That just meant an opportunity for me to put my hands on her while she finished undressing.
Her adorable socks, which she left on, were fine with me. Then she raised a foot to return to my lap.
“Put your knees right here beside my leg and lean over the opposite arm, I can slide one hand underneath you, and…”
She was already in motion, so I grabbed a handful of ass.
“I’ll spank your perky little bottom with the other.”
She complied quickly, but I could barely get my fingertips between her thighs.
Nudging for more space with my fingers, I said, “Spread your legs for me, babygirl.”
There were roughly a million things I would like to do beyond what we’ve expressly agreed to, including sliding my fingers inside of her pussy. In previous relationships, I would have assumed it was okay, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions with Penny.
She spread her legs. For me. I got a high purely from that knowledge.
Being at Rawhide Ranch, overhearing a few negotiations, and witnessing clarifications stated like which headspace someone was in, I’d learned that there was so much more to a sexual dynamic than I’d ever considered.
I rubbed my fingers over her cotton panties first. They were soaked. My balls threatened to unleash, so I cooled off by glancing at my brothers.
Wrong move. That was too close to declaring victory. I forced myself to remember that once we left the Ranch, our situation would get complicated. That calmed me down.
Watching Penny’s expression, I eased my fingers into the waistband of her panties, toyed with her damp curls, then eased a fingertip into her slit.
Primal urges welled inside of me as I found the hard nub of her clit. My whole hand was already soaked.
She wiggled her hips and I remembered to split my focus between her clit and her ass. Not an easy task, but I was up for it.
Massaging a handful of ass cheek, I drifted into a world where only she existed.
Penny was mine. I watched every shudder of her body, listened for every breath, and as I pulled my hand away andbrought it down for a slap, I had her right where I wanted. Her hips bucked her clit right into my finger.
She squealed at the spanking, then squealed at the additional pressure on the clit. A smile flitted across her lips before her eyes closed in submission.
As I circled her clit, reading her every motion, she taught me the speed she liked best.
Intermittent swats on her bottom mixed things up. Each swat had her body shaking and her breaths growing more and more ragged.
The temptation to pull my hand out from between her legs and edge her would have to wait for a later play date.
“Come on Daddy’s hand whenever you’re ready, babygirl.”
“Faster,” she said.
Instead of breaking the flow to remind her to call me Daddy, I sped up my pace and gave a sharp swat to her bottom, then immediately landed another one on the other cheek.
Her body bucked. She drenched my fingers and cried out, “Daddy, I’m coming.”
I’d never witnessed something so precious and pure as the look on her face.
Her legs clamped around my hand, and I had to keep pressure against her thighs to maintain the placement of my fingers. She wasn’t anywhere near the end of the orgasm.
We drew it out more and more, and even when I thought it tapered off, I gave another sharp slap to her ass, and she cried out again, another spurt of honey-scented cum coating my hand.
“Give her a fucking break, bro,” Everest said.
He was probably right, but I didn’t have to like it. She’d need to rest.
