I wake to the feeling of his warmth behind me, and I smile sleepily, relieved to know he’s still here.
Spencer…
He didn’t want to leave me last night. He wanted to sleep beside me.
I roll over to face him, and he rolls onto his back, still fast asleep.
My eyes roam over his muscular arms and broad chest, slipping lower to his chiselled stomach, and then a ‘V’ of muscles that run from his stomach to his groin.
He has short, well-kept pubic hair, and his dick is semi-hard resting up against his stomach. His legs are spread wide and even his quad muscles are large and powerful.
He’s so beautiful.
His plump lips part and his eyes flutter open.
“Hmm.” He inhales deeply and reaches for me, pulling me across his chest.
“Good morning, my angel.” He kisses my temple and holds me close.
“Good morning.” I smile goofily, dropping a chaste kiss to his chest.
Now, that’s a good way to wake up.
He runs his fingers through my hair. “How did my girl sleep?” He kisses my forehead again.
“Great, thanks.”
I can feel his erection growing harder by the second.
“Is that thing hard in your sleep?”
“Men’s testosterone is replenished while they sleep, that’s why they wake up with an erection. Testosterone is at its highest in the morning.”
“Good to know.”
“I need the bathroom,” he says. When he gets up the blanket falls off of me. Feeling self-conscious, I quickly pull it back to cover myself. He frowns when he notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply disappears into the bathroom and returns with my robe.
“Here you go, baby.” He passes it to me with a soft kiss to the lips.
“Thank you.” I smile, my heart swelling. Thoughtful.
Spencer disappears back into the bathroom.
I quickly jump up and throw the robe on. “Would you like some water?” I ask.
“Please!” he calls out.
I walk out and down the stairs to go into the bathroom down there. I don’t want him to hear me on the toilet. This is all so foreign to me. I have so much to get used to.
I wash my hands and smile goofily at my reflection in the mirror.
“Oh my God,” I mouth to the messy just fucked blonde in the reflection.
“I know,” she mouths back.
I run my hands through my hair and wash my face before I head back upstairs.
When I get there, I find Spencer in the shower, and my heart sinks.
Is he leaving?
“Charlotte, come here, angel,” he calls to me.
I twist my fingers together nervously and walk in to find him soaping up his groin. “Are you getting in with me?” he asks.
“Oh… erm.” Shit.
He smiles warmly. “I’ve already seen you naked. Just get in with me so I can wash you.” He turns his back so I’m less self-conscious.
I smile, feeling stupid, and I slowly untie my robe and take it off. Then I step in behind him.
He turns and his eyes hold mine. He wraps himself around me, pulling me under the hot water. He takes the soap and begins to wash my back, my stomach, my shoulders…. my sex, eventually turning me back to him for a kiss.
“What are you doing today?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“I’m not ready to leave you.”
“You’re not?”
“Can I stay?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.
“For as long as you want.”
“I’ll stay today and leave tonight after your guards have gone.” He exhales slowly.
“Okay.”
We kiss and he holds me tight.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
“I’m okay.” I am sore, but I want him.
Our kiss turns frantic. Eventually, he turns the shower off and pulls me out.
“I need you in bed. Now.”
He wraps me in a towel and dries me off. Before I know it, he is leading me out into the bedroom. Ah, this could be painful. I didn’t think this through at all.
“Can we try something different?” he asks.
I stare at him. Like what?
“Can you get on your knees for me?”
Still, I stare at him.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
I nod, unable to string two words together. He positions me on the bed on my knees, and then pulls me over to the side of the bed. He points to the mirror in front of us. “Watch, Charlotte.” He leans down and kisses my behind. “Watch me fuck you.”
My breath catches, and I look up into the mirror. I watch him slowly roll the condom on, putting saliva onto his fingertips before he rubs it into the lips of my sex. He hisses when he feels me. I’m already wet.
He smiles darkly at our reflections, and positions himself at my entrance before he slowly pushes himself inside.
My mouth falls open at the feel of him.
He pulls out and then pushes back in, and he gives me a sexy wink through the mirror.
Unable to help it, I giggle. “You and that wink,” I tease.
He pulls out and then slams in hard, forcing my mouth to fall open.
“No talking while I fuck you.” He smirks.
“Yes.” I smile.
“Yes, sir.”
He circles his cock deep inside of me, and that is one hell of a delicious movement. Before I know it, he has my hip bones in his hands, and he is riding me hard.
His mouth hangs slack as he watches us in the mirror, and I can do nothing but hold on. He hits me hard, his eyes flickering with arousal.
Last night was for me. This is for him.
The sheer pleasure on his face is a wonder. My breasts bounce as he hits me, and I’m totally entranced by the sight of this beautiful man in all his glory.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shudders, as if he’s about to lose control.
He reaches around and circles his thumb over my clitoris, making my body contract.
“Let me have it,” he growls as his cock hits me harder and harder.
“Oh God,” I sigh. “Oh… oh!” I cry out, and I grab the sheets beneath me as an orgasm rips through my body at once. Spencer pushes me down, forcing my arse in the air, and then he takes what he needs.
Deep, hard thrusts hit me until I’m seeing stars. He goes on and on, and then he holds himself deep inside, and I feel him jerk and lose control.
I fall to the bed in a heap. Spencer tenderly kisses my shoulder from behind. “You’re a fucking deviant,” he pants.
I smile against the sheets.
“I think I’m addicted.”
*
The hot water runs over us and I smile against the warmth of Spencer’s large chest. It’s Sunday afternoon, and we are in the shower and in some heavenly alternate universe. Spencer soaps up his hands and begins to wash me again, this is our third shower together. And I have to say, I’m addicted to having someone worship my body under hot water this way.
He rubs his two soapy hands over my breasts.
“Hmm.” He wraps his large arms around me and holds me tight. “I have to go to the pharmacy.”
“What for?”
“Condoms.”
My face falls. “Oh.” I think for a moment. “If you leave now, you can’t come back. The guards will see you.”
He frowns. “Fuck’s sake.” He exhales heavily, turns me, and continues washing my back.
“I don’t like this at all. How long are you going to hide me?” he huffs.
“I could go to the pharmacy?” I offer. “You could stay here and rest. I’ll go with the boys. Just tell me what you need.”
He turns me by the shoulders and smirks down at me. The water is running down over his face. He looks simply gorgeous.
“Don’t you think they’re going to be suspicious of you buying twenty-nine boxes of monster-cock condoms?”
I burst out laughing. “Well, probably, but how about one box of snake-cock condoms instead.” I run my fingers through his stubble. “They’ll stay outside while I go in. I do have some privacy.”
He falls serious as he stares down at me. There’s this feeling of closeness between us that I can’t explain.
“We’re good together,” he whispers.
I smile up at him. “I know.”
He kisses me and holds me tight, and the emotion in his kiss nearly tears my heart wide open.
“What are you going to cook me for dinner?” I ask, just to take the seriousness out of the situation.
He grabs my behind and pins me to the wall. “Cock stew.”
*