She obeys, licking my fingers. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still trying to catch her breath, but there’s a fire in her eyes. I can tell she wants more. Craves more.
“I love seeing this side of you, Wallflower. Keep showing it to me.”
I slide back until my feet hit the floor, then I’m grabbing her ankles and flipping her over. She lets out a yelp as her front hits the mattress. I stare at her, admiring her backside in silence. She’s panting, her head hanging between her tied arms.
The black ink along the length of her spine causes me to freeze. The words are permanently marked in Italian—a language I happen to know well.
Ma l'amore... è solo un'illusione
But love… it’s only an illusion.
The phrase is etched in fine print. I’ve seen it before, revealed in the many open-back dresses and bathing suits I’ve seen her wear over the years, but I’ve never paid much attention to it before now. I’ve never been as close to it as I am right here. Not enough to fully comprehend the intricate Italian script.
I read her tattoo repeatedly in my head, wondering the meaning behind it and why Selene chose it, but I don’t stay on the thought for long, because I’ve never wanted her more.
“I know I keep saying this, but I don’t think I’ve ever meant it more than I do now.” My eyes rake over her body, down to her perfect ass. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on.”
I watch the muscles in her back and sides move as she swallows, catching her breath. Ten seconds pass before she’s cutting through the silence.
“Please, Holt,” she begs, then she’s trying to speak over her shoulder. “Spank me.”
I’m unbuttoning my shirt when I stop halfway through. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” her voice strains. “I want you to spank me.Please.”
I finish unbuckling my belt and unzip my pants before sliding them and my boxer briefs off, then press one knee into the mattress.
“Only if you’re ready,” I tell her, stroking my cock. I need relief, and I need it fast. I’ve imagined spanking Selene so many times. I need to make sure she wants this as much as I do.
"I'm ready," she says, still breathing hard. Maybe it’s the anticipation of it all, but I know Selene wouldn’t make the request unless she was absolutely certain this is what she wanted.
She shivers as I slide my palm along her spine and bend to kiss her round cheek before I’m lifting her to her knees. Her perfect round ass is on full display for me, directly in my face.
“Your cunt is still dripping for me.” I slide my hand along the inside of her thighs, sweeping my fingers along the wetness coating her skin. I gently part her legs, urging her to separate them.
“Please, Holt.”
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I slink closer to her. I center the tip off my cock against her backside and drag my crown along her slit, coating myself with her wetness.
She sighs, dipping her head. I tease her entrance, and she moans.
Then I pull my hand back and smack her ass.
Crack!
She yelps as her back arches before dropping her head in a pant.
A spark lights in my chest, and I pause, waiting for her reaction. A red imprint of my fingers blooms across her cheek and, fuck, I might just come right now before I’m even inside her.
“Are you okay, Wallflower?” I soothe my hand over the spot, worried she wasn’t ready.
“Yes,” she says confidently. She glances over her shoulder, blowing the hair away from her face. “Again. Do it again.”
I give her a wicked grin, soothing my hand over her ass again. “As you wish, Wallflower. But not again until I sink myself into this pretty cunt of yours.”
Pulling back, I drive myself inside her. She cries out, lifting her head, and pulling on the tie. I grip onto her hips, steadying her as I pull back and drive back in.
She feels so fucking good.
