“Mm, this is delicious, worth the wait.”

“Thanks.”

We finished eating and I dropped the dirty dishes in the dishwashing machine and then sat back down.

“Want a tea?”

He stared into my eyes, saying, “Not at the moment. What I would like is you.”

Shit, I think I might self-combust.I swallowed.

He leaned in and brushed my lips with his.Oh bliss, I groaned in my mind. His tongue forced its way past my teeth and we did this little tongue wrestling thing. His arm pulled me closer, and I kind of shuffled along the seat. His other hand found its way to my throat. He caressed my skin and slowly moved his hand downward. He undid a button, then another and another until my shirt was pushed aside. His hand found my breast and began massaging it through the lacy fabric of my bra. My nipple zoomed outward, growing harder by the millisecond, knowing at last it had found one of its favorite places—in John’s hand.

Apparently not satisfied with feeling me up through the fabric, he lifted the bottom of my brassiere and my breast fell into his waiting hand. Now my nipple had all it desired. His fingers were squeezing, pulling, tweaking at it, and I loved it. My pussy reacted as if there were a hotline between it and what was happening to my mouth and my nipple.

His mouth was doing all sorts of things. He’d suck on my bottom lip, drawing it out, and then he’d press his lips tight against mine. His tongue would lick my lips when he pulled his mouth back, and then it would dive between my teeth. I was lost. John finally broke off the kiss to regard me intently.

“I want to make love to you. I want to see you naked before me, I’ve missed you so much. I want you to strip now as I tell you and then stand in front of me.”

Oh bloody hell, how quickly can I take my clothes off?

He told me to take off my shirt. I stood and nervously shucked off my open shirt. He’d seen me naked before, but this was different. I knew this time we’d finally consummate our desires.

As each piece of clothing was removed, he’d ask me to take off another. One by one, as directed, they hit the floor. With each piece, my arousal soared higher. I reached behind and undid my bra, letting it fall down to the ground. Jeans were next. When he ordered me, I unzipped and wriggled out of them. Now all that was left was my lacy panties.

“Panties.”

Big breath, and they hit the floor.

“Come here.”

I stepped closer and John put his arms on either side of me, cupping my ass. He pulled me nearer to his face, my naked pussy next to his mouth. He planted a kiss on it.

“This is new. I like it, keep it like this for me.”

I could only nod. All the pain of that laser treatment was worth the look on his face.

“Remember I told you I’m very bossy in the bedroom?”

I nodded and he squeezed the cheeks of my bottom hard.

“And I asked you if I could smack this delicious ass?”

Another nod.

“You told me I could.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my breath ragged.

“You also told me no man had ever smacked you, but you wanted to try. Now is the time. I intend to put you over my knee and hit this lovely bottom until its glowing bright red and then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh.”

I may have been whimpering at that point as my voice kind of croaked when I uttered that one “oh”. Before I knew what was happening, I was across his knees. He planted a kiss on one cheek then the other.

“Anabelle.”

I didn’t speak.