The hand that had been rubbing her buttocks paused.
He stared at her.
For a moment, she thought he was going to be upset that she was asking to use his coin, but then he cleared his throat.
“We can, indeed.”
He kept one arm across her back as he leaned over to snag his coin from the nightstand.Johanna was still spread across his lap, waiting for him to flip it… which he did, then rather than using the back of his hand to see the final outcome of the coin, he slapped it against her bottom.She giggled, even as she squirmed at the sting.
Turning his head to look at her again, he grinned.
“The coin says you shall be fucked like my good girl tonight.”
Matthew
The fact that his wife wanted to use his coin to decide on her continuing erotic education this evening made Matthew far happier than he could say.Others had asked about using his coin before, but always for things for their own benefit, and he was loath to allow them.After all, he did not want to be blamed if the coin only worked for him and the outcome was not what they desired.
Besides, many of those who had privately asked him had also sniggered at him for using it before that.
However, this was a decision for both him and Johanna, and she had never once mocked him for using the coin.She’d never indicated that she thought poorly of him for it.
And there was something very satisfying about smacking the coin down onto her bottom to decide on how they would be ending their night.Heads—her mouth, Tails… well.Self-explanatory, really.
“I should see if I should start withmymouth,” he said, picking the coin up and flipping it again, enjoying the sound of her giggling as she wiggled her bottom at him.It did not feel as though she was laughing at him, just that she was enjoying herself so much that she was giggling.
Matthew got the feeling she had not had much cause for her joy in recent years, and he liked that she was certainly doing so now.
Smacking the coin down on her opposite cheek, he grinned at the answer.
“What does it say?”Johanna asked, trying to push herself up and twist to see, though the position would be impossible.The coin was already starting to slide off the curve of her buttock when Matthew caught it.
Rather than answering her verbally, Matthew quickly changed his hold on her and toppled her back onto the bed, so she was on her back, with her upper body resting against the pile of pillows and cushions at the head of his bed.The lavender silk of her nightrail and peignoir slithered over her skin, sliding between her thighs to cover her pussy from his gaze.
Setting the coin back on the nightstand, Matthew leaned over to give her a kiss, brushing his lips over hers, before he began moving his mouth down her body.As he did so, he pushed the peignoir off her shoulders, so only the thin fabric of the nightrail was between her skin and his mouth.
The creamy lace over her breasts was quite fetching, allowing a hint of pink nipple to peek through, and rather than pulling the top of her nightrail down, Matthew closed his mouth over her nipple through the lace.She gasped, her hands sliding through his hair as he sucked on the hard bud, running his tongue over the lace, teasing the nubbin with both his mouth and the fabric.He could feel her squirming delightfully beneath him, her thighs tightening around him as her body arched in reaction.
Switching breasts, Matthew let his hands move down to her bottom, which was still hot against his palms, and gave her cheeks a rough squeeze.Whimpering, she shuddered in reaction as he kneaded the hot flesh, rocking his groin against hers.His cock ached in response, but it would have to wait.
Lifting his head from her breast, he stripped off his shirt before moving lower, draping her legs over his shoulders as he tugged the silk of her nightrail away from her glistening pink pussy.The hair on her mound was a bit darker than that of her head, but still brightly blonde, providing a sweet frame for her pink, pouting lips, slick with her arousal.
Matthew lowered his head between her thighs as his hands moved up her sides to close over her breasts.She moaned again, her hips lifting to meet his tongue, fingers tugging on his hair as he began to feast.
Johanna
Hot need coursed through Johanna as her husband began to lick and suckle on her, making her cry out and thrust her breasts up into his hands.He squeezed the soft mounds, the lacy wet fabric moving over her nipples, stimulating them, followed almost immediately by the silk as she shifted and writhed.The contrast was wildly stimulating, adding to the pleasure of his mouth working over her flesh.
“Oh, please…” she moaned, shuddering as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, making her toes curl and her knees flex, digging her heels into his muscled back.
Her bottom was exquisitely sensitive, throbbing in a manner she was not used to, adding to the assault of sensations on her senses.No wonder some women enjoyed being spanked.At least, the way her husband had done it to her.She was hot and sensitive and drowning in pleasure from every side.
Every part of her tingled.
Every part of her throbbed.
And every part of her burst into pure ecstasy as his hands tightened on her breasts, his mouth closing around the part of her that was most sensitive and suckinghard.Johanna cried out, shuddering, squirming in place against his hold, her grip on his hair so tight, it was a wonder she did not pull any out in her throes of passion.
Wave after wave washed over her, stealing her breath and senses, until she was limp and panting.