She placed her hands on either side of his face, looking up into his eyes.
“It’s just us in here,” she murmured.“What do you want to do?Whatever you say, it will be the right decision.”
Matthew
Looking down into his wife’s violet eyes, Matthew’s emotions bubbled and popped inside him, a simmering stew of confusion.The pure acceptance he saw staring back at him helped to soothe some of the worst of it.
He could tell Johanna what he wanted to do, and she would not judge him for it.He would not be punished.She had already shown that in the carriage.
So, why was it so difficult?
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of her hands gently touching his face.The careful way she held him.The scent of her perfume, like a field full of posies, rose to meet his nose.His hands found her hips as he opened his eyes again, looking back down at her.Focusing on her.
“I… want to strip off your dress.”He slid his hands up her sides, cupping just underneath her breasts, watching them rise and fall as he did so.“Then I want to brush your hair.While you’re completely naked.Then I want to carry you to your bed and put you on your hands and knees, so I can fuck you from behind while seeing the pretty pink of your bottom.”
Heat and desire rose in her gaze with every word he spoke.She shivered in place as his hands moved back down her sides and around to her bottom, so he could cup her punished cheeks through her dress on the final word.He pulled her against him, watching as her breath caught in her throat.
Once again, the ability to do what he desired with his wife, without having to flip his coin was… exciting.Distracting enough to almost make him forget his panic.Tomorrow, there would be a myriad of decisions he must make, without knowing if they were the correct ones, but tonight, the only person he had to please was his wife.
And she was pleased to do whatever he wished.
“I want that, too,” she whispered.
Lowering his head to her lips, Matthew kissed her.Claimed her with his mouth.His hands massaged her bottom before rising to the buttons on the back of her dress.Slowly, he stripped her out of her clothes, just like he’d said he wanted to.Revealing every inch of her.Giving each inch a kiss as the fabric slipped off her silken skin.
Johanna moaned, nearly making him want to skip over the second part… but he wanted the whole thing.
She sat at her vanity, clothed in nothing but the hair he was brushing, blushing furiously.He was still fully dressed as he attended her.Leaning down, Matthew could not help but take a lock of hair between his fingers and use it to brush over her nipples as he gave her another kiss.Her hand came up to curl around his neck, holding him there as she kissed him back with passionate desperation.
Releasing the lock of hair, he closed his hand around her breast, cupping the soft flesh and pinching her taut nipple between his fingers.She moaned against his lips, her other hand coming up to wrap around his neck as well.
Crouching down, he slid his hands beneath her so he could lift her as he stood back up, holding her tight against him.
These were easy decisions.
They felt right, down to the marrow in his bones.
He could get lost in his wife, without fear, without worry.
Laying her on the bed, she immediately went up onto her knees, her hands going to his cravat and pulling the pin free.It clattered to the floor a moment later, followed by the fluttering fabric of the cravat itself.They kissed.Slowly.Passionately.Deliberately.Her hands moved over him as he stripped off each article of clothing, helping him to divest himself of the coverings until he was completely naked as well.
Matthew climbed onto the bed, running his hands over her bottom, which was barely blushing pink now.
“It appears as though I did not spank you hard enough,” he murmured, smiling with the jest as he cupped her cheeks.
“Perhaps you should try again?”The mischief in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him made him chuckle.There was something else there, too, though.Something more than a light jest.
Once again, he felt sure that she was hiding something from him, and that the ‘punishment’ in the carriage had nothing to do with Rose.But this did not seem like the time to question her about it, even if he did not have his coin to tell him not to.
Instead, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bottom, making her gasp as her head dropped back down in front of her.Braced on her forearms, her bottom high in the air, it was as though she was bent before him in supplication.Matthew pressed his thumb against the slickness of her pussy, coating the digit in her wetness.
“Do you know what truly naughty girls get, kitten?”he asked in a low voice, enjoying her little wriggles as he moved his thumb across her sensitive flesh.
“What?”
He shifted his hand up and pressed the tip of his lubricated thumb against the crinkled blossom of her rear entrance.Johanna gasped, tensing, her head starting to come up as her muscles tried to clench together—but could not fully because her legs were so far apart with him kneeling between them.
“Naughty girls get their bottoms punished with more than a spanking.”He pushed his thumb into her bottom at the same time he thrust into her pussy with his cock, making her cry out and rock forward onto her arms.His other hand was curled around her hip, helping to hold her mostly in place as he sank into her with a groan, the warm, wet heat of her body wrapping around his cock.
