Pouting but eager at the same time, Pilar straddled his thighs. "No spanking at all?"
"You want me to punish you?"
"No…but…"
"Trust me."
She did trust him, with all her heart, but she couldn't resist teasing a little. Sliding up his body, she rubbed herself over his warm hardness until she was face-to-face with him. Pilar put one finger in her mouth and sucked dramatically, then used the same wet finger to outline his lips.
His jaw muscles bunched, and he made a little growl. "You want that punishment spankin' after all, sugar?"
"No, sir." That wasn't the kind of spanking she wanted at all.
He took her by the hips and pushed her back down his body until her pussy made a moist blanket for his cock. "Then get busy." He punctuated his order with a sharp crack on her behind.
Smiling, Pilar sat upright and slid his rod deep into her body. The groan of pleasure she made was purely involuntary. It felt so good to have him there. This was a celebration of her freedom from guilty secrets and the knowledge that Deuce loved her enough to accept her, past and all.
His hand slapped down on her behind again, and started a tattoo on one side. "Ride."
Without a word, she rocked on him, driving him up, letting him slide nearly out, and back in deep again. The rhythm of her movements matched the rhythm of Deuce's hand on her rump, and the mix of stinging spanks and pleasure in her core was sweet.
Pilar started to pant as the pressure built up in her belly. Deuce switched hands on her butt. Just as she had gotten used to one rhythm, he started another, faster one on her other cheek. Spanks punctuated her soft moans and gasps.
With his free hand, Deuce teased her nipples, pinching and pulling them until her senses were torn among all the wonderful feelings throughout her body.
The spanks continued, growing faster and harder. Her ass was fiery, her pussy hot, and her breasts aching and swollen. She was riding on the crest of a wave, reaching for the sun.
Deuce was getting close, too. His eyes were half-lidded and the curves of his cheeks were tense. Once again, he switched hands, and Pilar shuddered with the renewed fire on that side of her bottom.
"My hand is gettin' sore, sugar," he teased. "I think I'll stop." His deep drawl was sexy and intoxicating.
"No!" She raked her nails down his hard belly in protest. "Don't stop!"
The spanking halted as he gathered her wrists up in one of his hands and growled at her. "No scratchin'."
Pilar bit her lower lip and nodded contritely. She'd been so carried away. "I'm sorry."
"You stopped movin', sugar."
"So did you."
He smacked her behind hard enough to pop her upright several inches. "Don't sass me, woman!"
Smiling, she resumed her rocking on him, building back up to the heights again more rapidly than before. After a minute, he let go of her hands and spanked with one hand while guiding the rhythm of her hips with the other.
They spun around the edge of the vortex, the spanks setting their pace, the heat in Pilar's butt growing harsher. He switched hands again, the hard crack of his strong right hand making her gasp and cry out. The pleasure was beginning to course through her.
His hips rose and fell under her as their bodies joined, straining to fall into the maelstrom.
Finally, it was upon her. She slammed her pussy down on him and ground her hips and he arched and pushed up deep into her. The whole world imploded for a moment, and Pilar called out her lover's name.
Deuce paused while all her nerves were firing in unison, then resumed his plunges for several seconds before he growled low and came.
Pilar collapsed against his chest, their bodies wet with sweat and hot where they touched. Her bottom ached and stung, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"I love you, spank-man."
"I love you, too, sugar."
* * *
The weekend before they were to take Ricky out to Journey's End for his summer cow-punching job, Deuce got tickets to see the Astros again. This time, he bought three. Although he approached it with some trepidation, he opened the car door for Pilar as they prepared to go up the walkway to Stacy and Eddie's house.
"Now, don't you let her get to you, Pilar," he reminded her.
She smiled at him and touched his face. She'd never appeared so beautiful or serene as she did at that moment. Pilar had found her confidence as he made a point of being seen with her in public and introducing her to his friends and colleagues. He was not ashamed of her, and, slowly, he was watching her blossom. She was his garden to nurture, and, if he had anything to say about it, she'd bloom like a summer rose for the rest of her life.
"No worries," she told him, taking his hand.
Stacy opened the door before they arrived at the small porch. "Deuce," she said, her smile brittle. "You brought your little playmate."
"Stacy," he said firmly. "Not my playmate, my fiancé. Is Eddie ready?"
Eddie ran up and squeezed past his mother to take Deuce's hand. "I'm here!"
Stacy eyed the three of them for a moment. When her gaze paused on Pilar, Pilar stood her ground and stared Stacy down.
Stacy's smile slipped, sinking at the corners until it was a mask of tragedy. "Fiancé. Well, fine. I can take a hint."
Deuce took a breath and gave her a tight smile. "Good, Stacy." There was still Eddie to consider and he wanted to keep things civil if he could. "We'll be back around five," he said, turning away to give Eddie's hand a tighter squeeze. "You ready, buddy?"
"Yeah! Let's go!"
Deuce was proud of Pilar for not rubbing salt into the other woman's wounds, though he knew she must want to. Instead, she took Eddie's free hand and the three went off to the baseball game.
After the game, they ate pizza and drank watered-down soda at the local kids' pizza parlor, Eddie chattering like a magpie around mouthfuls of pepperoni.
Deuce gave him a few quarters and watched as the little boy went to a nearby video game and got ready to steer a rocket ship to Mars.
Leaning across the table, he took Pilar's hands in his and let his eyes travel over her lovely face. When she smiled, his whole world lit up. "You okay about meeting my folks this week?"
She nodded. "I'm ready."
"They'll love you just as much as I do, Pilar."
Pilar bit her lower lip.
He cupped her chin and gave her a firm stare that brought on a shy smile.
Deuce squeezed her hands. He loved his little dancer and could hardly wait to get her back home to sway with her once again.
Table of Contents
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Table of Contents
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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