“Fuck. Right there,” I say when his dick presses against my hole. “Just… stay… just stay right there.”
He stalls and I rock my hips, alternating between pushing my ass hole against his tip and rubbing my clit against his fingers.
“What else can I do for you?”
The only response I can musteris a grunt.
“Do you need to be spanked again?”
A string of guttural noises escapes my lips as I rapidly nod.
“Thatta girl.”
Smack.
“That’s it.”
Smack.
“Take what you want from me.”
Smack.
“Take it, Claire.”
With the relentless reverberations and the filthy encouragement, I fall apart, gasping against his soft sheets.
He manages to remove his hand from under my blissed-out body and straightens. I peer over my shoulder, ignoring the well-deserved crick in my neck, watching the veins in his forearms protrude as he grips the base of his cock. He pours more lube and strokes himself a few times, then slips between my cheeks. With every thrust, I tighten my thighs, clenching my ass cheeks around him. Again, his head knocks against my hole, teasing entry.
The lewd sound of his jerking motions, his lubed-up skin slapping and dragging along mine, plays in harmony with his grunts and moans.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, baby.” He whimpers.
“Fucking do it,” I command.
He slaps his cock to my lower back, and hot bursts of cum brand my skin. I lie still, breathing heavily and desperately wishing I had a better view.
Just when I think he’ll slide off me, he squeezes my shoulders.
“Your neck all right?” he asks, his mouth closer to my ear.
“It’s a little tender, but I’m okay.”
He kneads the sore muscles at my nape, then moves to my shoulder blades. Then, using his load like expensive lotion, he massages my lower back. Working his way up, he coats my entire back in his release.
I groan. “Mmm. That feels so good.”
He continues like that until his cum begins to dry and turns sticky.
The bed dips, and then he’s on his feet. “Be right back.”
Snuggled into the mattress, I will myself to get up, but I surrender when Asher returns with a warm, wet washcloth. As he carefully cleans me up, I shiver.
He leaves again and the sound of the shower signals me to move.
In one minute.
Just one minute…
