“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “You?”
He slid in, stayed in, and answered, “Fuck yeah.”
I tipped my head, smiled into his shoulder, and trailed my hands along the warm skin of his back.
“Love you, my Cassie.”
Another smile.
“Love you too, my Deacon.”
His hand squeezed the cheek of my ass as his arm did the same at my back.
He lifted his head and I righted mine to catch his eyes.
There was a glint in them and I knew he was about to commence teasing.
“You done with my ass?” he asked.
“For now,” I answered.
The grooves deepened around his mouth.
“My dick?”
My eyes rolled up and went side to side, searching the ceiling.
He pressed his hips into mine.
I looked back at him. “Maybe.”
“She wants more,” he muttered.
“Are you tired, old man?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” he answered.
“So, your woman isn’t done with you playing with her.”
“That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”
“It’s you who makes it so hot I want more,” I accused.
“It’s you grindin’ your cunt in my face as you moan then tippin’ your ass and takin’ it hard while you whimper. And it’s you pressin’ your tits in my back while you pant in my neck and jack my ass and dick, Cassie. So it’s arguable who makes it hot. But I’m not gonna argue about it. If you wanna look at it that way, not gonna stop you.”
I grinned at him.
He moved us and fell forward, settling me on my back in the bed with him on me.
He nuzzled and stroked me for a while. I let him for that while and returned the favor.
Finally, his lips went to my ear.
“You want vanilla, you want me to go down on you again, or does my Cassie want her ass spanked?”
My limbs around him convulsed when he said the word “spanked.”
I felt his smile against my neck before he murmured, “Red ass,” while his hand shoved under me and cupped it. “You want that plugged?”