by A. Anders
Dylan’s hand tightened on hers. “Tell me you’re just surprised, and it’s not that you’re trying to think of a polite way to tell me I just made a colossal fool of myself.”
“Dylan…” she faltered, feeling her cheeks heat as she dropped her gaze to their hands. Of course, she was surprised, and of course, she would never tell him he was a fool. But… “Yes, I’m surprised. I… I’m not perfect, or special, or amazing, or any of that. I appreciate you saying so, I do. I know you want me to feel good about myself, but…”
“No buts,” he interrupted sharply, eyes flashing in the candlelight. “…except yours, with my hand across it. Is that what you’re after?”
“Dylan…”
She bit her bottom lip and was unable to meet his gaze. She hadn’t been, but as soon as he mentioned it, the memory of the last spanking nearly overwhelmed her, making her incredibly aroused. She wanted nothing more than to be across his lap again.
He waited a moment. When she said nothing further he released her hand and pushed his chair back from the table.
“Have it your way,” he said, gesturing to his lap. “Get over here.”
Not trusting herself to speak, she stood. Her body was already awash in desire. Every inch of her skin tingled with warmth, but beyond the physical desire was the emotional revelation. Dylan was so much more than merely a gorgeous guy eliciting incredible sensations within her, he was her favorite person in the world. She had never allowed her carefully-guarded fantasies about him to venture into her heart.
Now, all of that was being challenged. As much as her body yearned, even demanded, to submit to him, part of her still could not allow the belief that this was truly happening. She stepped meekly over to his chair, then bent above his thighs the way she had most often done in the past.
Dylan put his hands on her back and caressed down to her waist. Even through her clothes his touch ignited fire in her flesh. She took a stifled breath and bit her lower lip lightly, savoring every second of these sensations.
He then pulled down her pants and panties in a swift motion. She bit harder as a wave of warmth rushed between her legs. As the subtle throbbing began she knew that her pussy lips were engorged. The sensation weakened her to his will.
“My beautiful Annie,” he said, delivering the first swat.
Like last time, his hand lingered, turning the spank into a caress. Bella closed her eyes, letting a soft moan escape her lips. Did he know what this was doing to her? Did he somehow understand better than she did why it excited her so much? Maybe he did. He seemed to understand so many other things about her that she couldn’t see about herself. Allowing her racing heartbeat to overtake her, she submitted to his punishment.
When his hand connected again, his fingertips were much closer to her swollen lips. Her hands tightened on his thigh and she moaned louder. Dylan’s fingers trailed along the round curve of her buttock.
“You know, gorgeous, if you want me to spank you, you can just say so. You don’t have to be a tease.”
Bella lifted her head to reply, but as she did, he spanked her again. She let out a gasp. Dylan chuckled before gently stroking her face.
Gazing up at him, seeing his gentle smile, she felt more than the simple physical arousal and the rich complexity of their long friendship. The fragile barrier that had been keeping the two apart had crumbled. All that was left was a consuming union that defied easy expression.
Seeing Bella’s passion for him in her eyes, he cupped her chin in his hand. “Have I finally gotten through to you, pretty lady?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
When he smiled she finally saw a reflection of herself in his eyes. She really was his beautiful Annie. She was perfect just as she was. She was amazing and special. And she had luscious curves that he couldn’t stop himself from caressing.
“Do I need to keep spanking you, then?”
“You never needed to,” Bella replied with a wicked smile. “You know you only did it because we both liked it.”
“I suppose that’s true,” Dylan mused, stroking his hand down her rump. He pulled her pants back up. “On your feet, gorgeous.”
With only a moment’s hesitation, she complied. As she straightened up, he took one of her hands and got to his feet as well.
“So tell me,” he said, linking his fingers through hers, “Were you just surprised, or trying to think of a polite way to tell me I’d made a colossal fool of myself?”
“What do you think?” she said, reaching up to slip her arm around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
Dylan met her mouth firmly, putting his free hand lightly on the back of her neck. Their first kiss was everything they each hoped and knew it would be. It was sweet and warm and unhurried. It was a symbol of a friendship that had grown and endured while evolving into so much more.
Dylan put his arms around her as she removed her mouth from his with a soft sigh. Her exhalation of contentment washed through her as he stroked his hands down her back.
“It’s been quite a week,” he murmured, sliding a hand down to the round curve of her buttock giving it a squeeze. “I bet you’re just worn out. I should get you to bed.”
“I’m not tired, and I don’t want to go,” she replied feeling a bit confused.
“I meant my bed,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead.
Bella bit her lower lip and nodded allowing him to lead her into the bedroom. It wasn’t her first time in the room, but it was the first time under these circumstances. Her breath and heartbeat quickened as she saw the room anew. This was where he was going to make love to her. The thought turned her cheeks a bright red.
Dylan kissed her again with more heat. He then took the clip out of her hair allowing her dark honey-amber waves to fall down around her face and onto her shoulders.
Brushing her face lightly with the back of his hand he kissed her neck and unbuttoned her blouse. She closed her eyes as the soft cloth slipped down her arms. Feeling the heat of his body on her skin, she plunged her hands into his lush mane of dark curls. Her loins felt like they were on fire.
