Chapter Seventeen
Spencer
Tabitha slides off the chaise like the cat her name implies she is, all sensual grace and feline suppleness. She leans against the wrought-metal railing to watch while I stretch out on the chaise. The moment I pored my gaze over her body stretched across that chair, I knew I wanted her to be in charge this time.
I crook a finger at her. ”Come, pet, let me stroke your fur.”
”Are you going to use cat metaphors the whole time?”
”Maybe I will, maybe I won”t.”
She pads over to the foot of the chaise and drops onto all fours. My gaze remains riveted to her as she crawls onto the chaise and walks up it like a cat stalking her prey, with her hips undulating and her tits jiggling. When she reaches my thighs, she rises to her knees and straddles me. ”If you pet me in the right spot, I”ll purr for you.”
”I thought you didn”t like cat metaphors.”
”Never said that.” She inches closer, still on her knees. ”Forget about cats. Touch me and find out just how hot I am for you.”
I can”t move. Her silky voice has mesmerized me.
Tabitha stretches her arm out to me and crooks her finger the way I had done a moment ago. ”Give me your hand, Spence.”
Helpless to resist her, I hold out my hand.
She wraps her fingers around my wrist, urging me to reach out, and splays my palm over her mound. My fingers slip between her folds, and her wetness dribbles onto my palm. The aroma fills the air. I suck in a deep draft of her scent and pet her slick folds.
Tabitha sucks in a sharp breath.
I pull my hand away. Then I push my fingers into my mouth and devour her cream with languid swipes of my tongue. ”You taste better than our sensual snack foods.”
She stares at me for several seconds, eyes unblinking, lips parted. Then she grasps the base of my erection and impales herself on it. The suddenness of her action stuns a gasp from me.
”You”re quite keen on snack foods,” I say. ”If I”d known that, I would have used cooking metaphors instead of cat-related ones.”
”To hell with food. I pounced on you because of what you just did, petting me and devouring my cream. Now shut up and let me fuck you, Spence.”
I had no idea Tabitha would turn into a naughty schoolmarm in the throes. But I like it. While she begins to rock her hips gently, I grasp them to encourage her to go faster. She sets her hands on the chaise”s back. The speed of her movements increases second by second, and I can hear the wet sound of her cream lubricating her movements. I need her to go faster, but I can”t summon my voice. The only noises I manage to make are grunts and sharp hissing sounds.
Tabitha throws her head back, abandoning herself to the sensations.
I thrust a finger between her folds and rub mercilessly.
She fucks me faster, letting out wild little cries.
I buck up into her, hoisting my arse off the chaise---and she comes. ”Need to let go, but I don”t have a condom.”
Tabitha leaps off the chaise and sprints through the living room. A few seconds later, she returns to the patio and straddles my lap with a condom packet between her teeth. She rips the foil packet open. My heart races so fast that my ears start ringing. But at last, she covers my length with the condom. I waste no time, thrusting into her wildly once again while her inner muscles rouse and resume desperately clenching my cock over and over. I buck my hips up into her movements more wildly. The sensation of her body milking me does me in. With a few more punishing thrusts, I”m done.
Tabitha collapses on top of me. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her breaths come short and fast. I comb my fingers through her silky hair while I try to regain my breath too.
Why has sex never been like this before?
As our pulse rates gradually slow down, I kiss her forehead. ”If that”s how cats shag, I need to watch more nature television shows.”
She laughs, almost spluttering. ”I am not a cat, and I don”t care to emulate their mating practices.” She sets her chin on my chest, gazing at me with eyes darkened by desire. ”I love the way you fuck me, Spencer.”
”Oh, no, love. You fucked me.”
”Would you like to meet my family this weekend?”
I freeze. Did she just say... No, she couldn”t have meant that. It”s the endorphins or oxytocin or whatever that”s making her say that. ”Ask me that again after you”ve come down from the shagging high.”
”Don”t need to come down from anything.” She shifts her position to rest her tits on my chest with her arms folded across my collarbone. ”I know exactly what I”m saying, and I mean every word. Do you want to meet my family? I”d understand if they”re too kooky for you.”
”Too kooky? Darling, you haven”t met my family or my mates. I guarantee they will out-kook your family.”
”So, you do want to meet them? This weekend?”
”Yes. I insist on meeting them since I”m”---In love with you. That”s what I almost said, but I don”t want to scare her away. It”s too soon to feel that way, but I can”t convince my emotions to agree with that statement---”dating you. We are a couple, correct?”
”Of course we are.” She pushes up off my chest, using her palms to lever herself up. And she smiles. The expression is so ebullient that I suddenly realize I”m smiling at her the same way. It”s contagious. ”Asheville is about six hours away. We can take turns driving.”
”I enjoy driving.”
”So do I. We”re perfect for each other, aren”t we?”
”Yes, I think we are.” I get rid of the condom, then pull her down and encourage her to snuggle against my side. ”Would you like to meet my family? Kendall”s wedding is in a few weeks, and I”m sure he has told everyone that I have an American girlfriend. For an uptight butler, he”s shockingly good at spreading gossip.”
”But Kendall used to be a stripper. He can”t be that uptight.”
