At first, it was your average make out- hands everywhere, heated skin, the occasional giggle when a kiss missed its target. But then in the cacophony of limbs, she ended up on top ( and topless) with a confident grip around his wrists.
She leaned forward and granted the briefest of kisses. His breath stuttered and he strained upwards.
She pulled her head back just out of reach, and looked him directly in the eyes
“Is this OK?” she asked softly. He nodded and then shyly turned his head.
She kept one hand on his wrists and brought the other to his face. Grasping his chin, she made him look back up at her. Her firm grip on his face made his breath shudder.
“Use your words” she said, in the same gentle tone as before.
“Yes” he whispered, feeling his face heat, the pressure of her hands on his wrists and chin making his body shudder as well.
She smiled at him, and granted another brief kiss, followed by a more forceful one, her tongue invading his mouth.
This time when she pulled back he moaned, surprising himself. He instictly moved upwards, managing to pull his arms up slightly.
“Stay down” both hands returning to his wrists, tightening their grip.
He bit his lip, and this time, was able to keep eye contact.
“I’m sorry” he said. As the words left his lips, he felt his hip rock in response.
“Try harder” she instructed, in a voice a little less gentle then before. His hips rocked again.
Then the return of the oh so soft kisses, the briefest contact. One hand left his wrist, and he watched as she brought a hand to her breast.
He tried to heed her instructions, but was undone by the sound she made deep in her throat.
Her response was swift, adjusting her weight so that the one hand holding him down pressed his arms down firmly into the mattress.
The other hand slapped across his right cheek, as unexpected to him as the groan of pleasure he made in reponse.
He hesitates. Another slap, though not as hard. This time, he lets out a whimper, and his hips rise high off the bed.
“Yes” he says loudly, searching her face as he hesitantly continues. “And I deserve another"
His hips are desperately grinding upwards now, as he see the response he was hoping for in her face- pleasure, and approval, as she explains just how many slaps await.
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