19. My Personal Heaven
My Personal Heaven
I have never in my life been so forward or controlling in the bedroom, but there’s something about him that gives me this extra confidence to not feel ashamed of taking what I want. The eagerness and hungry look in his eyes also helped.
His ocean blue eyes darkened and looked as if a storm was brewing when I told him he was my good boy and what exactly he was going to do. And holy shit, was he exceeding at it, and then some.
I tried to sit up some to make sure I wasn’t suffocating him, but all that accomplished was him banding his arms around my thighs, keeping me firmly in place.
The way he devoured me left no room for any doubt that he wanted this, that he was enjoying himself immensely.
The noises I made were a jumbled mess since I couldn’t think straight.
I was already so close and could feel the ending steadily building up inside me.
Each flick and moan caused a steady swell of pleasure.
I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy on his face as I did.
Spencer dug his fingers into my hips and thighs hard enough to bruise, and I could feel him moan against me, causing little zaps of pleasure to shoot throughout my core when he did.
He moved a hand to slide a finger into my dripping core, and holy hell, I didn’t know it could feel like this.
Every thought in my brain was silent, and all I could focus on was us. Nothing was flitting in and out about plans that needed to be made, errands I needed to run, no. It was only Spencer and the intense feeling of ecstasy.
The wave of pleasure crescendoed until it slammed into me at full force, sending me crashing overboard. I braced my hand against the wall while he pulled me even closer and continued to lick everywhere, not letting a single drop be missed.
Coming down from my high, I slowly lifted up and scooted back so I was sitting in his lap. Spencer wasted no time sitting up and slamming his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. Fuck this was hot.
“You taste like pure heaven, and I will do anything to praise you over and over.” This man's mouth should come with a warning.
He continued to kiss me, wrapping his fingers in my hair and lightly pulling.
I could feel him getting hard again. Without thinking, I started to grind myself back and forth against him.
He let out a growl as his hands roamed my body.
The effect I had on him only boosted my ego.
“That’s it, sweetheart, use me. Take whatever you fucking want from me. My body, mind, and soul are yours.” He gripped my thighs while I continued using him. A layer of sweat coated our skin, and my breathing was ragged.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes there!” I shattered against him again, head thrown back in utter bliss.
Two orgasms back to back were insane to me, and something I didn’t think was possible either.
Spencer already knew how to work my body in just the right way.
He knew exactly what notes to play to make my body sing the most beautiful melody.
“That’s it, baby, breathe. Look at you and how stunning you are.
” He brushed the hair out of my face that I hadn’t realized had fallen, placing gentle kisses on my lips, nose, and forehead.
Goosebumps broke out across my skin from his touch.
He placed another kiss on my lips and whispered against them, “We’re not done yet, though. ”
That eagerness in his eyes to follow me earlier changed to something carnal and demanding.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his glasses and quickly shoved them on.
“There’s no taking it easy tonight, sweetheart.
Understand?” I simply shook my head because when the fuck did the tables turn?
I was too tired to fight against it, though, already completely spent.
He lifted me up, lined himself up with my entrance, and then slowly lowered me down onto him, inch by torturous inch.
My eyes popped open. “Holy shit, I—it’s all so sensitive, I don’t think I can take anymore, Spence, please. Too much. Too big.”
“Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he crooned into my ear as I lay my head against his shoulder and dug my nails into his broad shoulders, leaving little crescents in his skin.
“You can take everything I give you and then some, can’t you?
” He allowed me a moment to adjust to his size, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs in a soothing motion.
“Now it’s your turn to follow instructions.
You’re going to be a good fucking girl, and you’re going to ride me till you’re coming all over my cock.
” He thrust his hips up and, god, I’ve never felt so full.
My skin heated, and my heart pounded in my chest, feeling like it was going to give out. Every inch of me was growing increasingly aware of where our bodies are connected. The fact that he could see every inch of me on display.
