“If only I could take my hands to you,” Cole murmured from down on his knees, nose against my plug-free pucker. “If only I could spank you hard.” He smacked my ass cheek lightly, his palm and the water sluicing down my skin creating a beautiful song, echoing through the marbled enclosure. I moaned, holding myself up with a hand to the glass wall. His palm landed heavier, faster, in the same place and then not, with just the right amount of hurt to make my cock perk up, but not enough to cause damage.
