Chapter 3: The Honeymoon

I wake before Clara the next afternoon and order room service for breakfast, making sure there is plenty for Clara and our future that grows within her. I climb back beside her, my hand resting on her belly, protecting our baby girl. I know that seems silly to many people but, for those of you who are new fathers, you understand that the little girl growing within is the only person in the world that rivals her mother in importance to you. I wait for our food, hoping to fell Hannah kick my hand for the first time. Room service arrives and everything that matters in the world to me remains asleep on the bed. I throw on a robe and answer the door. The room service delivery boy brings the food in and smiles when he sees Clara asleep on the bed, the sheets barely covering her nipples. I smile as a thought crosses my mind. I thank him for the delivery and he leaves. Pushing the food cart over by the bed, I climb back beside my bride and begin gently kissing her. “Good afternoon, my love. Breakfast is served,” I say as her eyes open slowly.

Clara wakes slowly to the smell of breakfast and feel of my gentle kisses. “Good afternoon, baby,” she groans as I wake her up. She yawns and stretches before sitting up in bed.

I bend down and whisper, “And good afternoon to my Princess Hannah,” and kiss her belly gently. Clara giggles as I kiss her belly and I ask, “Is she kicking now?”

She puts her hands over her belly and smiles, “Yes, she is ... feels like little butterfly kisses.”

“I can’t wait until I can feel her kick,” I say, excitement mixed with a hint of jealousy in my voice.

Clara smiles warmly at me, “Me too ... It’s amazing and I want you to experience it.”

“I got you breakfast for two,” I say with a smile.

She giggles as she begins eating, “Thank you, baby. You take such good care of us.” I sit and just watch Clara as she eats a gentle smile on my face. She smiles and asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m just looking at you. You are positively glowing. I don’t know if its the pregnancy or last night but, you are more beautiful than ever,” I tell you, my whole face showing how lucky I feel to have her as my wife and the mother of our child.

Clara blushes, “Aww, thank you baby.”

“How is your breakfast?” I ask.

She takes a bite of toast, “Delicious, thank you.”

“I’m glad. I thought I would surprise you. We had quite a workout last night,” I say.

She giggles, “Yeah ... quite a workout.”

“But, oh, so incredible,” I say fondly.

Clara finishes her breakfast and says, “Yes ... oh yes it was.” I sit replaying last night in my mind, a smile on my face and tears welling in my eyes. She notices the tears and her expression turns to worry, “Baby? Are you okay?”

I smile warmly, “Yeah, I.m sorry. I’m just remembering last night and how perfect you were.”

She hugs me, saying, “I’m glad I could make your happy.”

Smiling from ear to ear, I respond, “I’ve never been happier and its all because of you.”

Clara smiles and kisses me gently, “I love you, baby.”

I return the kiss and say, “I love you, too.”

We sit back on the bed and Clara takes my hand, “So ... anything you would like to do today?”

A devilish smile crosses my face, “I could think of a few things.”

Clara raises an eyebrow, “Oh really? What did you have in mind?”

I lean over and kiss your neck just below her hairline, “Is this a clue?”

She moans softly as my lips touch her neck, “Mmmm, maybe...”

“How about this?” I ask and kiss her lips passionately. Clara moans as she returns my kiss. My eyes lock with hers as my hands run up her sides, grabbing her breasts with a whole new level of desire.

She gasps as she feels the desire in my actions, “Oh fuck.”

“Now, you have the idea,” I say, the lust in my eyes piercing her soul.

She moans softly as she grinds against me, “Oh God, baby.”

“You’re still not getting it,” I say a I roughly kiss down Clara’s neck to her breasts where I grope one breast while sucking hard on the opposite nipple.

Clara moans softly as I continue my assault on her breasts while grinding my formidable erection into her thigh, “Oh God...”

I kiss my way down your body while reaching up with both hands to continue groping your breasts roughly. “Hannah, you need to let mommy enjoy this. Go to sleep,” I whisper as I pass her belly. I kiss my way over her pubic bone and all around, but never touching her inflamed labia. Clara pants softly as I move down, kissing the top of her thigh. When I reach her knee, I move to her inner thigh and slowly and seductively lick my way northward toward the promised land.

Clara gasps as my tongue moves north and her temperature rises, “Oh fuck, baby.”

