Hannah looked over her shoulder one more time as she walked away. She felt the heat from his slap on her ass, making her need for him spike. Damn, was something wrong with her? Shouldn’t she hate to be spanked?

After undressing, she stood off to the side and waited. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his heavy footsteps coming toward her.

She fisted her hands when he stopped in the doorway and stared at her. The way his gaze slid up and down her made goosebumps break out over her skin and her cunt spasm.

She wanted his hands on her so much she ached.

Without a word, he reached over his shoulder and pulled his t-shirt over his head. It was a move that she always thought was sexy as hell.

Her gaze followed his hands when they lowered and unbuttoned his jeans. When he slid the zipper down, it seemed to echo in the room and made her blood pump harder in her body.

She gasped when his cock sprang out and bounced against his stomach. Saliva pooled in her mouth as the rest of his clothes came off.

He started the shower and then held his hand out to her.

“Come here, little bird.”

She set her hand in his and let him pull her under the water.

“I’ll wash you first, baby. But then I want you to wash me.”

She nodded eagerly.

His short nails gently scratched over her scalp as he washed her hair because he knew she loved it. He rinsed the shampoo from her head before slathering on her conditioner. A moan slid from her mouth as his fingers massaged the back of her neck and then slid down.

The heat of his palms and the slippery body wash against her breasts made her sigh. When his hands moved farther down, she felt her breathing deepen.

She felt his fingers separate her pussy lips. Then one pressed down on her achy, swollen clit, making her cry out and grab his waist.

“Your cunt is already throbbing, isn’t it?”

She nodded and then cried out when his hand lightly slapped her clit. Her nails dug into his waist, and she pressed her nose into his chest.

He chuckled. “I think you like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head, stopped, and then nodded, making him laugh.

“I shouldn’t like that,” she said.

“Oh, fuck yeah. You can like whatever I do to you. I should warn you I’m sometimes going to push your limits a bit.”

“What does that mean?” she asked. She was trying hard to concentrate on his words, but he started pushing one and then two of his broad fingers into her cunt.

“We’re going to try things we haven’t done before.”

“Like what?”