Dylan undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of skin he exposed. Kissing each spot before exposing more; he left her breathless and quivering. His hands caressed her curves, and unlike guys she’d been with before, he didn’t avoid any part of her. He really did find every bit of her beautiful just as she was.
When Dylan had her completely naked, he stood back and looked at all of her. His smile grew as a bulge in his pants appeared. He really was attracted to the real Bella and there was no hiding it. But when he made a move to guide her to the bed she resisted.
“Oh no,” she said smiling. “My turn.”
Bella rubbed her hands against his clothed chest and it felt like she had always dreamed that it would. It curved and fell under her fingertips making her body tingle. She then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his lightly hairy chest. Dylan’s body was toned and fit. His abs rippled like the guys in magazines, and sliding her hand over the peaks and valleys for the first time made her engorged lips ache.
Bella glided her hands down to the bulge pushing on his pants. This was the last barrier of their friendship. She was hesitant to touch him there, but she couldn’t stop herself; nor did she want to. With her feelings for him unlocked, she wanted all of him.
Bella unbuttoned his pants and allowed his size to poke through his zipper. She too savored the moment, and when he had stepped out of his jeans, she looked up into his eyes.
Dylan’s angular face and soft eyes made her heart skip a beat. Without looking down, Bella slipped her hand onto Dylan’s clothed cock. It was warm and filled her hands. To her delight it was pulsating. She swallowed as she fought for breath.
Slipping her hand in his waistband, she pulled his underwear down. Without looking, his briefs hooked for a moment before it freed itself and slid down his thighs. Still locked into his relaxed gaze, she kneeled as she slid his underwear to his ankles.
Finally, wit
h her face inches from his cock, she broke his gaze and looked at it. It was ridged and strong and everything she had always imagined it to be. Allowing it to brush her cheek before standing, she was ready and wanting for anything he would do next.
Again stepping toward her, Dylan held her face in his hands and kissed her. She melted against him and for a long moment that was an eternity of perfection. Nothing existed except the two of them, mouth to mouth, skin to skin.
Dylan guided her to the bed and Bella settled back upon it. He kissed her on the mouth again, then peppered kisses across her cheek and jaw to her neck. He stroked a hand down the other side of her throat, across the top of her chest, and then down to caress her full breast.
“I would have waited forever for you,” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath making her quiver as much as his touch was. “You’re worth waiting for, Annie. But I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.”
“So am I,” she murmured, running her fingers though his hair again. “I love you, Dylan.”
The way his eyes lit up let her know there was nothing more perfect she could have said, and nothing more she needed to say. At first, he simply lay beside her, propped up on one elbow as he gazed at her face. It was as if he couldn’t quite believe that she really was, finally, there with him in his bed. He lifted his hand and touched her cheek lightly before bending his head to bring his mouth to hers.
As they kissed, he stroked his fingertips down her cheek and neck, across the top of her chest and to her breast. Her back arched a bit as he squeezed lightly and caressed again, bringing his fingers to her nipple. He found it erect, waiting to be played with, and so he did. She moaned, feeling something like electricity sparking through her as he flicked and rubbed and gave it gentle squeezes and twists.
She felt his smile as he took his mouth from hers. He worked his way with slow, hot kisses from her mouth to her other breast, flicking his tongue across her creamy skin. Bella raised a hand to the back of his head and slipped her fingers into his hair as he kissed and fondled her breasts. She wanted to pull him to her, but forced herself to lay still. She sensed how long he had waited to be able to touch her this way. Although she burned to return the attention, she simply gave herself over to him completely.
He worked her nipple with his lips and tongue until her breath was quick and she uttered a moan that sounded like his name. He stroked his hand down over her belly, her hip, and along her thigh. His fingertips left embers smoldering in her skin, and pulled a surge of wetness from between her legs. As he brought his hand back upward, he let it fall between her thighs, and she shifted them a bit apart.
As his fingers brushed lightly against her swollen, wet labia, she moaned again. Her fingers tightened on their own as she felt his reaction, his erection throbbing against her hip. He made a sound low in his throat and his eyes slipped shut.
Dylan brought his mouth back up to hers as he pressed his fingers firmly against her clit. He caught her gasp with his kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he began to rub in slow circles. When her kiss became frantic, he released her mouth to let her pant, eyes closed, cheeks bright pink.
He stopped rubbing to press firmly again, and Bella moaned loudly. “Dylan…”
“Mmm,” he replied softly, entranced by the sight of her, intoxicated by the scent and addicted to the feel. He started rubbing again, faster, harder.
Bella groaned, lifting her hips and lifting her other hand to grope blindly for him. She felt a delicious tension building. It started deep in her groin but spread quickly to fill her entire body.
Her hips rose and fell on their own, seeking his touch, her wet folds yearning for him. As if reading her mind, he slid two long fingers into her, pressing hard against her clit with his thumb. She groaned again, and the tension suddenly burst. Dylan felt her cum quivering around his fingers, and he groaned softly as well. His cock throbbed as he bent his head to press his face into her full breasts.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmured as she gasped.
