33. It Means I Love You
It Means I Love You
Sam
Curled up in bed with Q, Sam was still horny, but she was starting to think that might be part of her punishment.
It didn’t feel like a mean punishment, and she was pretty sure she’d been forgiven—and she’d definitely forgiven him—but apparently, that didn’t stop Q from being a bit sadistic.
He was enjoying tormenting her, which was making Sam feel especially subby.
Even though they’d cleaned off afterward, she could still feel the liquid ring around her neck, like the phantom of the orgasm. That would make for a very odd musical.
Yeah, her brain was feeling a little floaty and distracted.
She never thought she’d enjoy titty fucking. She’d definitely never understood the appeal until now. It hadn’t been something that would get her off, but it had been fun. Watching Q’s face, watching his enjoyment had been incredibly arousing. And she’d always enjoyed having her breasts played with.
Was it going to be on her list of top favorite things to do? No. But she would totally do it again.
Q’s fingers ran up and down her arm. Her head rested against his chest, arm wrapped over his body and one leg across his so he couldn’t get up without moving her. Yeah. There was serious subliminal messaging going on.
Don’t leave me.
She wasn’t going to leave him, either. As soon as she got to her computer, she would do two things.
First, she was going to turn down the Ohio job and let them know that while she was flattered, she didn’t want to move and she hoped they’d consider her in the future for any Maryland openings.
Second, she was going to contact some of her old college friends and colleagues to see if they had any suggestions.
Especially from colleagues who had moved on from her current practice.
“I can feel you thinking,” Q murmured, making her giggle.
“You can feel me thinking?”
“Yup. I can feel all those little thoughts zinging around your head and pinging off the inside of your skull. Ping, ping, ping.” He tapped her head with each ‘ping,’ and Sam laughed, swatting his hand away.
“I was just thinking about who to reach out to for help with my job search,” she said, resting her hand back down on his chest, near her head.
“I don’t know why I felt like I had to do the whole thing alone.
It never occurred to me to see if people I used to work with and have moved on might have some valuable information. ”
“You always were pretty independent, even in school. That’s not going to change just because you’re older if you’re stuck in the habit.”
Stuck in the habit was exactly where she’d been. Stuck in the habit of trying to do everything herself and not asking for help, much less accepting it, because she didn’t want anyone to know she needed help. Which was silly because she loved to help people. Reciprocity was important.
If she could help others, she could let others help her.
“I do ask that next time, you talk to me about things, even if you don’t want to.
” Q paused for a moment. “Maybe especially if you don’t want to.
If you don’t want me to try to influence your decision or help you make it, I can respect that, but I want to at least be aware of what’s going on and what you’re thinking. ”
“That’s fair. Trust me, I don’t think I’ll keep you out of the loop again—and not because of the spanking.
I felt awful this whole week.” She wrapped her arm back around him, hugging him tightly, and he shifted to face her, his arms wrapping around her as well.
Next to her hip, she could feel his dick start to thicken, but he did nothing about it, just held her.
“I felt awful this whole week, too, but it was pointed out to me that couples fight. The important thing is we get through it, learn from it, and come out stronger the other side.”
“That’s nice,” Sam said a little wistfully, rubbing her nose against chest hair. “The advice I got was ‘if he’s still grumpy, let him put it in your butt.’”
Q’s entire body went still.
Sam went still.
“I mean… it’s not the worst advice I’ve ever heard…” His hand, which had been resting against her upper back, slid down to cup her ass, making her squirm and wiggle—which, of course, made his slowly hardening erection go what felt like fully erect.
Sam had to laugh.
“So, what, you want my tits and my ass all on the same day?” A few lines of her favorite song from A Chorus Line ran through her head as she said the words.
She was definitely going to have to play that for him later.
Hopefully, Q liked musicals. It had been a while since she’d sat down and watched one, because she’d gotten so hooked on the home improvement shows, but suddenly she wanted to. With him.
She found herself rolled onto her back, Q grinning down at her.
“Nothing wrong with that,” he said, the hand that wasn’t still curved around her ass coming up to fondle her breast. “I know you have the lube.”
Lowering his head, Q took her lips in a kiss as his hips thrust his cock against her.
Yup. Fully hard. He wanted her ass bad. Sam grabbed his shoulders as he moved, lifting his lower body so he could kneel between her legs, hiking both of her knees up so he could grope her ass while their tongues danced.
His cock rubbed against her inner thighs and pussy, which clenched emptily.
She wanted him. Wanted to give herself fully to him. Moaning against his lips, she tilted her hips up. Felt his fingers prying her cheeks apart, one tip brushing over her crinkled hole, and she made a small noise in the back of her throat as her nerve endings lit up with interest.
Pulling away from the kiss, Q grinned down at her.
“I want you on all fours, gorgeous girl. I want to see your pretty pink ass while I fuck it.”
