by sarAdora ~~~~~~~
Sated and quite content after a weekend of constant teasing and loving, JC was surprisingly rested. He had enjoyed eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. Spencer was stirring next to him. He stifled a smile and remained still with his eyes closed, waiting to see what the imp was going to do.
Spencer turned over and sat up, her eyes feasting on the handsome sailor lying next to her - gloriously naked. She was pretty sure he was awake. She took note of his closed eyes and his even breathing. Maybe not. Her hand swept over his chest and down to his belly, her fingers creeping into the bush at his groin, lightly tugging. His manhood immediately sprang to attention, making her smile. But she squealed when two large hands grabbed her, quickly turned her over and bit each bottom cheek, following that with sloppy kisses.
She couldn't help giggling. The giggles turned to moans of pleasure when he turned her again and kissed her thoroughly.
"Is that for me?" she asked, reaching down to stroke him when he let her up for air.
"You haven't had enough of that to last for a while?" he asked with a straight face.
"Never have enough of you, Squidlet."
"That's my line, bambina," he murmured, his mouth zeroing in on her throat, his hands caressing her breasts.
"Good thing you have to go to work this morning," she sighed as his hands touched her.
"Why is that?"
"We've been loving each other non-stop for two days. We need to rest. Although, I do love the loving," she admitted.
"I do, too, baby, and I love the playing and spanking that accompanies it." They looked at each other, remembering the orders he gave her and the ones she gave him and they exchanged grins and then laughed.
"I think you're right," he said, lying back on the pillow. "We *do* need to rest - maybe abstain for a while."
Spencer sat up to look at him. "How long do you think we should abstain?" she asked in all seriousness.
"Mmmm, I'm thinking," he replied, pursing his lips, an arm over his brow. "After some consideration," he gave her a serious look and pulled her down to his chest. "I think a good solid hour should do it."
"An hour?" Spencer burst into laughter. "A whole sixty minutes? Alas! I don't think I can wait that long."
"Me neither," JC laughed, grabbing her and tickling her until she couldn't catch her breath, his mouth already making inroads toward her breasts, his hands seeking the warmth between her thighs. Promises of sweet spankings were whispered in her ear.
Promises were delivered.