The softness of my stomach, the way my thighs spread out more as I was seated in his lap, or that my boobs hung a little lower and heavier since they were on the larger size.
I waited for the insecurity and doubt to creep in, to rear its ugly head and ruin this moment, but it didn’t. All I saw was Spencer’s hungry gaze taking me in. No part of me was left undiscovered by his exploring gaze. If anything, I felt powerful. In control. And, boy, did I love that feeling.
I started to move, bouncing up and down, showing him just how good I was.
He tilted his head back, praises of me falling from his lips, which only drove me to go faster because fuck did I love him praising me.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed.
My hands roamed over him greedily and hungrily.
Those fucking biceps that I wanted to sink my teeth into, and that curly hair that made me feral.
The way my body responded to him as if it had a mind of its own astounded me.
“That’s it, Allie, that’s it, you’re so close, baby, I can feel it.
Come on, let me see you come.” He added a little more pressure to my throat, causing black dots to dance across my eyes as they fluttered closed.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.” I was done for.
My eyes locked onto his and that hungry gaze, and I shattered.
The third orgasm washed over me stronger than the last. He released his hand from my throat, and I clawed at his shoulders, back, anywhere I could reach as I rode out my pleasure.
Spencer gripped me even tighter, slamming into me relentlessly, his rhythm choppy and his breathing labored.
Then he was falling with me, screaming my name as he did.
The neighbors would know our names by the time the night was over.
“You did so good, baby,” he said as he lay his forehead against mine. Taking in a few deep breaths and running his nose along my neck, leaving small kisses up and down till he was back at my ear. “But we’re still not done. I want one more from you. Can you do that for me?”
My eyes flew open. What did he mean, not done?
“I—I don’t know, I’m so sore, I don’t know if I can.
” Two orgasms were insane enough, but a third that happened with just penetration was unheard of for me.
For the most part, I needed to have both internal and external stimulation to finish with a partner.
There was absolutely no way he could pull a fourth from me.
No way in hell. Nope, not happening, champ.
“I’ll take care of you, don't worry. You’re so perfect, you can do it for me, can’t you, pretty girl?
” I wasn’t sure that I could, but the way he was so gentle as he peppered kisses along my shoulder, chin, and stopping once he reached the shell of my ear—that only caused a shiver to snake down my spine, made me eager to do anything for him.
“O-okay, I’ll try,” I stammered out.
“Atta girl. Get on your hands and knees, face down on the mattress, and hands behind your back.”
He helped carefully lift me off of him and maneuvered me into the position he wanted me in, making sure to be gentle with me while he did. I felt so exposed, especially since I didn’t feel him get back on the bed.
“Spencer? What are you doing?” With my face turned sideways on the bed, it was impossible to see where he was.
“I’m just enjoying the work of art. Such a beautiful masterpiece.
” His words set my skin on fire. I let out a small whine, wanting him to touch me.
“Everything about you is perfect, Allie.” He rubbed his hands from my feet, up my calves, my thighs, up to my ass, and all along my back.
He rubbed every inch of my exposed skin, worshiping every curve and divot, occasionally leaving kisses after he did.
If there was one thing I was learning about him, it was that he loved touching me in any way he could. He sat back on his knees and grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands, spreading me so I was even more on display for him.
“Fuck me,” he growled appreciatively. My thighs clenched together, and my nipples tightened even further. I shifted, trying to alleviate the building ache. Spencer kissed up my spine, laying himself against my back as he did. “People went to war for women as beautiful as you.”
“Spencer, please. Touch me.” I wasn’t above begging at this point.
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? You want me to fill you back up, baby girl?” Fuck I liked it when he called me that too.
“Yes, please.” I wiggled my ass to entice him more.
“Since you were so polite and said please.” He sat back up, grabbed my hands behind my back, and started to push into me.
“If it’s too much, you say ‘red,’ and we stop.
Otherwise, you take everything I give you.
” I nodded my head vigorously, needing him to touch me.
“Use your words, Allie. I need to hear you say you understand this.”