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The sight, as much as the feel, was what drove him, his thrusts coming harder and faster between her breasts. Having her pinned beneath him, offering up her body in a way that didn’t give her a chance for climax, was so fucking hot. He moved his hips, sliding his cock back and forth, groaning as his pleasure bubbled up and over.

When hot liquid spurted, Sam instinctively jerked her chin up, leaving the white fluid to arc and land on her collarbone. The white cum flowed as Q groaned, shuddering as he created a pearl necklace around her pretty throat.

33

It Means I Love You

Sam

Curled up in bed with Q, Sam was still horny, but she was starting to think that might be part of her punishment. It didn’t feel like a mean punishment, and she was pretty sure she’d been forgiven—and she’d definitely forgiven him—but apparently, that didn’t stop Q from being a bit sadistic. He was enjoying tormenting her, which was making Sam feel especially subby.

Even though they’d cleaned off afterward, she could still feel the liquid ring around her neck, like the phantom of the orgasm. That would make for a very odd musical.

Yeah, her brain was feeling a little floaty and distracted.

She never thought she’d enjoy titty fucking. She’d definitely never understood the appeal until now. It hadn’t been something that would get her off, but it had been fun. Watching Q’s face, watching his enjoyment had been incredibly arousing. And she’d always enjoyed having her breasts played with.

Was it going to be on her list of top favorite things to do? No. But she would totally do it again.

Q’s fingers ran up and down her arm. Her head rested against his chest, arm wrapped over his body and one leg across his so he couldn’t get up without moving her. Yeah. There was serious subliminal messaging going on.

Don’t leave me.

She wasn’t going to leave him, either. As soon as she got to her computer, she would do two things. First, she was going to turn down the Ohio job and let them know that while she was flattered, she didn’t want to move and she hoped they’d consider her in the future for any Maryland openings. Second, she was going to contact some of her old college friends and colleagues to see if they had any suggestions.

Especially from colleagues who had moved on from her current practice.

“I can feel you thinking,” Q murmured, making her giggle.

“You can feel me thinking?”

“Yup. I can feel all those little thoughts zinging around your head and pinging off the inside of your skull. Ping, ping, ping.” He tapped her head with each ‘ping,’ and Sam laughed, swatting his hand away.

“I was just thinking about who to reach out to for help with my job search,” she said, resting her hand back down on his chest, near her head. “I don’t know why I felt like I had to do the whole thing alone. It never occurred to me to see if people I used to work with and have moved on might have some valuable information.”

“You always were pretty independent, even in school. That’s not going to change just because you’re older if you’re stuck in the habit.”

Stuck in the habit was exactly where she’d been. Stuck in the habit of trying to do everything herself and not asking for help, much less accepting it, because she didn’t want anyone to know she needed help. Which was silly because she loved to help people. Reciprocity was important.

If she could help others, she could let others help her.

“I do ask that next time, you talk to me about things, even if you don’t want to.” Q paused for a moment. “Maybe especially if you don’t want to. If you don’t want me to try to influence your decision or help you make it, I can respect that, but I want to at least be aware of what’s going on and what you’re thinking.”

“That’s fair. Trust me, I don’t think I’ll keep you out of the loop again—and not because of the spanking. I felt awful this whole week.” She wrapped her arm back around him, hugging him tightly, and he shifted to face her, his arms wrapping around her as well. Next to her hip, she could feel his dick start to thicken, but he did nothing about it, just held her.

“I felt awful this whole week, too, but it was pointed out to me that couples fight. The important thing is we get through it, learn from it, and come out stronger the other side.”

“That’s nice,” Sam said a little wistfully, rubbing her nose against chest hair. “The advice I got was ‘if he’s still grumpy, let him put it in your butt.’”

Q’s entire body went still.

Sam went still.

“I mean… it’s not the worst advice I’ve ever heard…” His hand, which had been resting against her upper back, slid down to cup her ass, making her squirm and wiggle—which, of course, made his slowly hardening erection go what felt like fully erect.

Sam had to laugh.

“So, what, you want my tits and my ass all on the same day?” A few lines of her favorite song from A Chorus Line ran through her head as she said the words. She was definitely going to have to play that for him later. Hopefully, Q liked musicals. It had been a while since she’d sat down and watched one, because she’d gotten so hooked on the home improvement shows, but suddenly she wanted to. With him.