Thanks for the Memories
I was so tired, but I let Spencer stand me up to help me out of my dress.
“Spin around, sweetheart.”
God, I loved when he called me that. I turned so he could get the back of my dress, facing my mirror across from us.
I watched him behind me, with that hungry look in his eyes as he took me in.
He slowly undid the tie at the base of the dress, those deft fingers loosening the strings as he went.
Once it was all the way undone, he slid it down and helped me step out of it, making sure to be careful so he didn’t hurt the material of the dress.
Seeing his eyes flare with want made me so glad I decided to put on the matching black lace set at the last minute under the dress.
He stepped around me so he could lay it across the back of the chair next to the dresser, and then walked back over, stopping in front of me. He ran his fingers along my jaw, down my neck, and continued down my body, causing me to shiver and my skin to erupt in goosebumps at this touch.
“So fucking perfect,” he said into the dim, quiet room.
He kept a hand on my hip and walked back behind me and brushed my hair to the side.
“Look at yourself, Allie.” He whispered in my ear as he lifted his other hand to my chin, forcing me to meet my own gaze in the mirror.
“You. Are. Beautiful. Every part of you.” I tried to turn my head away, to break eye contact, so I didn’t overanalyze what I saw.
“No. You don’t run from me. Ever. You’re going to stop running from yourself.
Look.” The command in his voice sent a thrill through me.
“You are a goddess, Allie, and I’m here to worship at your altar.
” Oh, well, fuck me. My eyes snapped to his as he still continued to stroke his hand up and down my body in slow, agonizing strokes.
The way he constantly wanted to touch me, every lingering gaze, every honey-coated word, made me feel more and more beautiful.
I know I don’t ever need another person's approval of my own self, but damn, if the way his look alone didn’t make me want to hear him praise me all the time.
To crave that adoration from him. My skin heated as he finally moved his hand to unclasp my bra at the back, letting it fall to the floor in front of me, and my breasts broke free.
A low moan of approval slipped from his lips.
He reached around and gently palmed each of them, letting them fill his hands completely and then slightly over.
“These are perfect.” He said as he continued to gently massage them in each hand, before pinching each nipple. He moved to stand in front of me and then dropped to his knees. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my lace panties, gently tugging them down and helping me step out of them.
“This,” he said as his fingers grazed up my knee and toward the aching spot between my thighs.
“Oh, this is also perfect. You taste so good, Allie. So sweet.” He all but whimpered as he slowly and teasingly dragged his finger up and down.
Over and over again. If he didn’t do more, I was going to combust on the spot, I swear to god.
He lifted my left leg to rest on the bed and scooted closer to me.
I gripped her hair and tilted his head back.
“Do you like the look of me on my knees for you, baby girl?” I fisted his hair tighter and whimpered at his words.
Because the sight of him below me completely caused my mind to cease all function.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
Arousal was already slick between my thighs, and he had hardly touched me.
My body was so attuned to him that it only needed a few words or touches.
“You’re going to watch yourself. Understand, sweetheart?” All I could do was nod. Words seemed beyond comprehension at this moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally gave me what I wanted and dove in like a man depraved.
God, was he good too. I ran my fingers through his curls, pulling on them to get him closer, throwing my head back as I did.
Then I felt nothing except the loss of him.
I jerked my head back and was met with his scowl.
“What did I say? You watch yourself come undone for me like a good fucking slut. I don’t want to see you look away for a second. You’re going to see the beauty that I do.”
“Yes, yes, okay, I will, please don’t stop pleas—” My words cut off as he continued with that wicked tongue.
I didn’t care; I was basically begging. I can admit I’m not above it when you have someone who actually knows what they’re doing and pays attention to your body.
Watching him devour me in the mirror was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, and it was more than just seeing him on his knees and head between my legs.
It was the woman staring back at me. Pupils blown out in ecstasy, face flushed from the pleasure, and completely bare for him to see.
