The Right Turns

There was this thing he now did in public with her. He placed his hand very low into the deepest parts of her lower back. He seemed to have an ability to move her desire for him with that touch.

That spot.

That perfect spot.

The small of her back.

That.

Yeah.

That spot.

It was worse the days they went out and she was commando. It was like he took pride in making her flow. And flow did she ever. His timing, she wished she could change, but she trusting his judgment. There was a woman who was just not taking much hints that he was not interested. And just when the woman was getting close enough to get into the danger zone, he casually slipped his hand on the small of her back and stirred wild raging flames of passion. As much as she tried to stay cool and hold it, she couldn’t. He played her body with skill and made a volcanic mess of her.

The woman seemed to get the message all of a sudden and left quickly with a look of embarrassment. She couldn’t understand this. But the look of pride on his face more than made up for the confusion. He was controlling the messages her body was sending to fend off other women. She didn’t have to get all ghetto on them anymore. He would turn her on and that seemed to magically push them away, like some magical force field.

No wonder he had always insisted it was his job to keep women away from him and that she was robbing him of his masculine pleasure to protect their relationship whenever she got loud and ghetto on any threatening woman.

But, but, what if the woman was just stupidly stubborn and didn’t want to take a hint?

He assured her that should that come up, he’d signal to her to do her worse. She swelled immediately with pride that nearly burst her aorta. Her man was not only protecting the kingdom, he had a plan and a back up to that plan. She would be one of his most trusted weapons whenever that was necessary. Oh she’d be sure to make him super proud whenever she was called to unleash fury.

In one of their many lovely chats, he had brought up the fact he wanted to push the envelop of their love making. With widened eyes, she cautiously asked for more details. For her, things were so intensely good, it could not get any better. Now he was talking about bringing in more creativity and more toys.

Her mind was protesting. Her heart was palpitating. Her soul was craving. What would this be, and would it be discovered on that trip that she had gotten for her birthday?

He told her to wait patiently. The secret would be made known to her soon enough and she was perfectly OK to say no. That peaked her interest even more. How could she say no? What was that new form of play he had in mind that she would… wait… he was not going back to the whole notion of spanking again? She rubbed her tush unconsciously. She had learned her lesson. She was not going to snoop or break any of his rules.

She caught herself whimpering as she stopped herself from rubbing her tush. Her instant and full on blush could not be contained even with the flicking of her hair to cover her face. The way he lifted her chin so gently and softly, her body started to melt and mold itself into his arms.

She was intensely aware of how the heat within was now starting to radiant in bands of fire through her body has his hand slid smoothly from her chin to around her neck as he leaned in for a kiss. Her legs turned to mush and his hand found the small of her back to support her.

Any level of resistance she might have been tempted to mount was immediately chased away as her wetness flowed and lower lips opened awaiting for him to ravish her.

She was a changed woman for sure. This was not how her body used to react. It had always been slow to wake, now it was leaping into action waiting his plundering.