Snippets Twenty One...
It was impossible to sneak up on him and certainly not in the bathroom when he couldn't help glancing at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Making no pretense of her presence, she leaned on the doorjamb and openly stared. Her eyes traveled from his shoulder blades down the center of his bare back and lingered on his well-toned butt.
He arched a brow... and continued to brush his teeth.
She smiled... such a naughty smile it made him chuckle in spite of himself.
"I'm afraid to ask," he managed with a mouth full of toothpaste.
"Wuss," she said softly, the gauntlet thrown down.
"Pushing your limits, bambina?" he asked, the toothbrush still in his hand as he turned to give her his full attention.
"I have limits?" the naughty imp asked and rolled her eyes, one bare foot rubbing against the other.
"You think I won't spank you just because I'm brushing my teeth?" he asked in that soft tone of voice he used just prior to upending her. "You've been asking for one all morning," he muttered, shaking his head when he remembered seeing the freshly laundered and *pink* boxer shorts in his dresser drawer.
"Not with toothpaste in your mouth," she said with confidence but took a step back just in case...
"I'll get rid of the toothpaste so I won't be distracted," he said with a wry grin, dropping his toothbrush into the sink. Before she knew his intention, he swooped her high into his arms and smeared toothpaste on her belly as his mouth covered it with kisses.
"JC!" she squealed and then giggled as his hands pushed her T-shirt up so he could rub his face between her breasts as he kissed the sweet spot between them.
"You are a very wicked man," she groaned as he lowered her to the bathroom rug and pulled her pajama bottoms off.
"Very wicked," he agreed and kissing her navel, he filled it with a dab of toothpaste.
"Stop!" she laughed. "That tickles."
"Does this tickle, bambina?" he asked softly as his mouth found her pink folds, the toothpaste residue covering passion's button, the minty toothpaste tingling sensitive flesh... his tongue laving... teasing... his mouth driving her to the edge of insanity.
"Ohhh... ahhh.... mmmm... the toothpaste," she managed to murmur as he took her on a gloriously tingling and sensuous ride. "What...? What... flavor *is* that?" she asked when she could speak again.
He laughed, ignoring her question as he stood with her in his arms and sought out their bed to continue loving her properly. Later, as she lay cuddled against his chest, she put a finger on his lips to touch the last of the toothpaste lingering there.
"How did you know toothpaste would tingle like that?" she asked under his relentless gaze.
"Seals have all sorts of information, bambina. Never know when it will come in handy."
"Why would a Seal need to know about toothpaste?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that I needed that information prior to this morning."
Spencer rolled her eyes.
He laughed softly and whispered that the taste of her was sweet by itself and that he craved the taste of her more and more each day. And then he laughed again when she blushed at his words.
"You are an animal," she declared as she rose up to straddle his chest.
"Si, and rabid for you," he agreed cheerfully.
She made an indelicate snort and then leaned over his head and pulled his hands together so they touched, the back of one hand in the palm of the other as they would be positioned if he were standing 'at ease'. "Don't move, mister," she ordered softly. "Time for me to torture you."
Her breasts gently swayed directly over his face and his mouth immediately took advantage of the opportunity. Raising his head slightly, he caught a nipple between his lips.
"What, sweetheart?" he laughed.
"I'm a man, bambina. There's a breast in my face. I *am* behaving."
She folded her arms across her naked chest and gave him one of his own classic glares which made him chuckle a little harder. Her folded arms only covered a portion of her breasts and he focused his gaze on what he could see of them and what he saw was too tempting. Any moment now, he was going to have to bury his face between them again.
But Spencer recognized the signs and before JC could pull her to his chest, she leaped off of him and off of the bed. He yelled at her to get her little butt back on the bed when she dashed into the bathroom and locked the door.
"I'm gonna count to ten!" he yelled.
"Is that as high as a Seal can count?" she giggled.
"And if you're not back here by the count of ten," he warned, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. "I'm gonna make you see stars!"
"I've already seen your stars," the naughty imp continued to giggle as she came out of the bathroom and sauntered over to the bed where he immediately grabbed her.
When she was once again straddling his thighs, he arched a brow.
"What's in your mouth?" he asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, see?" she showed him, opening her mouth.
"Hmmm," he nodded, relaxing. He had been certain she would fill her mouth with toothpaste. "Now... where were we?" he grinned, reaching for her breasts.
"We were here," she grinned back at him and palmed his yummy stick, one hand smeared with toothpaste.
Before he could react, her warm mouth followed her hand... engulfing him... her tongue smeared the toothpaste... the sensation rocking him... so hard... his hips arched up... she teased... and teased... and teased...
"Are we even yet?" she asked, crawling up his chest when he could breathe normally again.
"Not quite," he said calmly, sitting up and pulling her over his lap.
"What?" he chuckled as his hand bounced off her bottom... "Left..." he intoned in a deep voice, marking a cadence. "... Left... Left..."
"Stop!" she yelled and then giggled. The spanks were light and tingly and he was dipping his fingers into her... here... there...
"Remind me to put toothpaste on the grocery list," she told him much later when they lay snuggled together in each other's arms.
"Buy several extra large tubes," he suggested.
"Several? Tsk! I'm buying a crate!"