Eroticy Story - After Dinner

Wiping his hands on the dish towel, he turned to watch her as she stretched to put a glass on a high shelf. The sleekness of her body had always excited him. But as they'd spent more time together, something more had developed, a tug at his heart when he looked at her, that he had not expected. He reached for another plate to dry, and thought of how they made love.

The first time, he'd wanted her so badly he could hardly resist handling her roughly. The memory of her unexpectedly joyful response made him smile.

They wanted the same thing. A friendly pat could become a full-fledged spanking in no time. When it didn't occur to him to treat her that way, she'd find some playful way to give him cause. They had fun together.

A gentle nudge jolted him from his reverie, as she took the plate from his hand. Were she not now been holding something fragile, he'd have...

Well, it wasn't that easy any more. To see her in pain affected him far more than it had at first, and in a more confusing way. Their games were becoming harder to play, because he could not keep the tenderness from his voice when he scolded her.