Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book) (7 page)

I
grabbed his hand and placed it on my throat and made a 'M' sound.
Then I got hold of his other hand and placed his fingertips on my
lips. I continued making the 'M' sound. He tried to make it with me.
He couldn't quite do it but he was enjoying this kind of language
play. I think he would like any game where he got to touch me. But I
continued trying to teach him. Learning new sounds was familiar to me
because of all the languages I learned.

“Melissa,”
I repeated for him again and again. He said something that was close
enough. I would know he meant me when said it.

I
pointed to him again, wanting to know his name. Thinking of him and
my rescuer was annoying while he spanked me.

He
smiled and said something that I couldn't repeat even with all of my
language training. I moved my hands to his throat and lips and waited
for him to repeat as I had done for him. He repeated his name and I
felt a burst of his air on my fingers. I felt his throat vibrate. It
was somehow sensual. He repeated his name a few times.

“Ai-de-yon-ung?”
I asked, wondering if he too would say close enough.

He
repeated his name several more times. But that was they closest I got
to his name. Eventually he smiled and gave up. He took my hands in
his and walked over to the bed smiling at me the whole time.

I was
feeling a little wary of him again. He looked so happy. He let go of
me and started to undress himself, but he peeked up at me and smiled
every few seconds.

He was
so eager. No one was ever that happy about going to bed. He wanted
sex again. I felt tears gather in my eyes. Why had he taken me to be
healed when he was just going to hurt me again?

He
noticed my tears and looked confused.

He
grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. His hands went to my
breasts again. He took one in his mouth and suck on it. I look down
and saw the top of his head over one of my breasts and his hand
kneading my other breast. I moaned with a pleasure I couldn't keep
pent up inside anymore. His hand let go of my breast and slowly
caressed me on its way down to the secret place he had found earlier.
He stroked me there and suckled on my breast. I had to wonder where
his other hand was. I sighed when I realized my head was resting on
it. He had me completely in his control and I liked it.

My
hips raised and rocked against his fingers. He moved his fingers
faster and my hips moved with him. I felt an extreme urgency, wanting
more of what he had showed me earlier.

I
climaxed, screaming out his name in my pleasure. His mouth let go of
my breast so he could look me in the eyes. He looked happy to have
made me happy. I sighed lovingly at him. He moved in between my legs.
I opened my legs wide for him, still mindless in my orgasm. He very
carefully thrust into me, slowly working his way deep inside of me.

Again
I screamed in pleasure. My body made itself wet so he could better
enter me. My hips lifted up to him, welcoming him. He moaned and
started his thrusting. Aide wasn't as careful anymore. He didn't need
to be. I was showing him quite clearly that I wasn't in pain. The
opposite was true.

I
clung to him while he rode inside of me. My screams of pleasure came
often making him move faster. He threw his head back as he pushed in
even deeper to me. I felt him grow even larger in that moment. My own
body reacted to his, gripping him and holding my tightly inside of
me. Clasping around him again and again. This orgasm, with him inside
of me took me to new levels of enjoyment.

As my
climax began to wane and my breathing slowly started to regulate, I
noticed that my hands were in his hair. I let go and hoped that he
wouldn't be mad about that. I was still breathing very heavily when
he grabbed one of my legs and bent it so my knee was by my chest. He
rolled me to the side. He laid down behind me and laid his arm around
me, resting his hand on my breast. I was glad that he was still
inside of me. He knew that it would have made me sad if he would have
left me.

He was
whispering in my ear again. I couldn't understand him but it sounded
so nice.

“I
love you,” I sighed as I fell asleep.

I woke
up often in the night. I usually rolled this way and that in the
night. But he was holding me in such a way that I couldn't move at
all. My ear was tingling. All my blood seemed to have collected in
it. It annoyed me so much that I couldn't think of anything else.

