Chapter Fifteen #2
I hadn’t planned what I’d do when I got here; I wasn’t even sure if my guilty conscience would get the better of me and we wouldn’t make it this far. I’d assumed that if anything did happen that this time I’d take her to the bedroom and indulge in at least a little foreplay.
But it feels as if we’re self-combusting, our passion like a flame that leaps into a fire between us.
Our kisses become frantic, hungry, and demanding, hers as well as mine.
I’m hard as a rock and so turned on I’m almost throbbing, and I’m not surprised when I slide a hand down between us, inserting my thumb into her folds to explore, and discover her already swollen and slippery with moisture.
“Condom?” she whispers.
“We should slow down,” I scold, circling my thumb over her clit.
She bites her bottom lip and moans, then says, “Why?”
“Uh… I don’t know, I can’t think straight.”
She giggles and I laugh, extract my wallet, and take out a condom. “Let me do it,” she murmurs. She undoes my belt, unbuttons my trousers, carefully slides the zipper over my straining erection, then pushes down my boxers to release it.
“Spencer,” she says in such an admiring tone that my cock swells even more in appreciation. “You’re so magnificent.”
“And you’re a goddess. To look at, and in spirit.” I lift her hand and kiss her inner wrist where he was grasping it. It still shows the imprint of his fingers. She’s going to have a bruise there. I feel an uncharacteristic surge of rage. “He hurt you.”
She glances at her wrist. Then she says, “Forget him. He’s nothing.
” She tears off the packaging, places the condom on the tip of my erection, and rolls it slowly down.
“You’re everything,” she says, lifting up and guiding me inside her.
Then, keeping her gaze fixed on mine, she impales herself on me, our breaths mingling with our joint sighs.
“Fuck,” she says loudly. She moves back and lowers again, and a third time, coating me with her moisture each time, until finally our bodies are flush, and I’m buried deep inside her. Tipping back her head, she groans. “I can feel you all the way up. Ohhh… that feels so good…”
I stroke down her body, enjoying the view, and turned on by the way she’s so unashamed of showing her pleasure. She’s so open, so warm, and I love the way she wanted me so much that she pushed me onto the sofa and decided to have me there and then.
I’m not stupid—I know part of it is the shock of Connor turning up, and a desperate need to retake control, but I’m more than happy to be the recipient of that.
She lowers her mouth back to mine and kisses me as she begins to move.
I rest my hands on her hips, letting her go at her own pace, just enjoying being inside her.
Ahhh, her skin is so smooth and soft. I trail my fingers lightly up her ribs and around her back while she kisses me, and she shivers, her nipples tightening even more.
“That feels amazing,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
“Never stop touching me, Spencer.”
I’m inclined to accede to her demand, but she delves her tongue into my mouth, silencing my retort.
Her hands slide into my hair, and she kisses me deeply, claiming my mouth, her hips keeping up their relentless rocking.
I’m not going to last long like this. The sensation of being wanted, being taken with such passion, is overwhelming me.
I skim my hands around her ribs to cup her breasts again and play with her nipples, and she arches her back so I can suck them, then tease them while they’re wet, which makes her groan.
Her hips move faster, and it’s not long before she says, “Oh, mmm… oh God…”
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yeah…” She kisses me, her forehead creasing in a frown, driving her hips forward and grinding against me, and it proves to be her undoing; she shivers, shudders, then cries out as her orgasm takes her.
I hold her, loving the sensation of her clenching around me, and drinking in her pleasure as she sighs against my mouth. “Ah, baby,” I murmur, “you feel so good…”
Her body finally releases her, and she gasps and takes several deep breaths, while I kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and around to her ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, pressing my lips against her skin. “I love watching you come.”
She moves back a little, brushing her thumbs against the silver on my temples. Then she starts moving again.
“You make me feel amazing, Spencer,” she murmurs, placing light kisses on my mouth, my cheekbones, and across my eyebrows. “You know exactly how to turn me on. How to make me feel good.”
My fingers tighten on her ass. I love feeling the muscles move as she thrusts.