“What do you want, my love?” I ask with a fire in my eyes and voice that burns into your very soul.

She moans softly, “I want you ... please.”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” i ask.

Clara nods as she pants, “Yes.”

“Just a little longer then,” i tell her and slowly lick up her other thigh.

Her eyes are ablaze with wanton lust as she moans loudly, “Oh fuck, baby.” I lightly lick up the you very swollen lips. “Please, baby,” she begs.

“Please, what?” I ask coyly before turning my attention back to what lies before me and lightly licking her inflamed clit.

Clara moans softly and begs, “Please, fuck me.”

I slowly kiss my way up her body, making her squirm with pleasure and anticipation, her body craving release. When I get to her lips and begin kissing her, my fleshy provider of pleasure touches her outer gates. “Is this what you want?” I ask teasingly.

She nods, clearly in dire need of release, “Oh fuck, yes.”

“How do you ask?” I ask.

Clara whispers softly, begging me, “Please, Rich. Please, fuck me.” I smile and slowly thrust all seven hard inches into her burning receptacle causing her to cry out in ecstasy, “Oh fuck.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask

Clara nods, her eyes showing her need of release, “Yes.”

I begin slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of Clara’s hot box, expecting her to be transported to her own private paradise at any second. Sure enough, she arches her back and screams as her body shakes and her inner walls close around my fleshy power tool. I begin thrusting harder and faster, determined to extend her stay in nirvana. If you have never had the pleasure of being with a woman that can chain orgasm, you are missing out on one of the finer things in life. As I continue my hard fucking of the beautiful woman now beneath me, she continues screaming and shaking, he vaginal walls imitating the best commercial milking machine. Clara spreads her legs as far apart as she can, inviting me even deeper into her most intimate of locations. Her head is just flopping about like a woman possessed as I drive her to a new plane of being just before emptying my waiting stock of procreative gel deep into her more than eager receptacle. As the intense pleasure peaks, My eyes roll back and I go limp, collapsing on top of you. Breathing hard, I lay, unconscious on top of Clara as my shrinking member falls out of her well-fucked pussy. Clara notices my condition and begins shaking me, “Baby? Are you okay?” Still motionless, my arm flops off her as she shakes me. “Rich ... Baby ... say something,” she says, clearly worried now.

Starting to come to, I slur out groggily, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Oh good. You’re okay. Don’t be sorry. I was just worried about you,” Clara says.

“I passed out on you. I hope I didn’t hurt you or ... Hannah. Oh God, Hannah,” I say as I scramble to get my weight off of her for fear of hurting Hannah.

Clara smiles and says, “Don’t worry about that. We’re fine.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m very sure,” she says and kisses me gently.

“I could never live with myself if I hurt either of you,” I tell her.

Clara giggles, “She’s completely safe in there. It’s almost like I’m built to protect her. Seriously, don’t worry. It would take a lot more to hurt her than you passing out on me.”

I roll beside Clara and pull her tight, putting my hand on her belly and lightly rubbing it. I kiss her gently. “That was so incredible. I just hit pleasure overload and passed out from it,” I tell you as I continue rubbing your belly, hoping to feel a kick for the first time. “I just wanted you so bad,” I continue.

She giggles softly, “I could tell and I wanted you, too.”

“Yeah, I could tell. You were begging me to fuck you,” I say.

She giggles again, “Oh, you’re so good at it.”

“So are you. I can’t imagine a better lover,” I tell her.

Clara blushes and giggles, “I’m just glad I could make you feel good.”

“It was fun teasing you and making you scream,” I say.

She giggles softly, “Oh, yeah.”

“I thought you were going to go crazy when I held off fucking you and wouldn’t let you cum,” I tell you.

She giggles again, “Oh I was. You had me so hot that all I could think about was you fucking me to orgasm. When you finally did, I couldn’t stop. They came one on top of another. I’ve never felt anything like that. I don’t know how I stayed conscious other than by sheer willpower to keep experiencing that incredible feeling you gave me.”

“You’re going to get even with me, aren’t you?” I ask.

Clara smiles mischievously, “Mmmm, maybe.”

“What’s going on in that evil head of yours?” I ask.

“Oh, you’ll see,” she says coyly.

“Is your evil twin coming out to play?” I ask.

She giggles softly, “Oh, she’s always around.”