I
tried to at least turn my head but he was laying on my hair. I was
completely trapped. He had his right hand under my head and his left
on my left breast. He wasn't cupping it anymore but it laid relaxed
there. His penis was still inside of me and his left leg was over my
right leg. I had to support my weight on my right knee.

I
desperately needed to move. My right arm just fell asleep too. I was
getting scared. Remembering yesterday, wondering what today might
hold. Would they swap women today? Would I be sitting on someone
else's lap today? The thought of that sadden me so much that I was
crying again. I started shaking in fear that someone else would love
me and want to take me to their bed and over their knees when I was
bad. I just wanted to be loved by him and spanked by him.

His
hand left my breast and went to my face. I turned to look at him as
much as I could with him on my hair. He lifted his head and
reluctantly moved his new found pillow to the side so I could look
into his eyes.

I
reached out to him as best as I could in this position. I saw a spark
in his eye. He grabbed my leg again and flipped me unto my back
again. He was already inside of me so I could feel him growing and
hardening inside of me.

Would
this be the last time we ever made love? I needed to enjoy it while
it lasted. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, thoroughly enjoying
each and everyone of them. Being with him was so amazing. I already
loved him so much. I wished that he would keep me forever and do this
to me all the time, needing to be this close to him. I needed him to
fill my body in the space that I hadn't even realized had been so
empty.

He
quickened his pace. I laid my hands on his bottom, urging him on. My
climax seemed to be just a breath away but it didn't come until he
did. I had been waiting for him. I called out his name again and he
smiled so devilishly happy at me. He thrust himself into me a few
more times while he watched me enjoy his body with my many climaxes.
When I had finished and I was able to take notice of him on a
different level again I saw that he was lovingly petting my face and
smiling at me. He tried to say my name and my heart melted with my
love for him. How could I have fallen in love with him so quickly?

He
held me and petted my hair for a long time. I ran my hand up and down
his strong arms.

This
would have been the normal time for pillow talk but we couldn't
understand each other. I was just enjoying being with him and staring
into his dark eyes, that I believed were filled with love for me.

He
pulled himself out of me. After having him in me for so many hours it
was honest pain to be without him. I felt a heavy frown form on my
face. I whimpered and continued to look into his eyes, trying to
guess what I had done wrong.

He
picked me up and held me to his chest. He sat down on the bed with me
still in his arms, holding me close, cuddling and kissing me. He took
my sorrow so seriously. I loved him more with each minute.

He
stood after I had laid my head and happily sighed on his chest. In
the bathroom he set me down on the toilet again while he called for
the bathtub. I was used to going to the bathroom in front of him
already too. I hoped with all my heart that he meant well with me. I
wanted to be his for the rest of my life.

He
said the words that flushed the toilet. He picked me up and laid me
in the bathtub. He went to the bathroom, even pooping. I would have
thought that he wouldn't want to do that in front me but he did as if
it was the most normal thing in the world. He felt that comfortable
with me. Could I in front of him? Would I have to?

He
joined me in the tub. He smiled as he cleaned me. I could tell he
enjoyed doing it. I had never been so clean in all of my life as I
was at the moment when he was finished with me. He held the pretty
orange and yellow sponge out to me. I gave him a loving smile as I
took it and started washing his feet working my way up, no longer
afraid to touch him anymore. I enjoyed it even. He was showing me
with his growing hardness how much he enjoyed it. I cleaned his
manhood longer than necessary. He groaned and I longed to straddle
him and feel him inside of me again. Would he mind and spank me or
would he like that I wanted him and even needed him again.

He was
laying back enjoying my touch as I continued to clean him. I couldn't
bare it any more. I leaned my wet breasts onto his stomach and laid
my head on his chest. I didn't stop cleaning his long penis.

The
water was deep in this tub. When I sat it still covered my breasts. I
was truly amazed that his thing was so big that the tip was sticking
out of the water. Would I even be able to take all of him in me if I
were on top? Would it hurt? Would I end up making a fool out of
myself? I looked up to his face, he was definitely enjoying was I was
doing to him.