He kissed her breasts and stroked his fingers slowly out of her, before repositioning himself over her.
Bella opened her eyes and reached up a hand to stroke his chest as he settled between her round thighs. This exact fantasy had spun through her head so many times, but now it was real. She wished there was some way to keep this moment from never ending, to keep this night forever stretching into eternity.
Dylan bent forward and kissed her. She put her arms around him. He reached down between them and grabbed his cock guiding it to her.
Bella groaned deep in her throat as Dylan rubbed the head of his cock against her now sensitive clit. Her hips jerked, and her arms tightened, but he remained as he was until she had to tear her mouth away to gasp. He moved his mouth to the side of her neck and shifted the position of his cock against her. As he ravaged her with slow, hot kisses, he stroked the throbbing length of his shaft along her clit until she orgasmed again. He groaned when he felt the warm wetness surge across his flesh.
With a low, almost animal sound, he pulled his hips back far enough to plunge into her at last.
“Yes,” Bella nearly cried out, clutching at him.
Dylan sank his length into her, then held himself there a moment. His cock throbbed powerfully enough that she felt it bouncing within her. She was his beautiful Annie, the only woman that he had wanted for so long. He felt her warmth, the wetness of her arousal, the softness of her full curves. He, too, wished they could remain in this perfect moment forever.
Her hips lifted and her hands slid down his back. His body answered hers, his hips drawing back slightly so he could thrust forward again. He moved slow at first as she caressed his back, chest, and arms, looking up at him with adoration. He then moved a little faster, making her lips part and her eyes slip shut.
Her hands tightened on his back, her nails biting into his skin. It spurred him faster, and she moaned loudly, tossing her head back and forth. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening, quivering around him.
It was a struggle for him to hold back, but he managed until he felt her cum. After, there was no question of whether to let himself release or not. She cried out, nails raking down his back, as her back arched and she squeezed him from the waist down. Feeling him throb inside her made her groan with him, “ahhh” and exhausted by each other’s sweaty passion, she pulled him down for a heated kiss.
As her best friend, there had been nothing he didn’t known about her. As her lover, he left no part of her body unknown. Sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes heated and nearly frantic with desire, their hours of sex which followed were passionate and loving. He gave her feelings, physical and otherwise, she never would have guessed she could have.
It was near dawn when Dylan sank exhausted, gathering Bella in his arms and cuddling her close. He pressed his cheek to the top of her head.
Bella stroked her hand down his chest. She felt both deep contentment and something strange, yet familiar. After a moment she was able to place it. It seemed foreign because the context was all wrong. This was what happiness was like when she wasn’t cooking. This was what intense, fulfilled happiness with Dylan was like.
Lying in his arms she suddenly had the realization that this feeling wouldn’t end. He loved her and always had no matter what she did or looked like. She loved him from the first time they met and had never stopped. They had been friends for such a long time, and their friendship had become deep love. Clearly, this was not going to fade and be forgotten. This, too, would only grow, becoming deeper, stronger and richer.
“There’s a word for a guy like you,” Bella murmured, kissing the center of his chest with the last of her sexual energy.
“What’s that?” Dylan responded, half-asleep as he stroked her back.
“Soul-mate,” she said, laying her head down again.
His arms tightened around her. “You better believe it, gorgeous,” he murmured before holding her closer and they both fell asleep.
The end.
*****
Spanking Her Curves 2
Danielle Jamison groaned as the jet touched down on the runway. It wasn’t just the hangover, she was used to hangovers. It was what was waiting for her when she got off the plane.
Her parents had more than once before said things about “tough love” and “straighten up and flying right.” Dropping in and out of college was driving them crazy, they said. Staying out all night to party with her friends, and sleeping all day, wasn’t what they wanted for her. What she wanted didn’t matter. As long as she lived under their roof, they said, and spent their money, she had to follow their rules. It didn’t matter that she was an adult of twenty-two.
This crazy idea of theirs was enough to make her sick even without a hangover. Sending her to the family dude ranch in Wyoming was the worst possible punishment. There was nothing in Wyoming except rocks and sky. Her mother had refused even to get her a limousine from the airport to the ranch, saying someone from Big-J Ranch would come pick her up.
She dawdled, groaning again as she pulled herself out of the seat. When the flight attendant cheerfully welcomed her to Casper and asked if she needed assistance, Danielle just grunted at her. She delayed longer, digging her cell phone out of her purse and waiting for it to turn on before ambling slowly up the aisle to the exit.
She had promised to call her parents as soon as she landed. But she had promised them lots of things over the years. They had already sent her a thousand miles to nowhere. What more could they do? So she started calling her girlfriends, but of course nobody answered. Everyone else was still sleeping off her farewell party.
The terminal was nothing like the airport in New York. There was almost nothing to it: no shops, no restaurants, no nothing. It just had people hurrying to leave.
Danielle stumbled her way to the baggage claim area and found a bench. With relief she sat again, laying her aching head in her hand. Maybe if she got really sick her parents would let her come back home.