(A/N: As warning, there is slight bondage and light spanking in this chapter. If this makes anyone uncomfortable, please skip this chapter. I hope you enjoy. KK)
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Had she just told SSA David Rossi that the best sex of her life was 'nice'!? Oh God, he was going to kill her! And then she would never be able to experience this again. And she SO wanted to do this again. Immediately wouldn't be so bad either. Though most men didn't want to hear that. Which was why she had been so desperately trying to think of what to say? It was so unfair! Could she help it if she babbled when she got nervous?
"'Nice'?" The rumble that came from Dave's throat left Penelope uncertain. Looking to her side, she winced, was that a snarl?
"Nice?" Dave's voice echoed in the room as he repeated her word again. Oh, she was so dead. Penelope squenched her eyes shut tight as she felt Dave roll towards her on the bed.
"I meant, the overall night was nice, sir!" Penelope blathered, flailing around in her own head, trying to think of how to save this, "I mean, Super Agent. The whole night has been wonderful. What just happened was amazing. That's what I meant. You were brilliant, Dave. I mean, how can you expect my mind to function in total meltdown? The night was wonderful – and thrilling – and – and -" Penelope paused as she felt the bed beside her start shaking. "Are you - are you laughing?! You are!" Sitting up, Penelope pulled the pillow from behind her and began pummeling Dave with it.
Dave curled up, covering his sensitive parts till he could reach around and pull the pillow from Penelope's grasp. This didn't help as she commenced to slapping at him with her hands till he could wrestle her to the bed.
"'Nice' woman?" Dave looked down at the lovely woman in his arms, the sexy woman in his bed, the irreplaceable woman that was slowly slipping deeper into his heart, and grinned.
Penelope glared at the man pinning her to the bed, refusing to consider it was exactly where she wanted to be. "Let go of me, Agent Ass!" Wiggling free one arm, she pinched the bare skin she could reach on his side.
"I hate being pinched, woman!" after catching Penelope's hand, Dave straightened his hands till he was holding them over her head. Clasping both her wrists in one hand, he ran his hand down her body, eyes fixed on the chill bumps that followed his path. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he briefly slipped fingers caressingly under her garter before curving his hand under her thigh and moving slightly, settled firmly between her legs, nestling his hard length against Penelope's moist charms.
"You're still hard-" she gasped out, instinctively arching up against him.
"I don't know if I should be offended by the note of surprise in your voice, Kitten" Dave slid an admiring glance down her body. Reaching up, he removed her glasses, stretching to place them on the bedside table, inadvertently pressing closer to his Goddess, skimming against her in the process, causing both of them to moan lightly.
"No offense, Oh Obtuse One, just facts. Most men are through after our recent-" Penelope gasped as Dave moved to slip inside her depths again. "David!"
Rolling with Penelope, clasping his free hand behind her back, Dave stopped when he was on his back, holding her in his lap, her luscious thighs straddling each side of his hips. "It seems I can't let go of you yet." Sitting up, he took both her wrists in each of his hands; he pulled them behind her back to once against clutch them in one of his.
"Now, Kitten, let's talk about your habit of calling me 'little'. As well as, saying that the best sex I've ever had is 'nice', then pinching me, and also calling me 'Sir'." Running his free hand over her hip down to her thigh and then to her garter, he pulled away to deliver a sharp slap to her bottom.
"Rossi!" Penelope let a short scream loose, a little from shock, and a little from pleasure, because when she rocked forward from the swat, it caused her to move upon that hard length lodged deep inside her. And that feeling was delicious. She tested her strength against David's and found she could only writhe atop him. This caused both of them to moan briefly with that discovery.
"That 'sir' was intriguing, Pet." Dave remembered that lethargic look that his Kitten had got in her eyes when he had mentioned spanking. Reaching up his hand, he thrust his fingers into her hair, leaned forward and urged her down so that he could press a deep kiss to her lips, licking them before he placed small kisses that led his way to her ear. Speaking softly, he asked seriously, "Do you trust me?"
Penelope felt that question echo deep inside her. She knew if she was actually scared, he would have released her immediately if she asked. But, the ache that was building within her, let her know that scared wasn't the emotion that he was bringing out in her with his little game. Nodding her head within Dave's hand, feeling his lips and beard sweep smoothly against her cheek with the action, she let out a breathy but clearly gasped "Yes."
