We spend most of our evenings together, in our master bedroom. We just laze around at the end of a long day. Talking about our day, spent apart from each other. If I've worked that day, he listens to me vent and usually makes me laugh. I've listened so close over the years, I know more about his chosen career then some of the people he works with. It's the beginning of the day to day reconnection, a ritual we've observed for years.
It has been a really long week, so I got cleaned up and comfy early. If I wear anything, an over sized men's tank is about it.
He sits on the lounge as I walk by. He's been quiet, I've let him be, giving him the space he needs. Though it pains me some to do that, I have faith in him. When he's ready, he'll take what he needs.
He reaches out as I pass and pulls me close. I bury my hands in his hair as I bend to enfold him, clinging silently to the man I love. We rest for a moment, catching our breathes in each other.
He stands, I'm overwhelmed and embraced all at once. Nestled in the crook of his neck as he lifts his chin for me to plant faerie kisses.
"I know what you need." He whispers, as he slowly turns and bends me over at the same time. I hear, rather than see him pick up the leather paddle. His hand, caressing up my back as he pushes my head down and bares me at the same time.
The damn breaks, the tension flows out, lessening with each subsequent blow.
Swat, swat, swat...
Swat, swat, swat....
Leather kissing skin, redness and warmth bloom.
Legs part, a wider stance a necessity for maintaining balance while losing my equilibrium.
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack,
The lady parts start to burn, as leather meets flesh and the heavens are reached.
I'm lost, a flurry of leather, striking all about my body, delicious pain, I crave it so. Give me more, I beg of you.
My body bowing, arching up on my toes, his tongue thrusting deep to drink of the wetness flowing out. The coolness of his tongue a balm to my burning flesh, soothing, yet fueling the flame.
I feel his strength as he twists and pinches at my nipples, driving me further into subspace. So sharp, so vivid, so exquisite is the pain, that pleasure explodes around me and all I can do is watch in wonder.
"Yes Sir," is all I can manage when the command comes.
I spin quickly and take him between my lips, swallowing deeply and appreciatively. Pausing, for just a moment, to fully feel his length as he hits the back of my throat. Hands buried in my hair, I grip his hips and hang on for the ride.
to be continued...