A Lie Unraveled by Constance Masters

back at her the same way. Nothing but pure lust was evident, his lips found hers and he kissed her, slowly deliberately. “I’ve missed this,” she said breathily.
    “I missed this too.” His hand snaked its way up her t-shirt. “And I’ve missed you.”
    Breath held in anticipation, Destiny shivered as his fingers slid over her warm skin, stopping to tease her when they reached the lace that was designed to decorate rather than cover. “Your skills have improved,” she chuckled as that garment and the jeans and panties that had still been at her knees were dispensed with. When he was a young man, he was often left clumsily fiddling for far too long with the fiddly clasps; that wasn’t the case here. When her breasts were free she lifted the t-shirt to give him access to her rosy nipples, straddling him to make it easier. “Oh yes,” she said when he took one and then the other between his teeth. Shards of pleasure flew in all directions, exciting every nerve ending as she emitted a high pitched hum.
    “You’re still beautiful,” he said, claiming her lips for another long kiss, “I want you. We should move though.”
    “Yes,” she said. He was right, but this was a dream and she was petrified; if they moved to the bedroom she might just wake up to find that none of this even happened. “Soon,” she muttered, tracing a line down his neck with her tongue. She ground her naked pussy against him; reveling in the erection that was trying to get to her through the fabric of his dress pants. It was such a turn on knowing he still wanted her.
    He tapped her bottom none too gently and said the one word that was more important than any dream. “Sophia.”
    For a few seconds, her mind cleared. “Bedroom, my bedroom,” she said, “I have a lock.”
    * * *
    In what seemed like seconds they were in her bed. Destiny went to resume their positions but Justin had other ideas.
    “Lay on your belly,” he said, his voice thick with need.
    She watched closely as he rid himself of the confines of his clothes. “So that wasn’t a gun in your pocket,” she said with a chuckle.
    He lay a pillow down in front of her and flipped her onto her tummy, slapping her bottom hard. “You need to work on doing as you’re told,” he murmured in her ear, nudging her legs apart with his knee.
    Destiny’s breath was held; she wanted him, expected him to take her then but his hand again connected with one cheek and then the other. They weren’t hard smacks like they'd been downstairs but hard enough to smart. “Justin? What the hell?”
    “Hush,” he said, making the next few spanks a little harder and faster. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
    “Um, I was ready to enjoy it, but then you started whacking me again,”
    “Trust me,” he said, his hand resuming its rhythmic spanks. “Close your eyes.”
    She did close her eyes, sighing as he rubbed gentle circles all over her bottom before starting to spank her again. Slow even spanks that felt better than she ever imagined a spanking could feel. “That’s nice,” she muttered.
    “I told you.” He went back to rubbing and dipped his fingers between her puffy lips. “You certainly do like it I see.”
    “Justin,” she said realizing what he meant and what he could see. “I want you inside me,” she said. I want your head up here and away from down there is what she really meant. It felt so good but she felt so— out in the open and exposed.
    “If you’re sure that’s what you want.” He pressed his hardened member at her entrance. “I can’t believe we’re here again.” His hands gripped her hips hard and he surged deep inside her.
    Destiny had forgotten how good it felt have this man take her like that. He covered her entire body with his own and grazed her with his stubble as he kissed her back, her shoulders, the silky soft skin at the nape of her neck.
    His hands slid from her hips to cup each flattened breast. “Oh, Desi girl, I missed you so.”
    “We were