He feels so good.
He leans and rests on one elbow, and with his eyes locked on mine, Spencer slides his hand into my underwear, sweeping his fingers through my wet, swollen flesh.
“Fuck me, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispers. “You’re soaking.”
I grip his forearm, eyes searching his. I should stop him… but I don’t want to.
His fingers begin to circle my clitoris, and I begin to see stars.
“Spence,” I moan, my back arching off the bed.
This is something else. It’s not at all awkward or horrible like I’d imagined it could be.
Spencer sits me up and reaches around to unclip my bra. His smile breaks free when his eyes drop to my full beasts. He leans down and kisses each of them in reverence. “So… beautiful.”
He slowly slides my underwear down my legs, removing and discarding them to the side.
“Fucking hell.” He groans, his hips driving forward without thought.
I close my eyes to try and block him out. All of this adoration from him is frying my brain.
I watch as his lips drop to my nipple, and he sucks carefully, his eyes closing.
“Hell, Charlotte, you are fucking delicious.”
I rock against him, our eyes are locked. His fingers circle and tease me, the sound of my arousal hanging in the air.
Is being this wet normal?
This is the weirdest thing. My body already knows what to do.
“That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”
I pant and my legs clamp shut at once, but Spencer continues to circle… and circle, and… oh my fucking God.
He pulls his fingers out, and I blink rapidly.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, lifting my head from the pillow.
“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” He smiles and throws me a sexy wink.
I pant wildly, and my head flops back to the bed with a thud.
That wink is the Devil at work, I swear. It could talk me into anything.
“Keep your eyes on my face,” he instructs as he hops out of his pants.
When he pulls down his briefs, my eyes widen in horror.
“You’re an appalling liar, Spencer Jones. That is not the smallest dick in the world.” I gasp. “That’s the biggest.”
His dick is large and hangs heavily between his legs. It’s dark pink and engorged with thick veins running down the length of it.
Good God.
Heaven help me. It looks scary… and hungry.
“I told you not to look there.” He smirks. He digs in the pocket of his trousers and takes out three condoms, placing them on the side table.
Oh my God, oh my God…
He pushes me back down on the mattress, and then he kisses my breasts, my stomach, travelling lower and lower until I find myself cringing.
“No, Spence,” I whisper, placing my hands on the back of his head.
“What?” He looks up.
I shake my head. “Not that. Not tonight.” God, that’s just too intimate. I can’t stand the thought of it.
His face falls and I can see his disappointment, I internally kick myself. Damn it, …why did I say that?
“Okay, baby,” he whispers softly.
“I… I’m sorry.” I put my hand over my face.
“Don’t be sorry.” He crawls back up to lie beside me, smiling as he leans onto his elbow and looks down on me.
I run my fingers through his stubble and stare up at him.
“You’re staring,” I whisper.
“I know.” He leans down and kisses me. “You make me nervous, Charlotte.” He takes my hand and puts it over his heart where a hard, heavy thumping beats beneath my palm.
My eyes search his. “Why would you be nervous?”
“They were right. You are completely out of my league.”
I smile softly. “Let’s just pretend it’s your first time, too.”
He chuckles and rolls over me, never breaking our kiss.
“How did you lose your virginity?” I ask him.
He spreads my legs and pushes a finger inside of me. “You don’t want to know.”
My mouth falls open…
Oh God.
Satisfaction flashes across his face as he watches me, and he adds another finger, grinding himself against my hip to relieve some of his own tension. Another finger is slipped inside of me, and my head falls back. Slowly in and slowly out, his circular movements stretch me. I can hear the sound of my arousal as he works my body.
“Open your legs wider, angel,” he whispers.
My body rocks from the pressure of his fingers, and I shudder. He slowly pulls his hand away.
“You’re ready,” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. Am I?
Will I ever be ready for this?
He grabs a condom and rolls it on, and then with a succession of perfect kisses, Spencer rises above me.
“I’m just going to go quick, angel, okay? There is no easy way. It will sting for only a moment, I promise you.”
I stare up at him and my heart swells. Even as aroused as he is, he’s thinking of me, conscious of not hurting me.
“I trust you.” My breaths quiver as I stare up at him. He positions himself at my entrance and smiles down at me.
I giggle at the pure mischief on his face. “That is the look of the Devil if ever I saw it.”
He smirks coyly, and then he pushes forward and pins me to the mattress as hard as he can.
I cling to him, my face twisting in pain.
“Ooh…” I whimper.
His eyes find mine and I see confusion staring back at me. That’s when I know… he knows.
Suddenly I’m panicked, and this is too much… too intense.
“Spence,” I whisper.
“It’s okay, angel.” He slowly pulls out. “Kiss me,” he breathes before he pushes himself back in.
We kiss, tenderly and loving at first, as he slowly eases himself in and out. His breaths are ragged, and he jerks and shudders. His face is twisted up, like he’s the one in pain.
“W-what’s wrong?” I stammer, holding his face.
“Fuck.” He groans. “Angel, you feel too good. I can hardly hold it.”
What?
He closes his eyes, and I feel like he is trying to block me out while he gets into a rhythm; in, out… in… out.
It burns like fire.
He goes deeper and circles his arse, trying again to stretch me open. I get my first taste of pleasure and I can’t help but smile up at him.
His eyes open and see me. “You like that?”
I nod.
He does it again, and my smile grows.
“God, I do like that,” I rasp.
“What about when I do this?” He moves forward with force, almost winding me.
I frown, but not because I’m in pain, and Spencer circles again forcing me to smile.
He grabs my ankle and wraps my leg around his hip, and then he begins some kind of heavenly circular rhythm, while I feel like I’m going out of my damn mind.
His lips descend on mine, his hands finding their way underneath my behind as he lifts my body onto his so his dick is deep inside me… stretching me in ways that feel impossible.
Something deep inside begins to build, and I grip his shoulders to get closer to him. “Spence?”
“I know, angel. So fucking good.”
Our bodies begin to slap together, and I suddenly lurch forward, overcome with a feeling. I shudder and moan deeply, feeling a release from deep within me.
“Oh… fuck.” He groans, and he begins to hit me hard.
Slap, slap, slap goes our skin.
His eyes roll back and then he holds himself still, deep within me, unable to stop the sound of ecstasy leaving his lips.
I smile and cling to him. Did he just…?
He drops his head to my shoulder, and the two of us lay there panting. I can feel his heart beating hard against mine.
“You didn’t tell me you were in the Guinness Book of Records, too.” He pants.
“What for?” I frown.
“The most perfect sex of all time.”
He kisses me and holds me close, making me feel overcome with emotion.
He holds me tight as we pant and our hearts beat hard.
This feels special and intimate and I smile broadly as a silly thought crosses my mind.
“And just like that, Dolce fucked Gabbana.”
Spencer bursts out laughing and rolls off me, falling beside me as his deep belly laugh breaks the tension.
I smirk and lean on my elbow, resting my cheek in the palm of my hand. “What?”
“I think it’s Gabbana who fucked Dolce.”
I giggle; his joy is infectious. “Yeah, well, shut up or I’ll do it again.”
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