“Are we talking 50 Shades of Clara?” I ask with a little excitement.

She giggles sexily, “Oh, maybe.” I shiver with anticipation as she continues, “Oh, you’re going to love it.”

“So when can I expect this?” I ask.

“Oh, very soon,” she says with a devilish grin. I hand her the toy case and kiss her passionately.

“You have me so turned on right now,” I say as I grind my fleshy spear into her thigh and continue, “You know what I want, don’t you?”

Clara giggles, knowing she is in complete control responds, “Yes, I do.”

“Are you going to give it to me?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she responds.

“What do I need to do?” I ask, a hint of need forming in my voice.

“Be patient,” she responds, knowing I’m hers to use as she wishes.

“Do you have any idea how HARD it is right now?” I ask, clearly emphasizing ‘hard’.

She glances between my legs and tests the equipment for herself before smiling wickedly, “Yes, it is hard isn’t it?”

“Please, baby,” I beg.

She smiles a wicked smile and strokes up and down my shaft once and says nothing.

“Oh God. You’re not Clara. You must be the evil twin,”I say to her.

She giggles, “Maybe.”

There comes a point in every woman’s life that she knows there is nothing her partner can do to reclaim control of a sexual encounter. This is one of those situations and I’m hopelessly at her mercy. I resort to being completely submissive and bite my lip, “Oh God, please.”

Clara giggles softly, “Okay, but don’t bite your lip.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I respond, resigned to her complete control.

She giggles softly, “Good boy.”

“Mmmm,” I moan at being called a good boy, “What should I do now?”

“You can eat me out,” she ways and lays back, spreading her legs with her knees bent. I crawl between her legs and begin feasting on her hot, wet private garden. Licking up her labia, I reach her clit and begin licking it quickly. Clara moans as I continue my assault on her little love button. “Oh, that’s so good,” she says as her breathing speeds up.

“Anything for you, Mistress,” I say as I continue feasting on you sensitive little button.

“Oh, yes,” she moans loudly.

“Would Mistress like to be finger fucked?” I ask.

“Oh God ... yes,” she responds, her head shaking from side to side as I continue my tongue lashing of her sensitive little button.

“How many fingers?” I ask.

“All of them ... oh God ... fist me. Im so hot,” she cries out in need of release. I make a tight fist and work it into her opening. She screams as it stretches her to her limit as I thrust it in to her tight little pussy. I start fucking her with my fist, gently. “Harder,” she cries and I begin fisting her at a good pace, up to my wrist. I feel her contract around my fist as she screams in ecstasy and I continue fisting her hard and fast. She screams, “Oh Fuck! Don’t stop! That’s perfect.” I fist her right to the very edge of sanity. Her body convulses uncontrollably as I continue fisting her, slowing now as she is barely conscious. She holds her hand up, unable to speak, and I slow to a stop before removing my fist with a pop. Her hands go reflexively to cover her sensitive pussy.

“Is Mistress satisfied now?” I ask

“Oh yes. Good boy,” she says, still panting.

“Will Mistress fuck me now?” I ask, hopefully.

“Yes,” she pants out

“Will Mistress ride me, cowgirl?” I ask.

“Oh, yes,” she growls and pushes me onto my back. She quickly straddles me and impales herself fully on a seven inch fleshy invader that is as hard as steel. A woman’s body is a true engineering marvel. Even though my fist has just stretched her inner sanctum to its limits, Clara is as tight as ever around my stiff rod. “Oh fuck,” she moans as she feels me deep inside her secret pleasure palace and control transfers back to me.

“Oh God. That feels so good. Make me cum deep inside you,” I tell her.

Clara begins bouncing hard on my cock, driving me even deeper into her tight hole, her breasts bouncing sexily in front of my face. Her inner walls close in tighter in the unmistakeable buildup to her climax. I reach the point of no return about the same time and drive as far up the vaginal highway as possible just as she, orgasm overtaking her entire body, “Oh Rich! Oh my God!”

At that point, millions of my soldiers are sent deep into her eager depths. “Oh Fuck, Clara!” I scream as my body quivers from head to toe.

“Oh, Rich,” Clara moans softly as she feels my hot cum paint her vaginal walls.

As we come back to planet Earth after our trip to a higher plane, I kiss her lovingly and tell her, “That was amazing, baby. I don’t know how you can even think straight after that. My brain is scrambled and I wasn’t in a ten plus minute constant orgasm.”

