Male dominant, female submissive

“Was it the thunder?” he asked, noticing her tossing & turning next to him.

“No, it’s just . . . everything. I just can’t shut my brain up.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he sad, pulling her close to him.

“I like where this is heading,” she replied, kissing him.

The next few minutes, their bodies intertwined, they kissed – tongues exploring either other’s mouth, playful bites of each other’s lips. The comforter fell off the bed to the ground as his hand traced down the line of her spine before cupping her left butt cheek.

His feet found their way to the corner of the bed and, breaking the kiss with an effort of will, he sat up – half pushing her off the bed in the process. Placing his left arm around her, he positioned her over his lap. She jiggled her butt.

Lightly, he spanked her.

She twitched her butt.

He spanked a little harder.

She giggled.

He pushed her nightdown up, over her waist and blew down on the bare skin of her ass. She re-positioned herself, diagonally, across his body, placing his right leg firmly between her legs, his torso between her arms.

He started spanking with a greater frequency whilst building with intensity each swat. Soon, the treats of a giggle turned to gasps as alternating cheeks were swatted.

She bit into his bicep when his hand reached into her nightgown and grabbed her right breast, squeezing.

He spanked harder, this time the knuckles of his striking hand lining up with her ass crack.

She ground her hips into his leg.

His erection pressed against her stomach.

He found and pinched her nipple.

She bit harder into his bicep and pressed harder against his leg.

The number of spankings became uncountable and she rocked her hips with each strike while his other hand twisted, tugged, teased, and pinched her nipple, eliciting little jumps, squeaks, and fresh bites into his arm. By now, each strike was carrying his full strength. The darkness left the color to the imagination, but he could feel angry heat off her skin each time he made contact.

Then, abruptly, he stopped, laughing as her body flinched and then braced – readying herself for another swat. While his hand did find her ass again, this time it was with a caress.

Tracing the outline of the heat the spankings left, she started to purr. And with that, he placed his hand between her thighs, reaching for her sex; she spread her legs as he reached her opening. Wet could only begin to describer her.

His thumb, index finger, and middle finger began to massage her clitoris, and the resulting orgasm was near instantaneous. She wrapped her arms hard around him and gasped as her body went through wave after wave of spasm.

“Well, that was easy” he said, shifting his weight to lie her down onto her back. He positioned his knees between her legs, kissed her, and entered her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, seemingly trying to absorb his body into her own.

He pumped into her. She kissed him.

With a fresh gasp, she climaxed yet again. That action proved too much for his own stamina and they came together – sex against sex, mouth on mouth.

He held her close as their breathing returned to normal before re-positioning himself next to her, holding her tight against him as he kissed her forehead. She was asleep by the time his lips left her skin.