Chapter Sixteen
Tabitha
Spencer takes the tip of one nipple into his mouth and suckles it. I arch my back and moan deeply, loving every sensation, and release any inhibitions I might still have harbored. When Spencer lifts his head to kiss me upside down, I feel like I might be floating on a slowly spinning cloud of bliss. No man has ever made love to me with his mouth the way Spencer does, and no man has ever wanted to tease me and give me a nipple-gasm either.
He flicks his tongue over one stiff peak, three times, and I jerk.
I”m breathing harder and faster, almost hyperventilating. But Spencer releases my nipple and gives me a moment to recover from that sensation. Just as my pulse and my breathing normalize, he starts up again. His lips cover all of one nipple while his hand does the same with the other, and he teases me with simultaneous tongue flicks and finger flicks. Every so often, he coils his tongue around that peak just before suckling it fiercely.
My excitement meter has rocketed up into the stratosphere.
Just when I”ve gotten used to his mouth and hand teasing, Spencer glides his palms up and down my arms while planting soft kisses over my throat and down to the center of my torso to just above my mound.
Heart racing again. Breaths shortening again.
I”ve gotten so aroused that my cream dribbles onto my inner thighs. Even I can smell how turned on I am, and a dull, throbbing ache starts up inside me. My clit throbs too, like the heartbeat of my lust for this man. ”Oh, God, Spence. Unh, I need you inside me, fucking me, right now.”
”Not just yet.” He waddles around on his knees to face me. ”But it”s time I gave you that nipple orgasm.”
”Oh, thank heavens. I might have a heart attack if you tease me any more.”
”That”s how I felt just before you made me come in your mouth. Trust me, Tabitha. I would never leave you unsatisfied.”
He kisses a path up my thigh, careful to avoid my mound, and traces that same path up to my tits. He delicately licks the nipple of one breast, making me gasp. The coolness from where he”d licked that peak arouses me even more, which seems impossible, but it”s true. Then he takes hold of the other breast. As if in slow motion, he suckles one peak and simultaneously pinches the other.
And I explode.
My back arches. My mouth falls open. I clench the sofa cushions while desperate little strangled cries burst out of me. My legs fold up at the same time that my head jerks forward, and I come. The power of this climax shocks me, the way it rolls through me like a tsunami, pulsating in my nipples, wrenching a series of whimpering cries from me. I”ve lost my breath and my ability to speak. I want to scream because this feels so fucking incredible, but I don”t have the breath to make even a tiny squeak.
Spencer lifts his head, smiling sweetly. ”I gather you enjoyed that.”
”What?” Still fighting for breaths, I push up onto my elbows to gape at him. ”I didn”t enjoy that. It was...beyond amazing. No words can describe how good that felt. You are a sex god, Spencer Halfenaked.”
He chuckles. ”Thank you for the endorsement. But we haven”t even officially shagged yet. Maybe I”m rubbish at fucking you.”
My laughter comes out as a series of snorts. ”We screwed on your desk, remember? I already know you”re phenomenal at sex.”
”Yes, and I know you”re phenomenal at giving a man head. But I don”t consider it real sex if we still have our clothes on.”
I flop back down on the cushion and exhale a long, satisfied sigh. ”Nipple-gasm is the best. But only because you gave me that feeling.”
He sits down beside the sofa, knees bent, and brushes the tips of his fingers over my cheek. ”Need a bit of recovery time, love? I know I do. Some blokes might be able to fuck a woman again ten minutes later, but I need a bit more time.”
”Yeah, me too.”
””Are you hungry? For food, I mean.”
I rub my tummy. ”Famished.”
”Shall we have dinner? Or a light snack?”
”How about a snack. We can do dinner after the next round.”
Spencer struggles a little bit as he stands up. Then he gives me a sheepish sideways glance. ”Sorry. I”m not as limber as I used to be. Back at uni, I played rugby and got injured twice. That sort of thing can have lasting side effects.”
”I bet. ”Uni ”means university, right?”
”That”s right.” He offers me his hands. ”Let”s go into the kitchen and find something to eat.”
I let him help me up. Honestly, I don”t think I could have gotten up on my own, not after that unbelievable nipple-gasm. My legs are still a little shaky. By the time we walk into the kitchen, I feel steady again.
Spencer lifts me up and sets me down on a stool at the kitchen island. ”I hope you don”t mind that I”ve already chosen foods for our snack. I went shopping last evening and bought enough ingredients to feed you both a snack and a dinner.”
”That was very thoughtful and smart.”