She smiles, “I guess it was just too good to let it end.”

“What else do you want to do today?” I ask.

“How about we go to the beach?” Clara suggests.

“Hmmm. Let me think, you, in your green bikini, on the beach. I’m sure there is something bad about this plan but, I can’t find it. Let’s do it,” I say playfully. I change into my swim shorts while she puts her bikini on and we walk hand in hand to the beach where we made love at sunrise, about nine hours ago. As we arrive at the location, I pause and point out the body prints in the sand.

“How cute,” Clara says upon seeing the images.

“Look closer,” I tell her.

“It looks like body prints in the sand,” she says.

“Our body prints,” I say.

Clara blushes, “Oh...”

I kiss her passionately as we stand at our body prints, “Repeat performance?”

She giggles, “Well ... you know me, I’m always up for a repeat performance.”

“Right here? Right now?” I ask.

Looking around and seeing people in the distance but not nearby, she says, “Of course. Im always up for more sex in public.” I pull her down to the sand and as we embrace, facing each other, we kiss with a new level of passion. Making quick work of her top, I begin pinching her nipples, causing light moans from Clara. Her nipples fully erect and her hips grinding into me, I know she is already primed and in full heat. As she unties my swimsuit and works it over my hips, I easily untie her two simple bows and remove the rest of her tiny green bikini. I pull her leg over my legs and move the tip of my steel core fleshy tool to the gates of paradise, awash with very hot lubricant. I slowly push completely into your tight receptacle and begin slowly making love with her you in full view of anyone that cares to watch. As we continue, making love for the next five minutes, the world falls away and only the two of us matter. I grab her ass and pull her closer, driving me deeper into her overheated furnace. My eyes lock on hers, seeing her excitement and desire. Clara’s eyes shift from desire to urgency and I thrust faster, pulling her harder into me. Our pubic bones mash her inflamed nubbin between them, driving her expression to one of only urgency, matching my own. I thrust as hard into her as I can, reaching her cervical gateway and feel her clamp down on my DNA insertion tool just as it expands and transfers everything I have to offer. As I hold us tight, Clara’s vaginal clamps milk every drop from my pulsing injector. As I catch my breath, I whisper, “I love you.” My power tool prepares for travel and slips out of its preferred location and hits your leg.

Clara giggles as her favorite toy hits her leg, “I love you, too.”

“We should get dressed before someone sees us,” I suggest.

“Yeah,” she giggles as I pull up my swimsuit and help her back into hers. I help her up from the sand and put my arm around her as we walk through the wet sand by the water.

“We need to remember that position for when our kids get a little older. We are much quieter that way,” I say.

“Mhmm,” she says with a smile.

“Plus, I feel so connected to you in that position,” I say.

“Oh...” she replies sexily.

I smile, “Not like that. I mean emotionally. It is so intimate.”

Clara giggles, “I know. You’re so cute.”

“And you are such a little vixen,” I say.

“Mmmm,” she responds enticingly.

“Stop that,” I say coyly, “You’re going to get me turned on again.”

“Oh noooo,” she replies seductively.

“You are such a naughty girl,” I say seductively, “And you know what happens to naughty girls?”

She giggles sexily, “What?”

“They get spanked,” I say.

She giggles again, “Oh my God.”

“You’re being naughty again,” I say.

She giggles, blushing this time, “Um, okay”

“Do I need to spank my naughty girl?” I ask, coyly.

Clara giggles, “Um, maybe.” I spank her ass firmly, but not hard, leaving my hand grabbing her bikini clad ass as we all on the beach. Shocked by the spanking, she giggles, “Oh my God!”

“Are you going to continue us being naughty?” I ask.

She giggles again, “I don’t know ... maybe you should spank me again.”

“I guess you are being naughty,” I say as I firmly spank her bikini clad ass, a little harder this time.

Clara giggles, clearly getting aroused, “Oh my God.”

“You are being a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I ask.

She giggles, “Maybe.” I grab her ass and squeeze. “Mmmm,” she moans.

“You enjoy that, don’t you?” I ask her.

“Mhmm,” she moans.

“What are you thinking now?” I ask.

She bites her lip seductively, “Maybe you should spank me again.”

