn’t want to stop, but I couldn’t hold on; I tightened my grip, pumping my hips one last time as I came harder than I ever had before, filling the tip of the condom in jerky spurts. I collapsed over her back, rolling to the side to avoid crushing her and pulling her with me. Breathing hard, I waited a bit before pulling my cock out of her tired but satisfied body.
Stripping off the condom, I threw it in the basket by the bed, grabbing her body lotion off the table next to it.
She lay on her side, breathing heavily, her body completely relaxed while I rubbed some lotion into her abused cheeks.
“Mmm,” she sighed.
I gathered her up in my arms, and she snuggled into my body, her back to my front. “You okay, babe?”
“Hmm,” she said again.
I smiled, kissing the back of her head. “Love you.”
She whispered, “Love you more,” and then I fell asleep in my favorite position: with her in my arms.