”Oh, no, trust me. Kendall was uptight even when he was doing pelvic thrusts and hip pops while ”It”s Raining Men” was playing in the background.”
Tabitha traces circles on my chest absently. ”I would love to watch you do a striptease for me.”
”Maybe I will sometime. But not out here on the patio. I might fall off the railing and become a very large insect crushed on someone”s windscreen.”
”I love your sense of humor.”
”Thank you, pet.” I slap her arse. ”Now, it”s time for dinner.”
”Mm, yes, please. I”m famished. Sex takes a lot out of a girl.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up with me as I rise from the chaise. ”You are no girl, Tabitha. You”re one hundred percent woman.”
Hand in hand, we amble back into the apartment, making a beeline for the kitchen island. I might not be a gourmet, but I learned enough from my mother to be able to craft a good meal for the woman in my life. Tabitha insists on helping me cook, and I can”t say no to her. She”s irresistible in every way.
Unfortunately, I didn”t think to buy oysters.
So what? I don”t need shellfish to get Tabitha randy.
Our romantic dinner, prepared and eaten in the nude, consists of just two dishes---seared scallops and mushroom risotto as well as butter-basted sirloin steak with sautéed onions. The scent alone makes my mouth water. For dessert, I insisted on surprising her with double chocolate mousse cake. Throughout dinner and dessert, we feed each other and kiss often. I can”t seem to stop kissing Tabitha. Her lips are soft, and she tastes like the food we”re eating.
As our dinner winds down, I detect a familiar scent in the air.
The aroma of Tabitha”s desire.
Do I have the energy to make love to her again? More importantly, will I give myself leg cramps if I exercise too soon after eating? Blimey. I”m only thirty-eight, yet I think like a senior citizen.
Except when I”m with Tabitha. She makes me feel twenty-two again.
After enjoying our romantic dinner, I invite Tabitha to sleep here tonight. Then, we can head for Asheville first thing in the morning. I sleep better than I have since the day I was born, and it”s all thanks to the woman who lies snuggled against me. We”re spooning, naturally. I love having her body molded to mine, especially her sexy arse.
Tabitha doesn”t complain at all when I wake her at six o”clock in the morning. It will take us until just past noon to reach Asheville, according to my calculations. That”s if we leave at six thirty. Tabitha agrees with my timetable. She does, however, tease me about it while we”re eating the remnants of last night”s desserts for breakfast.
”Are you always this anal about schedules?” she asks while wiping a bit of whipped cream off my lips with her thumb. ”I think it”s cute. But my family is very freewheeling, so don”t be surprised if they take a while to get used to you.”
”You”re implying I”m uptight. I”ve already explained to you that I am not like that.”
”Then go crazy and erase your timetable.”
I pull her off her stool and onto my lap. ”Maybe I need to spank you for your disobedience.”
She wraps her legs around me. ”Kind of hard to do that when I”m on your lap.”
”Watch me.” I cup her arse and give it a squeeze, then smack her bottom. ”See? I can do it when you”re on my lap.”
”I stand corrected. Spencer Halfenaked is a spanking genius.”
This conversation has gotten very strange, but that doesn”t bother me. It probably would have a few weeks ago. Not today. I”ve changed since I met Tabitha, and I love it.
Ten minutes later, we climb into my car. Duane has the weekend off, so it”s just me and the woman I adore embarking on a road trip. She wants to show me the sights, but I prefer to do that on the way home.
”Anxious to meet my family, huh?” Tabitha says from the passenger seat. ”That”s adorable, and it makes me want to lean over the center console so I can suck you off while you”re driving.”
”You have a death wish, then. I would surely veer into the other lane if you did that. We would be creamed by an eighteen-wheeler.”
She makes a dismissive noise that matches her hand gesture. ”The odds of that are less than two percent.”
”According to what data?”
”Tabitha Remington”s Bureau of Statistics.”
”I see. All right, then. I”ll swerve into the other lane since you assured me nothing bad will happen if I do that.”
She leans over the center console and palms my groin. ”Let”s do it.”
”Yes, let”s. Unzip my trousers, would you?”
Tabitha stares at me for a moment, clearly trying to determine whether I”m still teasing her. Then she settles down in her seat again. ”I think we”ve taken that joke as far as possible.”
”Yes, we have. Now, tell me all about the sights along our route.”
”Why do you want to hear about them if you won”t see them until tomorrow?”
I shrug. ”I love listening to your voice.”
She unhooks her seatbelt for the sole purpose of crawling over the console to kiss my cheek. Then she drops back onto her seat.
I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. ”What was that for?”
”You said you love listening to my voice. That”s the best compliment I”ve ever received.” She brings her mobile out of her purse and starts swiping her finger around on the screen. ”Time to tell you about the sights. I”m just doing a search for the best fun attractions.”
”But you live here. Don”t you already know about those places?”
”I live in Arlington, and I haven”t gone home as often as I should. Not because I”m embarrassed by my family. I was just always too tired to drive six hours home and back.”
”That doesn”t explain why you”re unfamiliar with the tourist sights.”
She slouches in her chair a touch. ”I drove right past all that stuff. A six-hour drive alone is, well, lonely.”
I reach over the console to give her hand a squeeze. ”You are not alone anymore.”