“Maybe I should. You are such a naughty girl,” I say as I spank her harder this time and reach under her and run a finger from her front entrance all the way up to her rear entrance.

Clara gasps, “Oh God...”

I look at her and say, “You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” she moans, clearly in a very aroused state. I sneak my hand around front and slap her bikini clad lower lips, running my finger from bottom to top of her fiery slit. “Mmmm,” she moans loudly.

“You like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Oh yes. I’m such a naughty girl. Maybe you should spank me again,” she says with a lusty tone.

“Maybe, I should send you to your room for punishment,” I say.

She giggles, “Maybe that’s a good idea.”

“Go to your room, you naughty girl. I’m going to punish you properly,” I say, playfully.

“Oh ... okay,” she says, biting her lip sexily in anticipation. I grab her wrist and drag her back to the room. “Noooo,” she cries in a token of mock resistance.

“Why do you think you are being punished?” I ask as I drag her to our porch.

She answers meekly, “Because Im a naughty girl.” We get to the room and go over to the bed. Clara moans her approval.

“What do you think is going to happen now?” I ask.

Clara looks at the bed, then back at me, “You’re going to fuck me like the naughty girl I am?”

I shake my head, “No. You are going to be punished.” I sit on a chair beside the bead and pull her to me, laying her face down across my lap, ass in the air. I roughly pull her bikini down, leaving her ass completely at my mercy.

Clara gasps, “Oh my God.”

“You are so naughty,” I say as my hand rains down hard on her exposed ass.

She cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, “Oww ... my God.”

“Are you a naughty slut?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she says defiantly. Another slap crashes into her tender ass. She gasps, “Oh God.”

“Are you a naughty little slut?” I ask in a firm, but playful tone.

“Maybe,” she says waiting for another good spanking. My hand crashes down on her ass three more times as she begins grinding into my knee with each slap. “Oh God!” She cries in pure anguished ecstasy.

“You are a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” I ask. Let it never be said that Clara isn’t enjoying this.

She turns her head to me as she raises her ass higher for a perfect hit. “Maybe,” she says with lust burning in her eyes. I open the toy case and run the suede tails of the cat-o-nine-tails over her ass before whipping her ass hard.

“Oh Fuck!” She cries as the whip hits her already sensitive lower cheeks.

“You’re such a naughty slut,” I say as the whip crashes down leaving deep crimson marks.

“Oh God!” She cries in ecstasy as tears run down her cheeks.

“What are you, Clara?” I ask.

“I’m a naughty slut,” she responds, clearly needing a break from the whip.

“And what happens to naughty sluts?” I ask, playfully.

“They get punished,” she says in anticipation of another slap. Instead, I grab the silk ropes and lay her on the bed. Tying her spread eagle to the four bedposts.

She gasps as she feels herself restrained and totally vulnerable, “Oh my God.” I reach in the case and pull out the tickle feather and begin teasing her fully erect nipples. “Oh God...” she laughs. I continue mercilessly tickling just her nipples. “Stop,” she giggles.

“Naughty sluts don’t get to say ‘stop’,” i tell her.

“Please,” she laughs as I continue tickling her sensitive nipples. “Please stop,” she laughs.

“Why should I do that?” I ask.

“Because it tickles too much,” she laughs. I drag the the feather across her breasts one final time before dragging it down her belly and up and down her lower lips, paying special attention to the little soldier overlooking her sopping wet chasm.

“Oh my God!” she cries as the feather continues tickling her sensitive clit.

“Whose naughty slut are you?” I ask.

“I’m your naughty slut,” she says as she grabs handfuls of the bedsheets.

“What aren’t naughty sluts allowed to do?” I ask as the feather continues its torture.

“They aren’t allowed to say ‘stop’,” she says as she struggles against her restraints.

“What else?” I ask as I continue tickling her closer and closer to release.

“They’re no allowed to cum,” she says, realizing that she is in for real torture.

“Correct,” I say as I reach into the case and pull out the vibrator and turn it on. Clara’s eyes go wide in horror of what comes next. “You know what is coming now, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes,” Clara says meekly, resigned to her torturous situation. I begin running the vibrator in circles around her nipples. “Oh my God,” she moans in pure ecstasy.

“Are you my naughty slut?” I ask as I continue teasing you nipples with the vibrator.

