Indebted

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Esti had needed to change her position. No longer able to hold her body up with her hands. She was resting on her forearms on the bed. Her ass and thighs alive with tingles and warm feelings from Atticus spanking her over and over. Oh gods and goddesses when he paused and smoothed his palm over her heated flesh, it drove Esti wild.

She wanted his hands everywhere. The loving, tender motions in between every few spankings was too much and not enough at the same time. "Atticus, sir." Esti panted after the latest spanking. Turning to look back over her shoulder. Mascara running down her cheeks. Atticus knew the warm up was over. Smoothing both palms over her red and warmed flesh. Her dragon already working to quickly heal the bruises still hidden under the skin.

Esti was given a moment to recover, while Atticus moved to his knees behind her. Slowly moving her panties over her still stinging ass, and down her perfect, muscular thighs. Leaving them around her ankles as a weak form of bondage.

Esti's head was swimming. She had no idea how much she enjoyed spanking until tonight. Loved every single moment. Almost missed the sensation now that it had stopped, even though she had been moments from begging for mercy. Esti was about to ask Atticus what he was doing, when his hands latched onto her hips, and his mouth and tongue were diving into her sex.

Atticus licked through her folds, tasting her honey. "Did you get so wet from just spankings Esti." Atticus purred before swirling his tongue all around Esti's clit. Drawing the bud between his lips to suckle it into his mouth. Smiling into her pussy when her hips bucked back against his face and her knees grew shaky. Her reaction spurned him on. Wanting to make her cum in a hurry as reward for taking the spanking so well.

Esti's hands gripped the comforter on the bed, her knees no longer able to hold her up. Her feet tangled in her panty's, hobbling her movements. She was trusting the bed and Atticus to hold her safe as he quickly worked her body up to a firecracker of an orgasm. Esti's body gave up as Atticus made her see stars while he continued to eat her pussy like a man starved. Dropping onto her chest and face on the bed. Letting the orgasm fill and consume her. Giving into the pleasure she was being given.

Atticus smiled. Smoothly shucking free from his own pants, and shedding his shirt as he rose to his feet. Atticus undid the busiter letting the garment fall where it may. Gently and carefully moving Esti onto her back in the middle of the bed. Letting her luscious black coffee hair fan and spill over the pale comforter. Her chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she came down from the high Atticus had rocketed her body towards and through.

Esti lolled her head lazily towards Atticus, a dreamy smile just barely curling on her lips. "I missed you." Esti told him. Meaning it with her whole heart. Her body had been crying out for him since the moment she saw him approaching the beach. The bed dipped, rolling her a little closer to him as he lay down on his side next to her. Watching her as he whispered that he had missed her more.

Esti loved how Atticus was looking at her right now. He made her feel beautiful, and desirable and herself. "Can you handle more Esti?" Atticus asked her. This had been an intense way to restart their sexual relationship. Atticus did not want to push Esti past her limit.

Esti looked up and down Atticus's body as he lounged beside her. Esti licked her lips, nodding. She wasn't done yet. She still felt insatiable. They had so much time to catch up on. The clock was quickly counting to morning, both feeling like they could only count on tonight and wanted to make the most of it.

"Words Esti." Atticus purred, kissing feather light kisses on her shoulder, barely touching his lips to his mark on her skin.

Esti moaned under his gentle kisses. "More, please more." Esti panted as Atticus sweetly kissed her cheek. Breathing 'good girl' in her ear.

Atticus readjusted his position on the bed. "Put your hands over your head. Legs spread. Stay still, and no touching me or yourself until I say so." Atticus instructed. Esti jumped to position, her body exactly as he had directed her.

With anyone else, Esti would have felt exposed and vulnerable in such a position while naked. With Atticus she felt like a sunflower facing into the sun. Warm, happy, loved and getting everything she needed.

Atticus started slowly. His hand palmed her breast while his lips found her opposite nipple. Teasing, nipping and suckling at the tender, sensitive bud. Moving his body over hers, caging her underneath his body so he could switch and ensured he lavished attention equally on each breast and nipple.

As he worked, Esti grasped at the blanket under her head. Doing her best to keep her hands to herself. Struggling to keep her legs still as Atticus playing with her breasts made her body react in the most pleasurable of ways. Sparks of magic dancing across her skin, her feelings and his twisting together, enhancing every touch, every sensation.

Atticus was mapping Esti's body under his hands and mouth. Trying to find every single square inch of skin that brought her pleasure. How to make her sigh. Where she was ticklish, what made her moan. Loving to watch her fist her hands in the blankets behind her head to try and follow his instruction. How the muscles in her legs, fluttered, and twitched as she worked so hard to hold herself still while still welcoming the pleasure.

Atticus had been teasing her body with his touch, hands roaming over so much of her skin. Just not where she was aching to be touched. Atticus had learned she was ticklish around her ribs. That she had a constellation of freckles on her right thigh. How she gasped when surprised, nibbled her lip to try and hold in a moan or giggle. She clenched her jaw when she was frustrated. Atticus would remember that.

Esti in real life, under his hands, was so much better than any fantasy he had tried to imagine. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Her skin softer. Smelled better. The magic of the mate bond stronger. Atticus started from her toes. Kissing a slow trail up her leg. She was ticklish around her knees too. Atticus smiled as he kept going.

Gently nudging her legs apart. Esti more than willingly obliging, Atticus kissed slow, soft kisses up the sensitive, satin skin of her inner thigh. Atticus smiled, her body was practically vibrating with anticipation as Atticus pressed his lips against her core, tongue delving between her folds, finding her clit. Suckling her pleasure nub between his teeth.

Esti felt the familiar, tense feeling, her toes were curling. The sweet release was coming. Esti didn't want to cum again without Atticus inside of her. Esti grabbed hold of Atticus's longer hair. Pulling him up from between her legs her lips meeting his as she took control. Rolling them over so she was on top of him. Tearing the designed black boxers he had been wearing apart. Taking hold of his erection and lined herself up. Taking all of him with a loud moan, rocking her hips, grinding against him. Hands on his chest to keep herself balanced.

Esti was almost cresting her orgasm, it had not taken long at all when Atticus growled and rolled her onto her back, underneath him once again. Atticus grinned down at her. "You lost the game love, I get to fuck you this time." She had been on top their first time together. If she was ready for spankings, and edging, and to try and wrestle control from him; then she was ready to really take him.