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, as well as her core, and Sam shivered a little at his dirty words.
“Yes, Sir.”
Q was considerate enough to pile up some pillows beneath her hips, putting her ass in perfecting presenting position. She moaned as he massaged her cheeks, which were still sensitive from her earlier spanking, though she doubted they were still very pink. Maybe a slight blush.
A lubed finger probed her hole, then pushed in easily, making her moan and wriggle for him.
“That’s a good girl, squeeze my finger like it’s my cock. It’s going to feel so good when I fuck your ass.”
Panting, Sam obligingly squeezed her muscles, feeling the burn of friction increase as she clenched. Her head dropped to her forearms. There was something achingly intimate about anal play and sex—perhaps the trust it required since it could so easily be painful in a non-fun way.
A second finger slid in, Q murmuring words of encouragement and compliments for her sexy ass the whole time.
Sam quivered and moaned. His other was stroking her pussy and toying with her clit, arousing her even more as his fingers moved back and forth in her ass, mimicking what his cock would be doing soon.
Her body spasmed, and her pussy throbbed as the sensations built.
The fingers slid away, replaced by the thick head of his cock.
Sam took a deep breath, doing her best to relax as he pushed in.
He was thicker than his fingers, stretching her deliciously, and she moaned at the slight burn as he began to sink inside her.
About halfway in, he rocked back, then thrust forward again, opening her up for his pleasure.
The feeling of fullness spread as he moved, going a little deeper with each thrust, leaving her panting and clenching until his groin came to a rest against her cheeks as his fingers gripped her hips. Sam whimpered when he flexed inside her, her pussy pulsing in response. She felt so full.
So good.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good, Sam.” Q pulled out and thrust back in, hard enough to make her groan. It hurt and felt good at the same time as her body adjusted to the impalement.
Leaning forward, he slid his hands up her sides to her breasts, filling his palms with the hanging orbs.
Sam moaned again as he rode her, slowly at first, using her breast to help leverage him forward.
Every drag of his cock back and forth in her body was achingly sharp, and she throbbed around him.
He pinched and twisted her nipples, and she clenched around him as pain and pleasure began to meld together, her pussy quivering in time with his thrusts.
As the sensations began to morph into ecstasy, Q moved harder, faster inside her, taking her just as roughly as he would her pussy, and she loved every moment of it.
Each thrust slapped his body against her already sensitized cheeks, reigniting the sting of her spanking.
She’d be feeling him inside and out tomorrow.
“Oh, fuck… Q… fuck!”
One hand still firmly massaged her breast, tugging on her nipple, while the other moved to delve between her thighs.
Her pussy was soaked when his fingers dipped between her nether lips and rubbed over her swollen clit.
Sheer pleasure zipped through her, tightening her muscles, and rousing her passion to a fever pitch.
Q
Sam cried out, her muscles clenching hard around his cock when she began to cum, her hips bucking as she rubbed her clit against his fingers. He could feel her climax, her body rippling beneath his, her tight sheath massaging his cock, sucking him in deeper.
Thrusting hard, he let go of his control, allowing the need take him over and pounding into her as she cried out in ecstasy until his own peak swelled.
Hot bliss flowed through him as he buried himself inside her, pulsing and throbbing against her clenching muscles as they milked him, pulling every last wave of pleasure from him.
Panting for breath, he draped himself over her, still fully embedded inside her.
His fingers moved in slow, lazy circles on her clit, making her twitch beneath him.
With his ear pressed to her back, he could hear her panting, then her breathing slowly coming back to her now that their passion was spent.
Fuck.
That was just as good as he’d imagined it would be.
Hell, it was better.
“I love you.”
Yeah, he hadn’t meant to be that guy and actually say the words out loud.
Sam moved beneath him, so Q rolled onto his side, keeping his arms wrapped around her and pulling her with him, his cock still inside her. She tried to wriggle, trying to twist her neck so she could look at him, but he buried his face against her upper back.
Maybe she hadn’t heard him.
Or maybe she thought she hadn’t heard him correctly, and he could play it off.
He did mean to tell her… just not yet and definitely not like this.
“I guess butt stuff really does mean ‘I love you,’” Sam mused.
Q started laughing.
Okay, so she’d heard him, but she didn’t sound upset, so that was good. He still kept his forehead pressed against her back while he made his confession. Somehow it was easier than if he was looking at her.
“I know it’s early in our relationship, and some people might say it’s too early, but I do love you. And not just because of the butt stuff.” He paused. “Though that doesn’t hurt.”
She burst out laughing and squirmed away, so she could turn around and face him. His cock fell free, and he sighed with the loss, but when she put her hands on either side of his face and tilted his head back so their gazes could meet, he found he didn’t really mind at all.
“I love you, too,” she said, before taking his lips in a kiss.