“Yes,” she pants as I see her becoming completely awash in her nether region.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“I want to cum,” she replies, an urgency in her eyes that I have never seen before.

“Not allowed,” I say as I continue teasing her nipples.

“But, I want to. Please,” she begs.

“What are you going to do if I let you cum?” I ask as I continue teasing your nipples mercilessly.

“I’m going to cum,” she says, clearly on the edge of sanity.

“Not good enough,” I respond as the nipple torture continues.

“I’m going to cum,” she replies again.

“Sorry, wrong answer,” I say as I move the vibrator to her clitoral hood.

“Oh my God!” Clara cries as the vibrations travel through her point of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, you naughty slut?” I ask as I carefully make sure I don’t push her to orgasm.

“Yes,” she growls, wriggling her hips as she struggles against the restraints.

“What do I get if I let you cum?” I ask as I move the vibrator back to her nipples.

“I’m going to cum,” she says.

I pull my swimsuit off and show her for fully formed erection and ask, “What should I do with this?”

“I don’t know,” she says as I turn off the vibrator, ensuring I don’t push her over the edge.

“I guess you should think of something I would like if you want me to let you cum,” I say.

“I want to cum,” she begs.

“I know,” I say with a devilish smile.

“I want to cum so badly,” she cries. I turn the vibrator on full speed but don’t touch her with it. “Oh God!” she cries in anticipation.

“Beg,” I say.

“Please let me cum,” she begs.

“Are you going to fuck me if I let you cum?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans.

“And you’re going to keep riding me, while you keep cumming, until I’m done?” I ask.

“Oh God ... yes,” she cries softly.

“Then, cum now, my naughty slut,” I say as I press three vibrator back against her clitoral hood. In less than a few seconds, I’m graced with a sight that I’ve only ever heard about. Clara screams as her orgasm tears from her very core, outward through her entire body and squirts all over. I keep the vibrator on her as I begin to untie her arms and legs. She continue moaning as her trip to her own private paradise continues. Clara comes back to reality as I finish her last restraint. Sensing she is still right on the edge of another trip to paradise, I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me. She quickly finds my willing and more than able spear and Impales herself to the hilt, screaming in ecstasy as just the full insertion of my internal probe turns her internal milking machine back on at full power. She rocks her hips as she bounces hard on my defenseless ramrod. Fully given over to carnal lust, she rides me like a jockey on the homestretch of the Kentucky Derby. I grab her ass to thrust my DNA insertion tool deeper up her vaginal highway until I can hold out no longer and drive right up to the currently closed gates of her innermost region and deliver my entire army of procreative enthusiasts right where she wants them. As the first delivery completes, Clara arches her back and screams’ “Rich! Oh Fuck! Yes...!” With that, she collapses onto my chest as I finish delivering the support troops.

As we lay together, I hold Clara protectively, waiting for her to regain consciousness. About a minute or two later, she wakes and kisses me gently. “Oh my God! That was so amazing. It was so intense,” she says as she regains her senses.

“I always thought that women squirting like that were a myth,” I say to her, still amazed.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Oh ... you don’t know. When I finally let you cum, you squirted everywhere,” i tell her.

Clara blushes bright red and puts her hands to her face in embarrassment, “Oh God, are you serious?”

Pulling her hands from her face, I look into her deep brown eyes and tell her, “Don’t be embarrassed, it had to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. You’ve never done it before, have you?”

She shakes her head, “No but ... I’ve never been so desperate to cum as I was just before you put the full power vibrator back on me. I couldn’t even think straight. All I could think about was how much I need you to let me cum. I guess that does make me a naughty girl.”

I shake my head, “No, it makes you MY naughty girl and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

She smiles, “I love you, too.”

“It was so different from the emotional lovemaking we shared on the beach,” I say.

Clara looks down from on top of me, “It was incredible.”

“You are incredible, my love. What do you want to do, now?” I ask.

She bites her lip and speaks, “I want to try something different. I want to take control.”

I smile, “Sounds great. What do you want to to to me?”

“Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to spank you,” she says. I get on my hands and knees and a her hand crashes down hard on my ass, exciting me.

“Nooo. Please, nooo,” i cry in mock pain.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” she says.

“Maybe?” I say.

“Maybe is bad,” she says as her hand crashes harder into my ass.

“Oh God...” I moan as I reach full staff again.