“I love your silver hair,” she whispers, kissing my temple, “and your smooth jaw, and your amazing mouth.” She kisses it, then continues up to my eyelids.
“And your blue eyes. And your strong body.” She drops her hands to my shirt and undoes the buttons, then pushes both sides apart.
Resting her hands on my chest, she brushes them over my skin and up to my shoulders.
“You’re in amazing shape, and you’re so strong, I love how you just pushed him across the room.
Do you know how much that turned me on?” She continues stroking me, up my neck, her thumbs brushing my throat, and then back down, feeling my collarbone, down my sternum, and teasing my nipples.
I don’t know why this girl fires me up so much, but her admiration shines from her in both her touch and her words, and it unravels me, filling me with a warm glow that travels all the way through me.
I love the way she’s riding me, thrusting her hips and driving me in and out of her. I lean my head on the back of the sofa, looking up at her, my heart racing as I feel my climax approaching at a rate of knots.
“I’m going to make you come,” she says in a sassy voice, nipping my bottom lip. “I’m going to take you all the way, Spencer, my gorgeous silver fox, are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I say hoarsely, more turned on by her declaration than I care to admit.
“Tell me how it feels,” she demands. “Where does it start?”
“In the pit of my stomach,” I murmur. “Aching and tightening.”
“Mmm…” She kisses me, apparently turned on by that. “You feel a hormone rush?”
“Yeah… building up… the anticipation… excitement.”
“Can you feel it in your balls?”
“Yeah, throbbing a bit, tightening up. Everything’s getting… sensitive…” My eyes close, and I’m starting to lose the ability to speak.
“Tell me,” she says. “Tell me when you reach the point of no return.”
“Ahhh… close… It’s coming…”
“You feel it rising from your balls, Spencer? Up through your cock?”
“Yeah…” My body stiffens, every muscle clenching, and then I exclaim as I come, ejaculating inside her. She says something, but at that point I’m just a ball of sensation, exploding into a world of ecstasy, relaxation, and pleasure.
I gasp, and she kisses me deeply, still moving, and the way her tight walls grip me as she thrusts keeps the pulses coming, drawing the orgasm out. It’s powerful and intense, and when it finally finishes, my body trembles with the release.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, cupping my face.
I give a short laugh, unable to contradict her, content to relax into the cushions and let her have her way with me.
She takes her time to kiss me, tasting me, delving her tongue into my mouth and letting it dance with mine, while my heartbeat slowly returns to normal, and my limbs gradually regain feeling.
Lifting her head, she surveys me with a smile. “Mmm. I think we need some dinner.”
In response, my stomach rumbles, and we both laugh. She kisses me, then carefully rises. “Come on,” she says softly, pulling on her dress. “Just ten minutes for the garlic bread and it’ll be ready.”
I dispose of the condom, stuff myself back in my boxers, and zip up my trousers, then follow her out to the kitchen.
“You okay?” she says, straightening after putting the tray of bread into the oven. She slides her arms around me. “You look a bit… other.”
“I feel lightheaded. I think you drained me dry.”
She giggles. “Was that a good orgasm?”
I put my arms around her. “The best. It went on forever.”
“I’m glad. It’s what you deserve after rescuing me.” She kisses my chin.
“I didn’t rescue you,” I scold. “If I hadn’t turned up, you’d have dealt with him. I have no doubt about that. You’re a very capable woman.”
Her eyebrows rise. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“I mean it. You’re confident and accomplished and talented.”
“Three things you like in a woman,” she says, smiling. She’s thinking about Eleanor. And maybe about Genevieve as well.
“Yes.” I kiss her nose. “But you’re also open with it. Not afraid to share yourself. And you’re a very sexual person. You want to have sex. You tease and respond and share your thoughts. I find that very attractive.”
“You say such nice things,” she whispers.
I open my mouth to say something, then look into her big brown eyes and feel a twinge of warning, deep inside, as if a bell has been rung and I can feel its ringing throughout my entire body.
Careful, Spencer. Careful.
“You deserve it,” I say instead, and kiss her nose. “Now what’s in the pot? It smells fantastic.”