"Why don't you count for me, Kitten?" He rocked Penelope in his lap, feeling her sheath slide wetly around him. "Start with 'One, Sir'."
Penelope reared back a brief moment later, after the shivers of having Dave's beard brush her neck as he whispered in her ear receded and his words finally sank in. "Listen you overgrown –"
"Thwack!"
"Arrrrgh!" Penelope wiggled, incensed that she could not move away, partly from the fact that David Rossi was spanking her. And partly from the fact that there was no way she could hide the truth. That his action was making her so wet and hot. In fact, Dave had slid his fingers between her thighs, hissing faintly as the feel of soaked heat.
"My, my, Kitten, you are quite wet. I warned you earlier, my Sweet, that we would be talking about punishment. So, let me hear you count for me. It's only five, dolce. You can do that for me, can't you? Just five." Dave kept caressing her, swaying with her in such a way that his firm shaft gently stroked her as he spoke to her, his voice rumbling in her ear. Every so often, he would nip it softly, before soothing the bite with delicate kisses on her neck.
Drawing back, Dave looked at his Kitten, taking in the flushed skin, eyes at half mast, and watching as she swayed with him. She appealed to him on every level. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and she was sex unbound.
Drawing back his hand, Dave let go, striking Penelope's bottom again, driving her forward on his length.
"Oh!" Penelope closed her eyes. "One….Sir" The sting from her bottom was nothing compared to the rush of pleasure that overtook her.
"Wonderful, Kitten. " Dave leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth briefly, rolling it with his tongue as she moaned.
"Thwack!"
"Two, Sir!"
"Beautiful!" Dave rocked into Penelope, dragging his fingers back through her wetness, feeling her surrounding him. "You feel so good."
"Thwack!"
"Three, Sir!"
"Kitten, are you wet for me?" Dave ran his fingers down Penelope's back, brushing between her cheeks causing her to arch and clench him inside tighter. "Spread you legs for me, Love." Dave did not even realize what he was whispering to his beautiful Goddess, enthralled by her reactions.
"Thwack!"
"Four, Sir!"
"Penelope, I need you. " Dave's voice was becoming strained and he could feel her thighs tight around his hips.
"Thwack!"
"Five, Sir!" Penelope collapsed against him with the final swing, shivering, while Dave let go of her arms and wrapped her in a close hug, spreading kisses across her neck.
She couldn't quit shivering and shaking. She had liked that. She liked that David Rossi had just spanked her! And she had let him. Penelope felt her thoughts floating away from her, her only concern being that she ached. Her bottom was stinging, her toes were curled, her nipples were tight, and she wanted more. Now! Coming out of her pleasure induced fog, she listened to what Dave was saying to her.
"Dolce, you are so beautiful. You did so well. Look at you. You are so stunningly lovely." Dave had shifted his hands onto her hips, slowly moving her upon him, clenching his hands as he felt the heat of her skin against his hand.
Penelope skimmed her hands over his chest and whimpered at the feel of him. She needed, "More, Dave. I need more-" she demanded.
His hands fell away from her hips and he leaned back on the bed. "I'm yours, Dolce. Take what you want. Anything you want, anything I can give you, take it." Moving some pillows behind his head, he leaned back to look at his Goddess. Her hair was loose around her head, a few strands lying limply against her neck, her eyes staring into his, her lips swollen, a lovely redness covering her skin from where he had been able to brush her skin with tender, rough kisses. Breasts wonderfully displayed, her thighs spread to each side of his hips, and with her above him like this, he could see himself lodged between her sweet lips. His Sweet Goddess was beautiful.
Penelope froze for a moment at David's offer. It had been so long since she had tried this position. It had never quite been comfortable for her and Kevin together and Kevin had quickly decided he didn't want to experiment till they could find something that worked. But, here was David, laid out before her, inviting her to do anything she wanted to do. Penelope looked down at him, really looking at him. They had just shared an experience that was truly profound, meaningful for both of them she decided. She couldn't believe that she had trusted him so much as to let him restrain her, and then spank her. But, looking down at him, seeing him looking at her with conviction and adoration, feeling the evidence of his want and need lodged hard and tightly inside her, she couldn't deny that there was something there between them.
