“There’s nothing wrong with that, baby.”
“Isn’t there? You don’t feel used?”
He chuckles again. “You can use me anytime.”
I give him a playful swat on his upper arm. “I don’t want to do that. I love you.”
“I love you too. And part of loving you is letting you take what you need. God knows you’ve let me take what I need enough times.”
A smile forms on my lips. “And if I need to be spanked?”
“Then I’ll give it to you. But first… Why do you need it?”
“Does it matter?”
“To me it does. I’m not going to hurt you, Callie. I love you too much.”
He poses a valid question. Why do I need it? Is it just because I had a sensual dream about it, or does the reason go deeper?
“You think I’m trying to punish myself,” I say softly.
“I don’t think anything, but now that you mention it…”
“I don’t know. Maybe I am.”
“Why? Why would you want to punish yourself?”
For a zillion reasons, none of which I’m ready to discuss with him. “Forget it. It was a silly dream. It’s not like I’ve ever done it before.”
“You haven’t?”
“No. Never. In fact, until now, I never even imagined wanting such a thing.”
“Tell you what,” he says. “Let’s lie here. Let me kiss those gorgeous lips of yours. Let me undress you, and you undress me. And we’ll just see where it goes.”
I melt inside. “I love you so much, Donny.”
“I love you too, baby.” He pulls me back on top of him and our lips meet in a searing kiss.
Then, quick as a flash, he flips me over so I’m on my back, and he lifts my T-shirt, cups one breast, and squeezes it lightly.
I let out a sigh. Just his touch soothes me in a way I’ve never felt. Never even imagined. He moves his mouth from mine and kisses my jawline, my neck, the top of my chest.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growls. “We both are.”
He pulls my T-shirt over my head, and then he makes quick work of my bra. “I love your breasts. They are so beautiful.”
He kisses the tops of them, nibbling lightly, until he comes to a nipple. “I haven’t gotten to give these the attention I’ve wanted to. You’re so beautiful, Callie. I’ll never get enough of you. Never, as long as I live.” He tugs on one nipple.
I gasp, the sensation traveling through me at lightning speed. I’m still wet between my legs. I always seem to be when I’m around Donny. Even when I’m not around Donny but because I’m constantly thinking of him. Even when all these other horrid thoughts enter my mind, he’s still there—a calming presence.
“I love every part of you. Every single part, and not just because you’re the most beautiful woman I know. Because you’re you. Because you’re Callie Pike.”
I close my eyes, revel in the electricity coursing through me. How does he do this? How does his mere presence affect me so?
He pinches my other nipple between his thumb and finger while he tugs on the first with his teeth. Flames erupt around me, covering my body. I’m burning… Burning with fire and passion and love.
He continues to lavish my breasts with attention. As wonderful as it feels, I need more. More of him, more of me. More of both of us to take me away from the images that threaten to invade my mind.
“Donny, please.”
I’m not quite sure what I’m asking for. A spanking? Another fuck?
He lets the nipple drop from his mouth then, and while still playing with the other one with his deft fingers, he begins kissing down my abdomen all the way to my navel. He dips his tongue inside once, twice, three times, the tickle inside me nearly unbearable now.
He’s on top of me, so I can’t spread my legs. Not a worry. He drops my other nipple and with both his hands spreads them for me.
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he says again. “You dazzle. Every part of you dazzles.”
For a moment, I think he’s going to lick me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he flips me over so I’m lying face down on the bed.
He caresses the cheeks of my ass gently, and his fluttering touch feels like warm silk on my flesh.
“This ass, Callie. So beautiful. Perfect. I’m at a crossroads, to be honest. Part of me wants to smack it silly, make it pink and rosy and beautiful. Part of me wants to treat it tenderly. With the tenderness that it deserves because of its unending beauty.”
I sigh against the pillow. How is it possible that I want both things at once? I’m craving the palm of his hand on my ass, but I’m also craving his gentleness. How does this make any sense?
He trails a finger over one cheek of my ass to midway down my thigh. “Your skin is so beautiful. Like fresh cream. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Anything to see your beautiful smile.”