I
moved my leg over his still watching his face. I took my hand away
from his penis and started cleaning his chest. He made a disappointed
sound. I smiled to myself and rolled completely on top of him as I
scrub his broad chest and pushed myself back a little so my female
parts pressed firmly into his pelvis. By rising up that way my wet
breasts rubbed against his upper tummy, tickling both of us. I
reached up and cleaned his shoulders. My wet breasts pushed into him.

He
still didn't look at me. His head was thrown back just enjoying what
I was doing for him. I decided to be very brave. I sat up. The water
was running down my front dripping from my full breasts. I had one
leg on each of his sides. My female parts directly over his. I
cleaned his stomach as if nothing special was happening. He had moved
his head as I had moved. He eyes roamed over my body and his hands
had gone to my hips.

Not
smiling at my own mischievousness was one of the hardest things I had
ever had to do in my life. I raised my legs up on my knees and
cleaned his already clean chest. As my body raised so could his
penis. His hands stayed on my hips.

My
mind work on ways to sit down catching his penis inside of me. I
didn't think I could do that. I needed to take his penis in my hand
and guide it inside of me. That would make it obvious what I was up
to. Would he mind? His penis wouldn't but would he. I remembered
yesterday when I had touched him and he looked so unsure of whether
or not his was mad. It didn't matter, my need had become so great
that I had to have him inside of me.

I
stayed it that position over him and I worked on cleaning downwards
again. I sighed as I got to his penis again. I cleaned it again.
Petting and stroking it, wiping it with the sponge. I held it in my
hand and sat down on it, moaning as it filled me, closing my eyes and
enjoying the moment. That was a mistake. I needed more. This just
wasn't enough. If he got mad and pushed me away it would break my
heart. I opened my eyes to see how he reacted to my assault on him.
His hands moved to my breasts. He was happy not mad.

I
arched my back, thrusting my breasts up to him, filling his large
hands. I lifted my body slowly up and slowly lowered it again. I
closed my eyes at the pleasure I was taking from him. I continued on
loving him with my body. His hands never left my body. He petted,
stroked, pulled and rubbed, driving me mad with need. I needed to go
faster but my legs were already getting tired. I ignored the pain and
placed my hands on his strong chest. I moved faster up and down on
his penis. His mouth was half open and he was moaning too. I moved
faster and faster until the muscles in my arm and legs gave out. I
cried at my own failure.

He
simply grabbed onto my hips and raised and lowered me himself and at
the speed he needed. I too moaned on his chest. I was coming so
close. My need was pure pain and pleasure at the same time. He
climaxed and held my hips tightly so I couldn't move. I was so
frustrated that I wiggled wanting my own release. He was relaxing
again and he lifted my hips up and down again. I sat up again and
rock on top of him blind for need. I was so thankful that he wanted
me to come too and did with a scream louder than any spanking had
ever gotten out of me. He let me rock on him as I needed and two more
orgasms came after the first one. I laid down on his chest once I was
completely sated. The words, 'Please, keep me,' ran through my head
again and again.

He ran
his fingers through my hair as he laid in the cleansing water. Once I
regained my senses, I resumed cleaning him with the sponge that had
never left my hand. I felt him laughing under me and in me. I wished
we could stay joined forever.

He sat
up and scared me a little. I reached around and tried to clean his
back from my position. He laughed all the more because of my attempts
to clean him without giving up my preferred perch. He lifted me off
of him and sat me down in the corner of the tub.

“No,”
I begged, wanting to be close to him.

He
took the sponge from me and cleaned in between my legs until I had
another small and relaxing orgasm. He knew my body so well.

After
I had recovered he handed me the sponge and turned so he was laying
on his stomach. I cleaned him as lovingly as a mother would clean her
newborn baby.

He
jumped out of the tub again and this time my body went to his as if
our hearts were magnets, pulling us together.