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"I think you like the idea of a spanking more than you let on," she said as she urged my legs apart. My hip pressed against her pelvis with my ass in the air and pussy exposed in the most immodest way ever. I hugged the pillow to my chest and moaned softly when I felt myself dripping down against her.

"This-this is different," I told her.

"I know, but your pussy loves it so much," she said, then began stroking me from behind. She paused suddenly, her hand falling to the small of my back. "Snowman for a moment." She used our safe word and I looked over my shoulder at her. "What are your limits on rear play? I never asked."

"I didn't think of that. Touching and stuff are okay, but not like, penetration." I scrunched up my nose and she chuckled.

"Good. Right there with you on the latter." She rubbed my back and I couldn't help the smile that plastered itself on my face. Her query regarding my consent made me feel so empowered and uplifted, sending my trust in her into an upward spiral. "Snowman lifted."

I nodded and dropped my head back on the pillow as she returned to stroking my pussy. I didn't lose a beat in my arousal as she nearly massaged me into yet another climax. I cried out, my hips rolling a few times as she seemed to pinch my clit gently. A warm, hot gush left me, and Sam moaned along with me. I felt her legs quake under me, and my belly flip-flopped knowing she'd come with me.

"So perfect," she crooned, palming my pussy before giving my ass a small slap.

The sound, the sensation, and the wetness under me forced a cry from my mouth. My whole body tensed as the single slap aroused me as if she'd wrapped her lips around my clit. She repeated the gesture, still gently, but my whole body tightened in response. My toes curled, nipples hardened, and I wanted nothing more than for her to continue. It scared me, how badly I wanted her to do this to me.

"Sam," I moaned out her name while tearing at the pillow.

"Like that?"

"Yes." I nodded, almost whimpering as she held me in some sort of orgasm limbo. I wanted to come so much, but I needed her to spank me again. "Please."

A soft chuckle escaped her, and she leaned down to kiss my ass. "Oh my, Rosie. You're begging for a spanking. I knew you were my sweet little kinky baby."

"Samirah." I could hardly take the limbo and when she thwapped me again, I cried out louder than before.

"Fuck," she groaned, and laid into me with a few firmer, but still gentle swats at the same time that she rubbed my clit.

I shouted, clawing at the bed and burying my face in the linens as she spanked me harder a few times until I came so hard that I screamed. My entire body erupted into an orgasm so lust-filled, and so deep that I couldn't contain the abandon at which I bucked my hips. Sam held me in it and spanked me through it until a second rush of nectar exploded along with the intense round of climaxes she induced.

"Oh my God." I screeched and collapsed across her lap after she let me down from my deep, luscious come. I gasped for breath and she began rubbing and stroking my rear with soft, sensual caresses. This carried downward over my pussy, and she kissed me all over. Her lips grazed nearly every part of my sensitive rear, until I finally relaxed and allowed myself to slip under her spell.

I closed my eyes as a wave of thick, rich afterglow wrapped around me, capturing me in a euphoric embrace. My body floated on a cloud of softness, peaked with rounded strokes of pleasure. Only Sam existed with me here, in the sweet place between sleep and awake, arousal and release.

Strong arms lifted me from my position, and Sam guided me to straddle her lap. I melted into her, burying my face against the nape of her neck while she wrapped her arms around me. Every bit of me trembled with heightened sensations as she kissed my shoulder and pet my hair. She wrapped me in a blanket and kissed along my ear.

"I have you, baby," she whispered, her grip on me secure as she continued to rub my back and dote on me.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to her caretaking. Her lips brushed over my skin anywhere she could reach while I held onto her. A soft sigh escaped her, and her body relaxed under me.

I must've dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, the lights from the harbor streamed into the room lit only by the dim bulb of the bedside lamp. Samirah lay beside me in bed on her back while my head rested on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through my hair, a faraway expression cooling her features as she gazed at the blankness of the ceiling. Against her, my body radiated warmth under the blankets. Just watching her there beside me, my heart swelled, sending tingles down my body. Tears pressed my eyes and I choked on the emotions that her presence caused. Never in my life had I felt so safe and so cared for. The experience overwhelmed me, and I placed my palm against the center of her chest.

"Hi, my sweet," she whispered against my forehead.

"Hi," I croaked, and she slipped her index finger under my chin so I'd meet her gaze.

She brushed the tears from my cheeks, a soft smile playing on her sweet lips. "You're okay. I have you." I nodded, but it only made me cry more. "Come here, baby. Sit up with me."

I listened to her as we shifted around, and when we leaned against the headboard and pillows, I curled up against her with my knees tucked against her side. She kept her arm around me then reached over to the nightstand to lift a bottle of water. "Sip, please."

"Okay." I sniffled and accepted the water.

"Do you like chocolate, baby?" She brushed my hair from my face and I nodded. "Good. Let's have this together," she said1 and pulled a box of chocolates off the table as well. "What's your favorite?"

"Yum." My eyes widened when she opened the box of fancy chocolates. "With the cream inside."

"Strawberry or vanilla?" Sam grinned as she plucked up both.

"Mmm. Strawberry to start." I accepted her offering when she held the candy to my lips and indulged in the confection. Her smile broadened and she winked at me before allowing me to take the rest for myself. The erotic gesture made my insides swirl with delight. She chose one with nougat for herself, and I watched as her lips curled around her gooey bite.