“I-I…” She stammers, breathing picking up, dark lashes fluttering with every kiss I drag along her jaw and every brush of my thumb along her stomach.
“You what, baby?” I tug her jeans down her hips, dropping to my knees so I can pull them the rest of the way off. Mira toes off her shoes but lets me do the rest. Her panties fall to the floor in a puddle with the denim, leaving her pussy bare for me. Fuck. This will never get old. Seeing her naked and needy, thighs shifting against each other, the scent of her arousal blooming in the air like a decadent flower. “Tell me. Do you think you could stay quiet?”
Glassy eyes hooded with raw, undiluted need stare down at me. She nods.
“Words, sunshine.”
“Y-yes.”
A wicked grin slowly morphs my face into something primal. “Oh, you think so? How about we put that to the test? And every time you fail and make a noise, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that pretty ass of yours.”
Mira lets out a little squeak when my fingers dig into the soft globes of her ass, kneading and spreading her. There’s no fucking way she’s staying silent. She’s never silent when I fuck her.
“You want to spank me?”
“If the idea turns you on as much as it does me, then yes. Fuck yes, baby.” I study her face, because as much as I believe she’ll enjoy a spanking, it’s only sexy if she’s into it. If she wants it as much as I do. “What do you think?”
Mira shifts, her thighs squeezing again, and her hands move unconsciously to play with her breasts. “Yes. Fuck, the idea of it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but the answer is yes.”
Grinning, I lean forward and press a kiss to her lower belly above her mound. “Never feel bad for exploring what makes you feel good, baby. I’ll try anything with you. Everything. Now, take your shirt and bra off so I can play with those perfect tits.”
My wife hurries to do as I ask, and in moments, she’s standing in front of me, naked and beautiful, with her back pressed against the door. Perfect.
“Spread your legs,” I demand. “Use the doorframe to brace yourself. I’m going to eat your perfect pussy right here against the door, so you’d better be quiet, or anyone walking by in the hallway will hear you.”
Mira sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, a brief flicker of hesitation puckering her brow before it once again smooths out and lust overtakes every other emotion. When she doesn’t immediately spread her creamy thighs, I arch an eyebrow and give one leg a tap. She sucks in a deep breath, then does as I ask.
“That’s my good girl,” I rasp as I inch forward and lift one of her legs, letting it rest over my shoulder with her foot against my back. “Shit, baby. Look at you, so wet and ready for me.”
Mira braces herself against the doorframe as I press on her belly with one hand to keep her steady and drag my thumb through her soaking folds with the other. She lets out a whine that shoots straight to my dick when I apply gentle pressure to her clit.
“Quiet,” I warn her before leaning forward and slowly licking her pussy. I can’t hold back my grin when she gasps and herhead flops back against the door with a softthud. There’s no fucking way she’s keeping quiet. Not by the time I’m done with her.
With one hand keeping Mira pinned to the door, I use the other to grab her ass and angle her hips up so I have better access to what I want. With her knee over my shoulder and the more exaggerated tilt of her hips, she’s open wide for me. I take full advantage, alternating between nipping at her inner thigh and lapping at her wet slit. Her soft little gasps become quiet little moans as each lick of my tongue brings her closer to the edge.
I can do better.
Letting go of Mira’s ass, I press two fingers into her warmth as my tongue lashes her clit. The moan she gives me is far louder than the stifled noises she’s been making until this point, and I grin up at her wickedly, her arousal covering my mouth.
“Oh, baby, they definitely heard that in the hall. This is your last warning to be quiet, or I’m going to bend that perfect ass over my knee and make it red.”
“Shit,” she whimpers, covering her mouth with both hands.
It won’t be enough.
Determined to make her scream, I push a third finger inside of her, curling them to find that magical spot, while my lips latch on to her clit and I suck. Hard.
“Oh, Griffin, fuck!” There’s nothing quiet about my girl’s garbled scream. She’s close to the edge, and I know just how I want to get her there.
Pushing her knee off my shoulder, I rise to my feet and pick Mira up, throwing her stomach over my shoulder, her ass close enough to bite and her breasts pressed against my back.
“Griffin,” she shrieks, only to yelp louder when I turn my head and sink my teeth into the soft flesh that’s been tempting me all night. She moans when I lick it to make it better.
When I get to the sofa in the middle of the large suite, I let her slide down my fully clothed body. She watches me with dazed, glassy eyes as I sit at the edge of the couch, my knees spread. I crook my finger at her. “Come here, wife.”
Hesitantly, she takes a step closer. She’s obviously turned on but unsure of what I want from her.
I pat my knees. “You didn’t do what I told you, baby. You were a very bad girl, and now I have to punish you. Face down, ass up. Now.”
