19. My Personal Heaven #2
“Yes, yes, I understand. If it’s too much, I say ‘red,’ and we stop. I understand.” It came out in such a rush, but I needed him. Needed him like a fish needed water.
“Such a good fucking whore for me.” He rubbed the side of my face gently, and then bottomed out inside of me.
He wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn’t be taking it easy.
The angle he had me at made it feel impossibly deeper than before.
This was the hardest I’d ever been taken, but I wasn’t complaining one bit.
Something about how feral he was spurred me on even more.
The noises he made and the filthy words he said completely set me ablaze.
I had never been with someone who was so vocal, and I loved it.
He held my hands together, keeping me in place as he took what he wanted, leaving me completely at his mercy. The noises our bodies made and the words that left our mouths were obscene. He reached down and grabbed me by my throat, pulled my back to his front.
“Do you feel what you do to me? How insane you make me? Hmm? We fit so perfectly together, baby girl. It will always be you, Allie. Always. Fucking. You.” He growled in my ear as he reached around and started rubbing my clit.
“You’re going to come first, baby. Now come on, show me how well you can listen.
” I went careening off a cliff after those words left his mouth.
“Fuck yes, so fucking good, you feel so perfectly mine.” He stilled as he held me in place, following me off that edge.
Neither of us moved as he held me against him, brushing any hair from my face, both of us trying to slow our breathing.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I nodded my head because I, for some reason, got the overwhelming sense to cry. I must have sniffled because next thing I knew, he was lying us down, asking what was wrong, and pushing all the hair from my face.
“Nothing’s wrong, I promise. That was so so good. I’ve never had anything that amazing. I think it was just a lot, and my senses are overwhelmed. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay, it happens. Here, how about I start us a bath, and you let me hold you and take care of you?” Worry filled his gaze as he cupped my face.
“I’d like that, please.” Spencer nodded, got up, handed me my water, telling me to drink plenty because I needed it, and went to start our bath.
When he came back, he set my bottle on the nightstand, and then scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bathroom.
He gently placed me down on shaky legs so he could climb in, and then he took my hand and helped me in.
I wasn’t sure how he had the strength in him to lift me after all that, but it was nice being cared for like this.
Someone putting my needs first and making sure I’m taken care of.
“I added some Epsom salts to help with sore muscles. I hope that was ok.” I still didn’t have the strength to talk, so I nodded and lay back against him.
We sat in silence as the tub filled up while he gently massaged my neck and shoulders.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Allie? I didn’t take it too far, did I?
” His voice was laced with so much concern that it made me feel terrible.
I tilted my face toward his, our lips only inches apart.
My eyes flitted from his swollen lips to those beautiful eyes that swam with so much concern.
“No, no, I promise I’m good. Part of me has always wanted to explore different things in the bedroom, especially with some of the books I read, but I’ve never had anyone I trust enough to do so.
That was always my first priority—having a safe and trusting partner.
” Sighing, I leaned my head back against his chest as his arms snaked around my stomach.
“I trust you, though, Spence. I knew if I needed you to stop, you would without a second thought because you care. I promise I completely and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I would do it again too.” I’m not sure why I trusted this man so sincerely, but I did.
Every bone in my body knew I was safe with him.
“Okay, good, I’m just making sure. I would never want to hurt you, even accidentally.” He shut the water off and grabbed a rag from the side of the tub. “I’m going to help, okay?”
“Mhm, okay.” I could hardly keep my eyes open at this point.
He carefully reached between my thighs and cleaned anything that was left.
He set the rag on the side and then grabbed body wash and the loofah hooked at the front of the tub.
Squeezing a generous amount of the fresh-smelling wash, he took his time, being extra gentle with me as he washed me, and then made sure all the suds were rinsed off.
When we were done, he let the water out, stood up, wrapped a towel around himself, and then helped me out.
I quickly dried off, and then he picked me up and carried me back to bed.
“Here, you lie down, I’m going to put some clothes on and go let Dolly out, okay? I’ll be right back.”
