We’re cooking dinner together when I notice you bent over the kitchen counter, subtly wiggling your ass in my direction.
“What exactly are you doing, baby?” I ask leaning back against the opposite counter, crossing my arms. My eyes lingering on the soft roundness of your ass in those little shorts.
“Nothing,” you say innocently over your shoulder.
“Uh huh,” I nod, amused. “Because it looks like someone is begging to be spanked.”
“No, mommy.” You say sweetly, our eyes meeting over your shoulder. Your smile is cheeky and mine is fond. I raise an eyebrow at you when wiggle your ass side to side again.
“You’re sure about that?” I ask, stepping closer, pressing my hips into your ass, leaning in to cover your back completely. “You’re not wiggling this pretty ass around to tease me darling?” Your breath hitches when I thrust forward, pressing you hard into the edge of the counter. I have to bite back my own gasp at the friction of your ass against me.
I curl an arm around you, fingers trailing up your chest slowly until they reach your throat. Wrapping around it until I can feel your pulse thundering against my fingers. I press my thumb and forefinger in, applying a gentle pressure and guiding your head back against my shoulder.
“I bet you’re all wet for me already, aren’t you?” I whisper against your cheek. “Let’s find out just how wet my needy little girl is.”
One hand stays wrapped around your throat and the other slips down your stomach, teasingly slow as you tremble against me. My fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. It’s obscene how quickly my fingers get coated in your wetness.
“Needy girl.” I chuckle into your shoulder, fingers toying with your swollen clit.
