Page 13 of Passionate Defense

She gasped, as once again, an image flashed through her mind. Her in a plaid skirt, white cotton panties pulled down around her knees, and Ethan wielding a cane. The capacity for speech left her.

He dipped his head, his breath warm against her mouth. In a rough impassioned voice, he whispered, “Believe me, baby, spanking your ass will not be a hardship.”

There was no more talk after that as he took over, his tongue plunging greedily inside to claim a hungry kiss. His fingers firmly entangling in her hair, as he held her still, preventing free movement. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. That simple act of dominance—so hot—ignited her passion, and she clung to him, her tongue meeting his, equaling his appetite.

Ethan’s free hand curled around her hip until it found an ass cheek, which he palmed firmly. Despite coming only minutes before, her pussy yearned for attention, and she ground shamelessly against his thigh. As one, they groaned.

He rolled them again until she was on top. Raising his hips, he ripped at his zipper, his cock springing free as he shoved down his pants, kicking them off.

“Straddle me, Lanie,” he growled with hoarse demand. “Take me inside and ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Startled by the absolute want in his voice and his vulgar words, so unlike him, she stared down at him in amazement until a sharp swat on her ass snapped her into action. Whimpering in delighted eagerness, she pushed off his chest, her legs falling to his sides as she straddled his hips.

“Don’t look so surprised. I still have ten minutes.”

With his hands encircling her waist, he lifted her higher. His hard length rose insistently between them.

“Guide me inside,” he urged.

As she lined up the head of his cock with her drenched opening, she inhaled sharply as the head penetrated. He was a big man, and all his parts were proportionate. A brief twinge of unease still occurred whenever he first entered, even after all these years. It always took a moment to adjust as his girth stretched her to the limit, filling her completely, before sheer pleasure overtook her. As she sank onto him, they moaned as one, hers light and breathy, his low and harsh, like an animal growl.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so damn good around my cock.”

His hands on her ass spurred her into motion. She responded instantly. The thrill of seeing this new demanding side of her husband, who talked dirty and did the most amazing things to her body, made her already racing heart beat faster. Her pussy pulsed around him as she eagerly obeyed.

Being older, a teacher and an experienced litigator, Ethan had a take-charge personality and was a natural leader. She had never minded him taking control during sex because he was also respectful of her as a woman and of her career. But tonight, he took it to another level, a kick-ass, take-no-prisoner’s alpha level that really got her going.

“Pinch your nipples.”

The words made her gasp as unquestioningly her hands found the taut peaks, firm, achy, and needful of attention. He knew her so well.

“Harder, Lanie. Twist and pull on them like I do.”

Her fingers clamped down on her own flesh. Being told what to do and following Ethan’s orders made her excitement more intense. Writhing with pleasure, she threw her head back, her body bowing as she moved atop him in a primal rhythm.

“That’s it. So damn hot.” One large hand on her ass urged her to move faster as the other found her clit, his thumb flicking and rubbing the bundle of nerves until she thought she’d combust. “Don’t let up on those nipples. Pinch them hard while you ride me harder. I want to feel those tight pussy muscles clamp down as you come all over me.”

Her cries filled the air. “Ethan! I’m coming. I can’t help it.”

“Do it. I’m right there with you.”

She did, screaming as he eclipsed the last climax he’d given her, and she convulsed around him. All she could do was hang on as she felt him lose control, thrusting up into her, driving deeper, arching his hips with such force that her knees lifted off the bed.

Sitting up, he pulled her against his chest and rolled her yet again. His skin slapped against hers, while his cock drove deep. With one final plunge, his release came hard. Her name, an ecstatic shout from his lips, quickly changed to a harsh groan as he spent inside her.

Beaded with sweat and winded, they clung to each other until their bodies recovered. Several minutes passed, with Ethan stirring first. Lifting his head, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Grinning, he propped himself on his forearms. “The hour is up. How do you feel?”

Drained of energy, her arms slipped from around his shoulders to fall limp and flaccid with a thump on the mattress.

He nuzzled his face against her neck. “That’s what I thought.” Lifting his head, his gaze burned into hers. “I’ve proven my hypothesis. From now on, I’m in charge, whether in the bedroom or elsewhere, when it comes to managing your stress, your much-needed relaxation, or your general health and well-being. Got it?”

“I’d salute you, sir, but I’m too exhausted. I think you’ve killed me.”

Lowering his head, his lips grazed her throat and jaw. “Death by spanking and multiple orgasms. Is there any better way to go?”

“No, sirree! Lord, how I love you, Ethan.”

“I love you, too, Lanie.”

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