"Liar!" I laughed at the same time I slapped the lower half of his butt cheek as hard as I could.
With a yelp, Sacha flipped over, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me onto the bed beneath him. His long body stretched over mine until we were pelvis to pelvis. He shook his head. "Oh Gaby, Gaby. You want to play the spanking game?"
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sacha gota single good spank in.
I don't know what I'd been thinking hitting him. This was Sacha. I should have known he was going to retaliate somehow. And he did. In the blink of an eye, he flipped me onto my stomach and smacked my butt so hard there was for sure going to be a bruise there tomorrow.
The special thing about my relationship with this guy, the thing that made us and what we were different, was that we were both laughing our asses off the entire time.
Not in a million years could I have ever imagined thinking that getting spanked by another person could be both funny and also pretty damn sexy. I could blame the latter on the fact that I'd seen his tight and cute butt cheeks seconds ago. My Sassy was something special. If there was a fraction of a doubt in my brain that I was crazy for this guy, that I felt a connection with him that trumped any other relationship I'd had in the past by leagues in the sea—it was smashed.
"You bitch!" I screeched against the bed cover, bucking my hips away.
Heavy weight fell over me, his chest pressed against my back, and I could feel his lips on my neck. "Princess,” he said it with a snort.
"That hurt!"
He cracked up harder, kissing me over and over again. "Gaby," he murmured. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
I howled in pain until his palm smoothed from my side over my lower back and slowly inched down to cup my still aching ass; I sucked in a rabid breath. That large palm stroked, rubbed and kneaded the flesh gently. What did I do? I arched my freaking back.
His free hand pushed up the back of my shirt, up, up, up until all the material bunched over my breasts and the middle of my back. "You're so smooth," he said in a husky voice right before hot, wet lips were dragged down my spine. "God, Gaby," he groaned as I curled into him even more.
"Hmm?" I mumbled incoherently, relishing in the sensation of his mouth and warm skin on mine.
I felt something infinitely times warmer than his lips and much more wet at the small of my back. He licked me. Oh my lord, Sacha—the most gorgeous man in every universe—was licking me. Both of his hands slipped around my waist. His fingers prodded at the elastic of my sleeping pants, before pulling it down erotically slowly.
It wasn't until I felt his mouth on my shoulder and his fingers dipping inside the front of my panties that I thought the earth shattered into a million fragments. "Sacha," his name hissed from my lips.
He moaned my name in return, those long, lightly callused fingertips brushing over my the lower seam of my body, not stopping until he swept over the slit there multiple times. "Fuck," he hummed into my ear. A single finger dipped into me at the same time he used his other hand to pull my back against his upright chest. The position gave him access to my neck, where he started sucking lightly.
I cried out when he slipped another finger in me, fingering me so slowly I couldn't breathe from the sweet anticipation. What the hell my hands were doing, I really had no clue. I think they'd landed on his thighs, squeezing them tightly. "That's so good."
He hummed, nipping me lightly on the slope between my neck and shoulder. "I want you so fucking bad."
The rocking of my hips against the twisting and scissoring of his fingers should have been enough of an answer to his request, but I turned my mouth to kiss him, long, deep and slow. It was only when I pulled away from his lips that I nodded. "Please."
Sacha yanked my shorts and underwear down my legs a second later, giving me a light slap where his hand had been last. Moist lips kissed one cheek and then the other before I rolled over into a sitting position. His mouth covered mine again, kissing me slowly, sucking one lip and then the other into his mouth while his hands fiddled with the bunched material of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
His eyes swept their way down, a great breath of air filling his lungs as he did it. While I hadn’t opted to get the biggest boobs in the universe, I liked Lucy and Ethel more than enough. They were now both a small C-cup with only tiny lines for scars on the bottom of each. They looked as natural as they possibly could. Sacha pushed me onto my back gently, dragging his open mouth and lips down my chin, over my jaw, neck, collarbones, before settling over my right nipple. It wasn't my imagination when I felt him shudder over me.
I was pulling his shorts and boxer briefs down his hips with my hands and then my feet when I couldn't reach anymore. My fingers roamed their way up and down his smooth back from shoulder to ass. Legs opened wider around his naked hips. The more skin I saw—both that smooth, lightly tanned skin and the one painted in black strokes of ink—the more I couldn't comprehend how lucky I was.
"You’re driving me nuts," he groaned, lapping against my nipple. "I need you right now.” The heavy, hot feel of his cock brushed against my inner thigh as he rolled his hips. "Can I?"
The “yes” exploded off my tongue in a rush.
Sacha pulled back. His heavy, beautiful green eyes were hooded with lust and something else I couldn't decipher. He slanted his mouth against mine before pulling back to press our foreheads together. One finger brushed over my breast while another one stroked across my jaw.
I closed my eyes because it all seemed like too much. The way he felt over me, the way his eyes made me feel like I wasn't my own proprietor. But I felt like a coward doing it, so I opened them again.
He smiled at me gently before reaching over me, digging into his backpack for a second, retrieving a small box from inside. "You're a dream come true," he said softly once he was back in place, kissing me over my heart.
Catching sight of the black and gold wrapper in his hand, I glanced back up at his face. "You're perfect," I told him.
Sacha kissed me, pulling away to look down. I could see his hands shaking as he tore open the condom and sat back on his heels. I don't know how I didn't babble something like “holy shit” or “oh my God.” In the times we'd spent in my bunk before, everything we ever did was over clothing. I'd never put my hands on his naked flesh. So when I glanced down his bare, hard chest and the symmetrical, block-shaped muscles of his abs to see his thick, long cock hard and proud in the air, I sucked in a breath.
