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My mate makes another “hmm” sound in his throat.

His hand caresses my ass, and he gives it a little jiggle.

"Everything okay?" I ask, breathless. "You can use your word if you need to."

Dagesh lightly taps a hand on my butt again, making it bounce and ripple. "I like this. I see now why one would wish to spank his mate."

I do my best not to be impatient, but I really want him to start going to town on me. "You can spank me again. I'm totally fine with it."

That big hand squeezes on my ass, his grip tight. "You are very pushy like this," he teases. "I should spank you for it."

I bite back a whimper, because that is absolutely what I want. But I know he gets skittish about hurting me. It has to be done in a way he feels comfortable with, so I do my best to remain still and not demand great, huge smacks on my ass. Being patient while aroused is absolutely not something I'm good at, and as Dagesh continues to just keep a hand on my butt, doing nothing, I start to wriggle. I lift my hips, as if pushing my ass higher into the air will somehow make him swing into high gear.

"Do you need something?" my mate asks, his tone amused.

"Now you're just being cruel," I say, shifting my weight in the hopes that it makes my butt jiggle enticingly again. "What's a girl gotta do to get her ass smacked around here?"

Dagesh chuckles, and he caresses my butt cheek. "You can ask."

"Please."

I'm rewarded with a light tap. I make a happy noise, lowering my head and quivering with excitement. I'm already hugely aroused. His teasing is driving me wild, especially because his hand rests on my ass for so long. It's like…foreplay. Really, really extended foreplay.

"Please," I say again, digging my fingers into the big thigh I'm leaning over.

He smacks my ass again, this time harder, and with palm. I moan, utterly delighted. "I love watching your bottom shake," Dagesh murmurs, then gives me another smack, each one harder than the last. "It shivers each time I strike it."

The wonder in his voice turns me on so damn hard. I whimper, whispering another “please” as he strikes me again. It's like he's figuring out his groove, my mate. Each strike cracks against my behind louder and harder than the last, until he's smacking me so hard that I'm sure he's leaving handprints.

I'm so turned on I can't stand it.

He spanks me again, this time his hand striking across both of my cheeks at once, and hard. I cry out, panting, and he immediately stops. "Too much?"

"No," I whimper. "I like it."

"Even now?" He rubs my ass, and then drags a finger into the cleft of my cheeks, seeking the heat of my pussy. Dagesh strokes into me, and then groans. "You are so wet. You really do like this."

I moan, pushing back against his hand. "Please," I beg again. "Please. Need you. Need more."

Dagesh moves under me. I'm pushed into the furs, and in the next breath, my mate is on top of me, roughly grabbing my hips and dragging them into the air. I press my face against the blankets even as I lift my ass higher, and then he covers me, his big, warm body pushing against the backs of my thighs and my behind. One big hand slaps my ass again, then grips it tight. "I like seeing you jiggle when I'm about to push inside you," my mate growls. "Can I still spank you?"

"Please," I sob out. I'm so needy I hurt. "Please keep going."

He thrusts into me, and I nearly black out, it feels so good. Hot stars explode behind my eyes as he fills my aching pussy, stroking so deep that I feel his balls smack against my skin, and his spur digs into my backside in a way that's disconcerting but also arousing. He pushes deep, then gives my ass a ringing smack, harder than he ever has before.

I come so hard that I gush, my body seizing up in the hardest orgasm I've ever had. I make choked sounds as my mate thrusts into me, my body making wet, sloppy sounds as he uses me for his own release. When he's done, he growls out my name and digs his fingers into my flanks, and it's another little spark of pure pleasure.

Afterwards, I just lie there, sprawled and utterly content in the furs, my butt still in the air.

Dagesh groans as he recovers, and his hand skims possessively over my back and my bottom as he pulls out of me. "Your flesh is red here, now," he says, and tsks. "I was too rough?"

"No," I mumble, dazed. "You were perfect. So perfect."

I can hear him moving around in the cave, and I watch through glazed eyes as he wets a towel and cleans himself. I feel too good and boneless to move, and I don't even twitch when he moves to my side and cleans me, too. When he's done, he moves back to the furs and picks me up like I'm a doll, settling me back into his lap. He nuzzles at my face, pressing kisses into my hair, and then wraps a blanket around us. He makes hot tea, too, even though it's hard for him to work with just one hand. The other holds onto me as if he never wants to let me go.


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