“Yeah, okay, that sounds good.” I must have dozed off because I woke up to him pulling the covers back over us, and him pulling me into him.
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s just me. I’m here. Goodnight, my love, get some rest.” He kissed my forehead, and then sleep took me under.
My love. I liked the sound of that the most.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet.
Stretching out, I winced at how sore everything was.
I checked my phone for the time, and it was only a little after nine.
Tucking the covers back under my chin, With Spencer's woodsy and clean scent wrapped around me, I let the memories of last night play through my head.
His rough, calloused hands were so at odds with how reverently he worshiped my body.
The sweet kisses he placed wherever he could as he said some of the filthiest things to me.
His actions are a total juxtaposition to his usual golden retriever personality, yet somehow it made sense.
Slowly rolling out of bed and grabbing my bag, I fished out my pajamas since I went to bed without a lick of clothing on, and then went and brushed my teeth and my hair.
When I got done, I headed to the kitchen, where I assumed they were.
I stopped at the end of the hallway and took in the sight before me.
Spencer, with no shirt on, black sweat pants that sat low, coffee cup in hand, book in the other, leaned up against the bar, and Dolly was lying at his feet.
A truly delicious sight that sent shivers down my spine.
“Morning, handsome.” I smiled as I walked over to him. He set his cup and book down before wrapping me in a giant hug.
“Morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock. I don’t think I woke up at all during the night. I was worn out.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, I guess.” He chuckled as he gave me a quick kiss. “I made some cinnamon rolls and some coffee. Also, I meant to ask yesterday but got distracted. Did you have any plans today?”
“Oh, I love cinnamon rolls! And nope, nothing going on as of now. Why, what’s up?
” Passing me the simple white coffee mug he had on the counter, I set to work making a cup.
Thankfully, he had caramel creamer in the fridge, so I pulled it out and poured a generous amount.
Once I was satisfied, I walked back over to him, and he pulled me in between his legs as he leaned against the bar.
“Good, I’m taking you shopping for the formal. All on me.” I rolled my eyes at him, starting to protest, and SMACK. “Nope, no arguing.”
“Excuse me, did you just spank me?” I stared at him in disbelief.
“Eh, it was a light smack. I wouldn’t call that a spanking at all, but if you keep it up, you’ll find out exactly what I would call one.” I clenched my thighs together and winced again at the sudden sharp pain. I was so sore, good grief.
I huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “Fine, we’ll go, but I can buy myself what I need.” I didn’t need him thinking I needed a man to take care of me in any way. I was more than capable of it.
“I never said you couldn’t, and I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but I want to buy you things, and I promise it’s not an issue.
Allie, look at me. I’m being completely honest with you, money isn’t an issue for me.
I’ve saved so much over the years because I never had much of a reason to spend it, but I do now. So no complaining, okay?”
Could he read minds now as well? I swear it’s like we’re on some weird wavelength together. Well, if he truly insisted. “Okay, fine, you can take me shopping. When do you want to go?”
“After we eat breakfast, we can get ready. Do you need to go to your place for anything?”
“Nah, I didn’t know what we would do today, so I brought plenty with me. If you couldn’t tell by all the bags I brought.”
“Okay, good. Here, let me grab the cinnamon rolls out of the oven; they should be done now.”
Grabbing the oven mitts, he walked over to the oven, opening the door and sending a blast of heat into the small space. Hit with the scent of cinnamon again as he set them on the bar so he could ice them. The smell was heavenly, making my mouth water. My stomach let out a loud growl in agreement.
Coffee in hand, I padded over to his cabinets and drawers to scour through them to find the plates and silverware.
Successfully finding both and passing them to Spencer, he plated us both a giant gooey roll.
We sat on the couch together, eating our breakfast and sipping on our coffee.
Dolly was curled up next to him while my feet were slung in his lap.
I texted Emma letting her know what I would be doing today, and that if she needed anything, to call me and I’d be there.