“Maybe you shouldn’t have made me wait so long.”
“Eight weeks, Angel. That’s how longI’vebeen waiting to have you again.” I plant my hands on the edge of the mattress. “Stop.”
Her movements immediately cease.
“Crawl to me.”
A slow smile spreads across her perfect pink lips as she shifts onto her hands and knees and does exactly that. Her heaving breasts sway beneath her, those dusky pink nipples just begging for my attention. I’m dying to taste her again, to lap up her milk and savor the flavor on my tongue.
Memories from that weekend six years ago resurface. Wild and untamed Angelina—the woman who wrapped her fist around my heart and never let go. I’ve been longing for rough, uninhibited sex since the moment we said I do, but that wasn’t something either of us was ready for at the time. Then we found out she was pregnant, and I had to be gentle with her.
Not anymore.
“Take off my belt.”
She sits back on her heels and brings her hands to my buckle. A satisfying swish of leather against denim fills the quiet room as she tugs the belt out of my jeans.
“I was going to take my time with you, lick and suck every inch of your body, but you need to be punished first.”
Her face flushes the same shade as her nipples.
“You have two choices. Do you want my hand or my belt?”
“Hand,” she says airily. “I want you to spank me with your hand.”
“Good girl.” I sit on the mattress and pat my lap. “On your belly, arms behind your back.”
She stands—my perfect fucking Angel in all her naked glory—and I can’t resist getting a taste first. I cup her cheek and bring her mouth to mine. Her lips part on a moan, and I slip my tongue inside, tasting her, teasing her. When I pull back, her eyes are full of heat.
I pat my lap again.
She lies across my legs, and I take both hands, securing them behind her back with the belt. “What’s your color?”
“Green.”
“Remember, you say red, and everything stops. No questions asked. You’re safe with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I glide my hand up her thigh, over the curve of her ass, and the small of her back, then down again. “I think ten should be sufficient. Count.”
I raise my hand and bring it down with a loud thwack. Redness blooms on her left cheek, and I soothe the sting with my palm, gently stroking over the area.
“One,” she murmurs.
I do it again, this time on the right side.
“Two.”
I repeat the motion a third and fourth time in quick succession.
“Three. Four.”
“That’s my girl. You’re taking your punishment so well.”
I squeeze the globes of her ass in my large palms, then glide my hand lower to find her already soaked pussy. “Is this turning you on?”
“Yes, sir.”
