Page 37 of Call Sign: Thunder
"Christ, Allie. You're so beautiful. Open your eyes. Look at me while I explode inside you."
Her eyes snapped open—the blue of her eyes barely visible with her dilated pupils. She was so close again.
"Come with me, baby. That's it. Squeeze me harder."
Zach had always been a generous lover, making sure his dates got what they needed before he'd disappear from their lives as fast as he'd arrived. It was why women put up with his horn-dog ways.
But he had never felt the pure joy that consumed him as he and Allie climaxed together. Maybe it was his long hiatus from sex, left-hand wanking aside. Maybe it was because Allie was so young and vulnerable. He didn't know what the hell was behind it. All he knew was he hadn't felt closer to any other human being as he did to Allison Benson in that moment.
And it scared the shit out of him.
He moved on autopilot, pushing down his fear long enough to push to his feet, crossing to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and towel and flicking his spent condom in the trashcan.
His heart contracted when he returned to the bedroom to find Allison still stretched out, holding onto the headboard like a good little submissive. He doubted she even knew how amazing she looked, flushed from sex and smiling like a siren.
He washed her gently, enjoying inspecting her pussy swollen from their lovemaking.
He lay next to her, pulling her into his arms so she could use his chest as her pillow. They enjoyed several minutes of quiet snuggling, another first for Zach. This was usually the time he'd make his excuses and bolt out the door. Today, he was relieved to find there was nowhere he'd rather be.
Their stomachs each growled in unison, causing them to break out in joint laughter.
"Time to get some food in your tummy."
"Not yet. I'd rather take a nap here."
"Yeah, well I'd rather get started helping you put those ten pounds back on."
"You were serious about that?"
"Hell yes, I was serious about that. About everything."
She wiggled out of his arms to prop herself up on her right elbow next to him, peering down into his face. "You mean…" She blushed pink.
"Everything, Allie. You're done turning to booze and other destructive behaviors to drown out whatever you are dealing with."
She looked like she wanted to say something, opening and closing her mouth several times, no words coming out. He was patient with her, giving her time to finally blurt out. "You mean you'd really spank me again?"
"Spank you. Paddle you. Discipline you. In a heartbeat."
"No fair. I can tell you like it!"
He was caught. He grinned. "Maybe. But let me tell you, there are many different kinds of spankings. Those you'll love and those you'll hate."
"What kind was today's?"
He didn't want to scare her, but he owed her the truth. "Today was the kind you'll learn to love."
The blush on her cheeks turned a darker shade of rose to match her ass. "I confess, I already do."
That news shouldn't make him happy, but it did right up until her face dropped. "You mean you'd spank me harder than that?"
"If you put yourself in danger and don't take care of yourself, you bet your ass I would."
"Oh." He could see his answer surprised her.
"Don't worry about it today, honey. Just be a good girl and come eat a big breakfast and your bottom is safe."
She grinned playfully. "Race you to the coffee."