"Don't move David Rossi. Let me touch you for a moment." She pushed her hands through the mat of dark hair covering his chest, finding his nipples and scraping her nails over them, enjoying the reaction that he gave her as his chest grew taut beneath her and his neck arched back. She spent some time rolling her fingertips over them, even leaning down to lick across them, nipping one before she pulled back. Feeling David Rossi shiver under her was an exhilarating feeling and she smiled. "Keep your hands right here, mon loup" and she repositioned them behind his head, pulling her nails down the undersides of his arms as she leaned back into a sitting position, arching a little as the different position pressed him deeper and differently inside her. She ran her hands down and over that intriguing trail of hair over his stomach, rubbing her thumbs briefly over his hip bones. Reaching back she fluttered her fingers over his thighs, feeling the individual hairs brushing against her fingers. Hearing him groan at the change in her position, she looked back down at David, feeling a rush of temptation at the sight. David laying out beneath her, his eyes on her, his lips tight, his arms and neck arched back, exerting his powerful willpower to hold still because she asked it of him.
Tentatively she lifted herself up and then moved back down upon David, feeling her eyes begin to close again. It felt so good. She looked down into his eyes as she moved, shifting one hand up and cupping his cheek as she leaned forward again, feeling that beard brush her hand with each movement of her hips, she met Dave's burning gaze.
He had his hands clenched behind his head, his muscles taut as he tried to give Penelope her liberty. "Kitten, can I touch you?" He watched his Goddess as she moved upon him, his eyes traveling down to where they were connected, he couldn't contain a groan at the sight, watching as she rode him, unrestrained and uninhibited.
Penelope alternated swiveling her hips with short sharp thrusts down; searching for something that she couldn't quite attain "Dave, more, it's not enough! You feel so good. I need you!" Penelope felt herself reaching for something that was just out of her grasp. Straining, faster and faster for it.
"Let me touch you. Let me give you what you need, Love! Let me-" Dave held himself in check. His whole body was drawn towards hers. His voice a rough growl of need as he restrained himself.
Looking down, Penelope stared at Dave a moment before wrapping both hands around his neck and leaning down to whisper "touch me" and pressing an impassioned kiss to his lips, her tongue thrusting inside to duel with his.
Coming free of his invisible restraints, David bent his knees, grasping Penelope's hips, and began pulling her down to meet his strong lunges, calling to her, urging her on. "Now, Dolce, Now!" He moved her in a hard, quick rhythm on his invading length and Penelope convulsed, marking his shoulders with her fingernails as she grabbed them for balance. She leaned forward to hold him close to her; uncontrollably she bit the column of his throat.
And that seemed to unleash something in Dave, as he rolled with her, placing her once again on her back. "Hold on to me, Love, hold on" and he began to move. Reaching out he grabbed one of the pillows, placing it below her hips, raising them to a new angle, before sinking back into her.
She flung her head back and dug her fingers into his shoulders, meeting each wild thrust with her own, unable to stop as her short peak stretched into one long pinnacle. He curved his arms under her back and over her shoulders, clutching her tighter and closer to him, riding her with a flexing rhythm of his hips. His need made it a short one as his climax ripped through him, bucking him into her body and she felt herself blank out again as the surge of sensation overwhelmed her, hearing Dave cry out.
Dave had sprawled across her, catching himself on his forearms so not all his weight was on her, his breath stirred her hair with each exhale and his forehead rested on the pillow next to her head. Turning his head slightly, Dave teased lovingly, "Penelope, I agree, that was nice."
Penelope could not even muster the strength to protest his teasing, the playful slap of her hand she planned, subsiding into just putting her hand on his shoulder as she gasped for breath.
Settling beside her, Dave drew her into his arms, pulling the covers up around both of them as they slowly recovered. Both of them drifted off to sleep as they nestled closer together.
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(A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. I want to thank SunnyinOregan for a suggestion that I greatly appreciated as it clarified that I needed to add the verbal statement "Do you trust me?" into my Chapter. Please review! Hope everyone's holidays were great! Thanks, KK!)