Page 141 of Maizy the Bear Charmer

“Tingly.”

“You seemed like you enjoyed it.” He tilted her hip and smoothed his hand over her ass and she could tell when he made contact with a handprint because her ass tingled a tiny bit. “It’s faded. Does that hurt?”

“No. I wouldn’t have thought that an erotic spanking would be something I’d enjoy but I did. It was really hot.”

“I could tell. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t too hard on you. Everyone has a different pain threshold. Some women really like a hard spanking while others just want it to sting a little—”

She stuck her fingers in her ears. “La-la-la! I don’t want to hear about any other spankin’s you’ve given. I actually liked the buildup in intensity, and anticipating the next pop.”

Heath patted her butt cheek playfully and looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Your ass is perfect for spanking. So if you liked it, does that mean I get to do it some more?”

He stroked his hand all over her bottom as though surveying it for the perfect spot and then gave her several light taps, grinning as her booty jiggled for him and then did it some more until they both erupted into laughter. She snuggled closer and closed her eyes as he pressed kisses to her face and murmured, “I like making you laugh. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Let’s feed you then. We still have the whole evening ahead of us. Lucky me.”

She grabbed the gauzy linen tunic he’d worn earlier to the wedding and slipped into it, enjoying his scent as she pulled it over her head. It swamped her but she felt very sexy wearing it with nothing else. Judging by the pleased smile on his face, Heath liked the way it kept slipping off of one shoulder as he stroked her cleavage through the loose drawstrings at the neck.

Barefoot, and clad in just the pants that matched the tunic, he brought her MP3 player with them from the bedroom and hooked it up to the house-wide stereo system. She helped him gather ingredients for hot sandwiches and then he lifted her onto the counter beside him and she sat talking with him while he cooked. She purred when “Smooth” by Carlos Santana began to play and used the remote to turn it way up. His eyes grew warm as she gyrated and rolled her shoulders and shimmied her breasts for him.

“You’re gonna make me burn the food if you keep doing that. Music is in your blood, isn’t it?”

She nodded and closed her eyes as she moved, happy that he understood. Sliding in between her knees, he cupped her breasts and she pushed them into his hands as she lifted her arms over her head, moving them in sinuous abandon before wrapping them around his neck. His scruffy beard tickled her throat as he kissed her and nibbled at her earlobe.

He looked a little dazed when he finally released her to turn the toasting sandwiches and grinned at her. His expression softened as he gazed into her eyes and she tilted her head. “What?”

He looked down at the sandwiches as he lifted them off the skillet and put them on plates and said, “I feel blessed.”

Warmth filled her at the vulnerability and honesty in his tone. No teasing now. “Me, too.”

“Let’s eat,” he said as he turned off the stove and lifted her down from the countertop.

They ate in the living room while they enjoyed a Walking Dead marathon that lasted until late into the night and they both felt like zombies from staring at the television too long. The thunderstorm finally rolled through the area. Within Heath’s arms was the perfect place to listen to the rain as it hammered on the windows and the roof.

After a warm shower they made love again. This time, he laid her down and whispered sweetly to her as he slid inside her and took his time, thrusting gently and delaying their orgasms until it was pure, sweet torture for her. There came a point where the orgasm wasn’t even the purpose of making love with him. Being joined with him, body, heart, and soul was. The sensual journey they took together enraptured her so much that when the climax finally came she cried because the ecstasy couldn’t be expressed any other way.

She woke during the night, sensing that all three of her men surrounded her in the bed but didn’t move. They’d had a long night and needed their rest. She lay there luxuriating in their nearness, filled with peace. Gentle fingers gathered her hair from her throat, from behind, and when warm lips touched her shoulder, she knew it was Cody. He always slept on the right side of the bed and she usually wound up with her back to his front when she slept. He let out a deep sigh, scooted closer, and fell back asleep.

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