”Stay right there, pet, while I bring out the snacks.”
I stay rooted to my stool as I watch him lay out a series of sensual delights for us. Fresh strawberries with chocolate sauce for dipping. Brownies drizzled with vanilla icing. Garlic bread slathered with butter. Miniature crescent rolls filled with spinach artichoke dip. Mini crescent rolls glazed with butter and accented with garlic and Parmesan cheese.
”And for dessert,” Spencer tells me, ”we have red velvet brownie bites.”
”I”ve never heard of a snack with dessert. That”s usually part of dinner.”
”Most of our snack involves dessert items too. But if you would like me to throw out the brownies...”
”Oh, no, don”t you dare.” I rub my hands together. ”Mm, everything smells so damn good. Where should we start?”
He sits down on the stool beside mine and grazes his fingers down my throat. ”This is a sensual, pre-shag snack. That means we should feed each other.”
”I love that idea. May I go first?” When he nods, I pick up a strawberry, dip it into the melted chocolate, and hold it to his lips. ”Open up, Spence.”
He opens his mouth and lets me place the strawberry partly on his tongue. When he takes a bite, I keep the strawberry poised near his lips until he”s ready to devour the rest of it.
”Your turn, Tabitha.” He gets a chocolate-drizzled strawberry, and I open my mouth wide while he gently lays the whole berry on my tongue. ”Devour it slowly. Enjoy every nuance of the sensuous flavors of sweet yet tangy strawberry and rich yet almost spicy chocolate.”
I close my eyes as I consume the strawberry with leisure, doing exactly what Spencer suggested. Every nuance of the flavors pops out one by one, only to merge into a kaleidoscope of fruity chocolate decadence.
He licks a smear of chocolate off my bottom lip. ”You look as if you might climax.”
”Maybe I could.”
He laves his tongue over my lips, sweeping away the last hints of chocolate there. ”Let”s try the rest of our snack items.”
Every dish we try seems to taste more erotically delicious than the previous ones. That might be simply because we”re getting more and more turned on. By the time we get to the brownies, I feel like I”ve got warm oil drizzled over my entire body. I”ve never felt so aroused and yet so relaxed at the same time. But I can”t wait any longer.
And I”ve noticed his dick has thickened. A tiny bead of moisture clings to the crown.
I climb onto his stool, lashing my legs around his waist. ”No more waiting. I need you inside me right now, Spence, buried so deep that I”ll feel the tip of your dick nudging my cervix.”
He grasps my ass to hoist me a few inches off his lap. ”Clasp my cock, love, and guide me into your lush body.”
A realization hits me, and I smack my forehead. ”Forgot to bring a condom.”
”I have an entire box of them in my bedroom. But I can fuck you here without letting either of us come yet.”
”Delayed gratification. That”s wicked hot.” I clasp his dick and, with the help of his strong arms, lower myself onto his length so slowly that my heart rate accelerates and I can feel every millimeter of him sliding into my sheath. ”Damn, I”ve never felt a man inside me so intensely.”
”Your body feels like a velvet glove around me. Rock your hips, Tabitha, and have your way with me.”
I lash my arms around his neck and begin a slow and steady rhythm of rocking, the pace picking up gradually. My nipples rasp across his chest, giving me an erotic jolt every time. He grips my hips firmly, guiding my movements, encouraging me to rise up and slam back down onto his lap again and again. The wet sucking sound of my juices lubricating our lovemaking fills the room.
”Bloody hell, Tabitha, I”m on the edge.”
”Me too. Oh, shit, I”ll come any second.”
He hoists me off his lap and sets me down on my feet. ”You won”t come yet. We”ll take a brief break.”
”What?” I might have almost shrieked that word. ”I”m on the edge, desperate for a climax, and you want to kick back and watch TV?”
”No, love,” he says with a chuckle. ”I want us to relocate to another part of the room.” He hops off his stool and slaps my ass. ”You”ll be glad we took this break, trust me.”
I do trust him, completely, so I nod my head to let him know I agree with his plan.
Spencer sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me over to the sliding glass doors that open onto the patio. He asks me to push the door open, then stalks out onto the patio with a look of sheer determination on his face. We have an amazing view of the city skyline at night, but neither of us can think about that right now. His erection keeps brushing against my ass, distracting me---and him too, I”m sure.
He notices a chaise positioned in the far corner near the railing and lays me down on the cushions. The velvety fabric feels wonderful on my skin. I raise my arms above my head to stretch my entire body, then clasp my hands above my head.
Spencer shakes his head. ”Get up, love. You are going to be on top.”