Chapter Thirty #3
I swallowed hard, nodding. He drew my panties down my thighs, past my knees and then my ankles. Then he parted my legs as wide as possible. He reached behind my back, undoing my bra too. I threw it next to us on the kitchen counter. I shoved something off the kitchen island.
A loud bang startled me. "What was that?" I asked.
"I don't care."
"Spencer! Your phone fell to the floor."
"I fucking don't care. All I want is you."
He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, then kissed down my jaw and my neck.
I spread my fingers wide on the counter, bracing myself.
He moved in a straight line even farther down below my navel, looking up at me as he brushed my clit.
I shivered. My right leg bounced lightly off the counter from a spasm as pleasure ricocheted through my body.
I gasped.
“You’re always ready. Always on edge."
He straightened up, bringing his right hand between my thighs. He moved his thumb from my clit down to my entrance, sliding it inside.
I squeezed my eyes closed, pressing my lips together. I couldn't believe how much I craved him already. "Please. I need more.”
“I’ll give you everything you need. I promise."
He kissed my shoulder. He teased me relentlessly, moving his thumb from inside me up to my clit and then down again.
Pleasure built up in my body. I surrendered completely to him.
As if in a dream, I felt him push me onto my back, and I moved my hands backwards, giving him access to my body.
I gasped when he cupped my ass cheeks and pulled my lower body closer to the edge of the counter.
I moaned when I felt the tip of his cock rub at my entrance.
I hadn't expected it, as I sat high enough on the counter that he barely could reach me. But even the light brush of the velvety skin against my center was almost too much to bear.
I blinked my eyes open and nearly came at the sight of him.
He'd only pushed his boxers down a few inches to free himself—that was how desperate he was for me.
He moved his hips back and forth, lightly rubbing the length of his erection against my opening.
I felt like I was about to explode already.
"I need you inside me," I whispered. I was begging, and I wasn't ashamed. I didn't want to let shame keep me from what I wanted: him.
"Penny, I'm dying to be inside of you, but not yet." His nostrils flared. He stopped moving, glancing around the room.
"What?" I protested.
"I need another angle. I'll lift you up in my arms."
I barely had time to grab him by his shoulders before he did just that. I dropped my head back. My clit collided with his erection, and I couldn't help myself. I moved up and down, clinging to his shoulders.
"Fuck, you're so sexy." I was desperate, and the friction was incredible.
It was almost as good as having him inside me.
Watching how much he enjoyed it filled me with pride, and I wanted to please this man for the rest of my life.
Spencer then carried me to the couch, laying me on my back and arching over me.
"No," I protested when I couldn’t feel him against my center anymore.
"Patience, Penny. Patience."
I squirmed, closing my eyes. My entire body was so damn sensitive that I felt every single caress go straight to my center. Spencer kissed my shoulders, moving his hands around my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. Then I felt the length of his cock rub up and down my clit again.
I grabbed at the couch’s pillows. I wanted to press one over my mouth, but they wouldn't budge.
"That's it. Let me hear you." His voice shook.
I moved my pelvis back and forth, needing more friction. Yet at the same time, I wanted him inside me.
"Spencer, please," I begged again, but he didn't say anything. I braced myself for him to torture me some more, but then he slid inside me. I opened my eyes wide. He was frowning, looking between us… His face was red. There was a thin sheet of perspiration on his forehead and temples.
"Penny!" He drew in a long breath. He moved his hips deliberately, pulling back until he was almost out before sliding inside to the hilt. His eyes were completely dark.
I heard the sound of something tugging at fabric.
His fingers curled on the couch cushions, and I reached my hand out to his.
He brushed my palm with his thumb and then interlaced our fingers.
At the same time, he lowered his other hand to my ass and tilted it up just a fraction of an inch.
I felt him even deeper than before as he thrust harder and harder.
I wanted to meet him halfway, but to do that, I needed to move, and right now I couldn't do that with my heels dangling in the air. "Spencer," I exclaimed.
"I know. You need more."
"Yes," I moaned.
He jerked out and immediately sat down on the carpet and pulled me over him.
I grinned. "Ah, I like this. It's such a great carpet. And so soft. Would be a pity not to use it.”
“Ride me, Penny. I want to watch you."
I lowered myself onto him right away and sat still for a few seconds.
I felt incredible and so full. I rolled my hips fast as Spencer moved in sync with me.
Then I felt his hand on my right breast drawing a circle around my nipple.
My clit pulsed, and a few seconds later, he touched me between my legs.
He drew large circles, barely brushing my clit at first. But I still buckled forward from the sensations, pressing both of my hands on his chest.
Spencer pushed himself up, driving inside me from below. I was in heaven, feeling his hand on my clit and his cock inside me.
My orgasm took him by complete surprise.
One second, I was riding him, chasing my release, and the next thing I knew, he slammed into me.
I gasped, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against his shoulder.
I felt his hand at the back of my head, keeping me in place as he drove into me even faster, and then his own release filled me.
The sounds coming out of him were loud and primal and belonged completely to me.
He was mine to love, to please, to satisfy. I couldn't be any happier.
He lay down on the carpet, arms at his side, completely spent. I took him in, loving the red tint of his skin.
"This was incredible," I murmured as I kissed around his neck.
I made to move next to him on the carpet, but he put an arm possessively around my waist. I guessed I wasn't going anywhere.
"Stay here," he said in a bossy voice.
I loved it. I mapped his chest with my lips, going from one nipple to the other. When his chest rumbled, I looked up at him to see he was grinning.
“All ready for round two?" I asked. “We have all afternoon and the whole night.”
“I figured. And I’ll pace myself accordingly.”