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duvet. My love permits this, but the smacks get harder as a consequence. I wiggle like some kind of she-beast, widening my legs as much as I can within the hobble of my knickers. My tears are falling, but I feel glorified, exalted.
    James agrees.
    “Oh Willa, you’re magnificent,” he gasps, voice rough with exertion. “You’re a wonder, my love…Now I need to see you come!”
    Abruptly, he stops spanking, but doesn’t abandon the brush. Instead, her reverses his grip on it, and pushes the handle, warm from his hand, into my pussy. My channel clenches down hard, already rippling, and when he reaches beneath me, to stroke my clit, I break into pieces. Not literally of course, but in every other way that counts. Great, heart-stopping waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known sweep through me. I seem to come in every cell, in every atom, as my pussy grabs at the handle. It seems to go on for hours and yet I know it’s only moments.
    “Oh hell!” cries James, and then he’s off the bed, leaving me with the brush still sticking out of me, and still coming, while he kicks of his boots, pulls a condom out of his pocket, then swiftly and efficiently shucks of his jeans and rolls on the rubber. A second later, the brush goes skidding across the carpet and his rampant cock replaces it inside me. When he shoves hard, and in desperation, I ascend again and soar to fine new heights of rapture. Especially when he reaches around and caresses me, the delicacy and precision of his fingers on my clitoris quite at odds with the ferocious grip he has on my hip, and the way his body batters against my tingling bottom.
    Of course, pretty soon, it’s all too much. Too much for me, as I collapse into a protoplasmic blob of overloaded nerves and orgasmic pleasure messages. Too much for him, as he shouts harshly and incoherently, and climaxes hard in a prolonged, jerking frenzy.
    We lie in a heap for an indeterminate period, gasping and glowing and knowing, somehow, that we’ve finally come home even though this is just a simple hotel room.

    Much later, we make love quietly and sweetly, and talk, just as quietly but facing many truths. He’s changed, and I’ve changed, and the new people we’ve become seem to like each other much better, besides being more in love than ever.
    “So where did you learn all this stuff?” I ask him, comfortable now in being able to do so.
    “Oh, I knew about it all along, but somehow there never seemed to be the right time or the right moment to tell you about it.” I feel sad, but he senses it, and cuddles me. “I should have…We could wasted far less time.”
    “And I had other priorities all the time. Bloody jobs. Promotions. All that crap that I hate now.” It feels good to admit that to myself as much as to James.
    “Come and work for me instead. We’re doing well, expanding, I could do with a top-notch office manager, and I can’t think of anyone better for the job than you.”
    I think about it. Not sure. Perhaps I want everything to change.
    “Or if you don’t fancy that, you can always be a gardener’s assistant and come out with me on jobs.” He kisses my hair, and I have a feeling this might be the option he prefers. It seems weird to me, but it’s a change, and a seed of real curiosity germinates. “It’s physical…wheelbarrowing earth around, sweeping up leaves, planting out under my supervision.”
    We’re lying like spoons, and he moves against me and brushes my sore bottom with his hip, his thigh…and his erection. I melt all over again, longing to be fucked.
    “And I’m a hard taskmaster, Willa,” he breathes against my skin, cupping my bottom cheek with his hand and making me squeak. “If you don’t pull your weight, I might have to punish you. And you know what that leads to afterward, don’t you?”
    I’m moving against him now, stirring the fire in my punished buttocks and the desire between my legs. Boldly, my traveling hand reaches back and