Chapter Fifteen
Spencer
If I”d thought her bra would split apart when I yanked on it hard enough, I was a bloody fool. Three times I try, and three times the blasted thing won”t give way. It always looks so easy in films and television series. One good yank always destroys a woman”s bra. I probably shouldn”t take my cues from fiction.
Tabitha spins around. ”I”m sure you can get the clasps. Hurry, please, I need you inside me so badly.”
”I need that too. Might have a stroke if this takes much longer.”
I fumble with the tiny clasps and begin to sweat from the effort. Then, at last, the clasps break apart. I grab a fistful of her knickers and yank them down. They drop to her ankles, and she kicks them away.
Tabitha turns toward me again. Her attention drifts downward. ”Get rid of your underwear, Spence, right now. I”m about ready to jump you right here on the floor if you don”t get naked immediately.”
I shed my briefs.
She pores her gaze over my entire body, even walking around me in a circle to ensure she gets the best view. ”Damn, Spence, you”ve been hiding all those muscles under sexy suits. I had no idea you worked out this much.”
”Never used to care about having powerful muscles. Kendall convinced me I should work out more---for my health, naturally. It was a ploy, though. He and Rachelle decided that I need a girlfriend and women love muscular men.”
She stares at my bobbing erection even while she speaks to me. ”But you went along with their ploy anyway. Sounds like you were hoping they”d find you a girl.”
”In a way, they did.” I sling an arm around her waist, crushing her to my body. ”After all, my family convinced me to take the promotion that brought me to America---and you.”
”Your promotion was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I try to speak, but she seals two fingers over my lips. Then she wags a finger at me, shaking her head too. What else can I do? Give in to her, that”s what.
Tabitha shimmies her hips as she gradually lowers her body until she”s kneeling with my cock directly in front of her face. But she doesn”t go down on me, not yet. Instead, she begins by placing soft, wet, warm kisses on my inner thighs while inching ever closer to my cock without touching it. Her heated breaths tantalize my skin, and I”m suddenly breathing harder. The vixen clearly enjoys tormenting me this way. I can smell how aroused she is.
But when she kisses my bollocks, I nearly lose my balance. How could any bloke stay upright when a woman like her is devouring him? Somehow, I do stop myself from tumbling over backward. And I won”t tell her to stop. This feels too incredible.
”Fuck, Tabitha,” I groan. ”You”re a wicked temptress, and I love it.”
Rather than responding, she kisses and licks her way up my cock until she reaches the crown. When she rolls her eyes upward to gaze into my eyes, she rasps her tongue over the head of my cock. I suck in a sharp breath. Tabitha takes hold of the base of my erection with one hand, then takes me into her mouth inch by inch, driving me mad with light flicks of her tongue and a gentle sucking motion as if she”s determined to shatter my willpower.
Not that I”ve had much of that when I”m alone with her.
She runs her tongue over the rim of my crown, then slips it just under that spot. The way she gently sucks and licks makes me struggle to catch my breath. But when she sneaks two fingers behind my balls and strokes the flesh there, I feel as if I might explode any second. But she”s too clever to think I want her to finish me off just yet. I”m loving every second of her delicious torture.
Her fingers tease the skin behind my bollocks. I groan more deeply than I ever imagined a bloke could. But when she releases my cock, urging me to spread my thighs a bit, she pushes her face between my legs to tease me with hungry licks of the sensitive skin behind my bollocks. A choked cry bursts out of me.
And she pulls away, smiling up at me like the snake that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden. ”How am I doing so far?”
”Bloody brilliant.”
”Time for the pièce de résistance.” She slides her tongue over her lips, staring directly at my erection for a moment. Then she spreads her palms over my chest. ”You”re slightly flushed, Spence. That means it”s go time.”
She swallows my cock, sucking while she pumps me from the other end. I stiffen, overcome by the swift, electrical spasms that barrel down my spine.
And I come.
Tabitha doesn”t pull her mouth away to finish me off with her hand. No, she swallows every last bit of what my body gives her, grunting softly as if she loves the taste of it---of me. I shout as the last spasms fade away.
Finally, the woman who just blew me away in every sense imaginable sits back on her heels and rubs her lips together. ”You taste so damn good.”
”I need to taste you now, pet.” Holding out my hands, I help her get up off the floor. ”Let”s move over to the sofa. I want you lying on a soft, plush surface.”
She grasps my face and kisses me hard.
”What was that for?” I ask.
”Nothing. Everything. You”re amazing, Spence.”
”But I haven”t even made you come yet.”
”You will, though, and I”ve been wet since the moment you suggested tonight would be the night.” She slides a hand down her belly, moving ever closer to the hairs between those luscious thighs. ”Hurry, Spence, before I take matters into my own hands.”
I sweep her up in my arms and stalk over to the sofa, gently laying her down on the velvety cushions. ”Scoot backward a touch, please, and lay your head on the armrest.”
Once she stretches that body out on the sofa, with her head in position, I allow myself a moment to admire the sensual beauty of her body. Those full tits. The dusky rose of her nipples. The curve of her hips, and her perfectly round navel. I could do nothing but admire her body for days on end.
But I need to taste her. Right now.
I perch on the sofa”s edge and skate my hands up and down her legs.
She writhes and bites her lip.
When I bend over to pull her big toe into my mouth, she grasps the sofa”s arm above her head. Encouraged by her responses, I slide off the sofa to kneel beside her. Now, I have the best vantage from which to worship her. I take hold of one ankle, urging her to bend her knee and rest it against the sofa”s back. She watches with her bottom lip caught between her teeth while I urge her to tilt the other leg toward me. The scent of her cream drives me mad, but now that I have her opened up for me like a tropical flower, it”s time to begin.
The hairs between her thighs glisten with drops of her own dew.
I splay my palm over her mound to pet her delicately. She arches her back, clenching the sofa”s arm even harder. I push one finger between her folds, rubbing in slow circles while she watches my every move and her cream covers my palm. The scent is almost drugging, and I”m sure I will become hooked on the flavor of her desire before the night is done.
When I pull my hand away, she makes an annoyed little sound.
”Don”t worry, love,” I tell her. ”I”m not done with you. But hold still, please.”
Her brows wrinkle in the sweetest expression of confusion.
I move to the end of the sofa, kneeling behind her head. Her brows wrinkle even more when I cup her tits and massage the stiff peaks. A quick flick of my fingernail over one nipple makes her jerk and cry out. ”Have you ever experienced a nipple orgasm?”
”No, but I”ve heard of that.”
”Tonight, I”d like to try pleasuring you that way---as an appetizer. The main course will be my mouth devouring you.”
”Please try the nipple-gasm thing. I”ve never had much luck with that on my own.”
”Then let”s give it a go, starting with foreplay.”
I lay both my palms over her collarbone, splaying my fingers as I delicately glide my hands down her torso, avoiding her tits for now, moving my palms ever downward between those lush mounds. Then I cup her breasts and gently massage them without touching the nipples. They”ve grown stiffer and darker, engorged and ready to be teased.
To make this woman come for me over and over... That just might get me hard again in record time.