She was beautiful. She was confident. It started to click in my head about the beauty he saw because I loved this woman staring back at me.
Completely open and vulnerable, yet having this strong and beautiful man on his knees in front of her.
“Oh god, oh god, Spencer, right there. Please don’t stop, I'm so close.” I could feel the tingling and pleasurable sensation starting to build.
I gripped his hair tighter, probably hurting him, and rocked my hips chasing that high.
It was as if he was in tune with my body because when that wave hit him, he banded his arm behind my thighs and pulled me closer to him as I came everywhere.
Even after the orgasm subsided, he didn’t let up.
“Oh no, no, it’s so sensitive. I don’t think I can take more,” I cried as he continued to nibble and suck. He popped his mouth off and looked up at me.
“What? Does the sight of me on my knees and my face soaked from you not make you want more, pretty girl?” God, when he put it that way and looked at me with those eyes, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me, and I’d thank him after.
He stood up and fisted his hand in my hair at the base of my neck, crashing his lips to mine.
His tongue swept in, and I could taste myself.
He broke the kiss and stared at my mouth.
“I wanted to ruin that pretty red lipstick all night. All I could think about was your mouth wrapped around my cock with that lipstick smeared everywhere.” My eyes flared wide at his words, my body now aching for more.
I stepped back, lowered myself to my knees, and looked up at him.
“Then why don’t you do it, hmm?” I arched a brow in challenge at him as I reached for his belt buckle to undo it. He grabbed my hands, stopping me before I could, and I couldn’t help but pout.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?
I’m not going to take it easy. I had to watch all night as every man looked at you with fuck me eyes, walking around with that fucking dress and red lips.
Those god damn heels that made your legs look ten miles long and perfect to drape over my shoulder.
Understand me?” His jaw ticked as he ran his thumb along my lower lip.
“I understand.” I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. Something about bringing him to his knees with pleasure turned me on. The fact he was so crazy about me drove me insane.
“Fuck, woman.” He ripped open his pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to pull himself free. I licked my lips, reached forward, fisted his base, and stroked him a couple of times hard. He let out a deep groan, watching me with eyes filled with pure lust.
“Open your mouth.” Opening it as far as I could, he gripped my hair and tilted my head back, ramming into me and causing me to gag.
He pulled out long enough for me to take a breath and prepare before he continued.
There was no gentleness in this as he used me, and part of me reveled in it.
I liked giving up the control I so desperately craved in my daily life.
I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to make choices, I just existed in this moment, and I fucking loved it.
It silenced my mind in ways I never experienced before.
He continued to fuck my mouth with a primal urge.
“Fuck, look at you, taking it so well.” I continued to bob my head, picking up my pace, and meeting him thrust for thrust as he used me.
I looked up at him, and I think I could have come again from it alone.
His eyes never left mine, a feral look deep within.
It was as if I could see any sense of control he had slowly ripping away.
I gripped his thighs, pulling him in closer and deeper, and swirled my tongue around him.
Unintelligible words and moans fell from his lips, urging me on even more.
“Fuck, attagirl.” I could feel this muscle tensing, his thrust turning more sporadic. I took him even deeper, humming around him as I did, and that was it. He spilled down my throat, gripping my hair tighter, holding me in place, and making me swallow it all.
I popped him free from my mouth, and he bent down to help me to my feet. He cupped both sides of my face, wiping the tears away and looking at my mouth.
“So goddamn beautiful.” For once, I believed it. I felt it. “Come on, let's go get this makeup cleaned off in the shower.”
Spencer led me into the bathroom, flipping the light on once we entered. I went over to the counter and grabbed my makeup remover to clean everything off.
“You weren't joking about smearing this, huh? I look like The Joker,” I said, laughing as I took in my reflection in the brighter light.
“Hey, I told you I wasn’t taking it easy. At least you look like a very hot clown.” He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach as I leaned back against him.