“You are so fucking hot,” he growls.
I wiggle my hips so he knows that I want it. Our kiss turns frantic and he bites my nipple hard through my nightdress, making me yelp.
This untamed aggression in him is new.
I like it.
He holds the base of his cock up and positions me over him. I frown and come down onto him a little.
Fuck, he’s so big.
“Wiggle from side to side,” he tells me.
I shimmy and he puts his thumb over my clitoris, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I moan deeply, unable to keep my eyes from closing.
“That’s it, angel, ride my cock.”
Hearing him say that does something to my insides, and I shudder as I am flooded with wetness.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls. “You like me talking dirty to you, baby. Do you?”
I continue to wiggle down to get him in.
“You open up that creamy cunt, angel, and let me in. I’m going to give you what you need.” He bites my bottom lip and I jump. He grabs my hips and pulls me down on him with force. “I’m going to blow your fucking mind with this cock of mine.”
Goose bumps scatter my skin, and he grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my head back so his mouth can ravage mine. The kiss is out of control.
This is so different than the other times—so much better.
We keep struggling, trying to find a way for my body to accept all of him.
“Open!” he commands, pulling my hips down hard. As if my body understands who’s in control, it opens, and he slides all the way in.
Our mouths drop open together, and we stay silent, just staring at each other.
Thump, thump, thump goes my heart.
He’s so deep inside of me, so big, and so perfect.
“Did you miss me today, angel?” he whispers.
I nod, overwhelmed by the feeling of him. “Yes.”
“Does my girl need to be fucked hard when she’s missed me?”
I nod, I can’t even talk. This feeling is incredible. “Yes,” I whisper. “So hard.”
He lifts my hips and slams me back down at once, forcing me to cry out.
Oh shit…
Why did I say that for?
Spencer starts pumping me, hard. His hands are gripping and moving me with such force that the air is knocked out of my lungs.
But he wouldn’t be able to tell, because he’s totally lost all control.
His mouth is hanging open and his lips are roaming from my jaw to my nipples to my lips.
“Legs up.” He bites my nipple, paralysing me further.
I lift my legs, and he slams me back down again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls as he works.
I shudder, the feeling of him taking over me.
“Spencer,” I pant. I grip his arms for balance, the muscles there bulging as he lifts me.
Fuck, this is too hard… but too good.
I lurch forward and scream out as he slams me harder. The sound of our skin slapping echoes around my apartment, and Spencer tips his head back and groans as he comes deep inside of me. I feel his dick jerk as it empties out.
My heart is hammering in my chest and I’m struggling to catch my breath.
Honestly, this euphoric feeling he gives me with an orgasm is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
He lifts me off him carefully, positioning me so I’m sitting upright, and he pushes my legs open.
Huh? What’s he doing?
He drops between my legs, and I hold my breath, watching him as his tongue swipes through my swollen, hot flesh.
“I want your orgasm on my tongue,” he whispers darkly.
Holy fuck.
I put my hand on the back of his head and I watch him lick me up and down. His eyes are closed and it’s like he’s worshipping me. For ten minutes, he sucks and licks at me like I’m his last supper.
This can’t be happening. This is too good.
He shuffles forward and I can see that he’s still hard.
“I need you again, angel.”
I nod, my arousal tearing through my veins.
He picks me up and rolls me over so that I’m on my knees on the couch. I hear him opening another condom packet. His hand runs up and down my back and behind, and then he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back, easing himself in.
“Jesus Christ, Charlotte. You’re blowing my fucking mind here, baby.”
I smile, half in relief, half with fear.
And when he starts, I can only hold on as he takes what he needs from my body.
Which is everything.
This time, he lets go, and he’s loud, moaning and groaning as much as he wants. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His body is wet with perspiration.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He grunts again and again.
I close my eyes and try to deal with him. This is hard. God, so hard.
His grip on my hair becomes painful and I cry out.
“Come now!” he yells.
“Ah!” I cry. He’s an animal.
“Clench for me, angel. Clench and you’ll come. Trust me.”
I do as I’m told, and sure enough, it spirals, and I begin to convulse. He holds himself still, so deep inside of me, and he cries out. I feel his cock shudder before he falls forward.
We both pant in time with each other. We’re wet with perspiration, and I find myself smiling into the cushion on the sofa.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
He chuckles as his lips kiss the side of my face tenderly. “You will wear that nightdress every night from now on.”
I giggle, breathless as the two of us rest cheek to cheek. “Yes, sir.”
*
It’s later that night, and Spencer and I are facing each other in bed. My hand is in his, and he has this satisfied, dreamy look on his face. We showered and he washed me in that way I’m getting used to. He cooked me dinner and we watched a movie.
Now this.
This is something else. There’s a bond I can’t explain. It’s like I already know him, like I’ve always known him. The room is lit only by the lamp, neither of us wanting to go to sleep.
“You know, when you smile your dimples go from here,” he reaches over and touches my face, “to here.”
I smile on cue and turn my head to kiss his fingertips.
“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so much in one day,” I admit in a whisper.
He leans in and kisses me softly, his hands snaking around my waist to pull me to him.
“Me either.” He stares at me for a moment, as if he’s contemplating saying something else.
“What is it?”
He frowns. “This is new for me.”
“What is?”
He rolls onto his back and brings me with him. I lie with my head on his chest, rubbing my cheek back and forth on his skin.
“I feel like I…”
“What?”
“I can’t stand the thought of…” His voice trails off.
“Spencer?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He kisses my forehead. “It’s nothing.”
“No, tell me,” I urge. “What were you going to say?”
“Who did you sleep with Charlotte?”
What the hell is he thinking about this for?
“Why does that matter?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “It just does.”
Should I tell him? No, don’t wreck this.
“He doesn’t matter to me,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?”
I frown as I look up and watch him. What’s going through that mind of his? “Spence, why are you thinking about me with another man?”
He exhales heavily. “Because I don’t like it.”
“Like what?”
“Feeling jealous.”
I lean in and kiss his big soft lips. His tongue slowly slides through my open mouth, and that addictive feeling is there again.
Closeness.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little jealousy. I would be worried if you didn’t care.” I run my fingers through his messy blond hair.
He frowns at the ceiling as if processing my words.
“Does it normally bother you if a woman you are seeing has been with another?” I ask.
“No.”
“Would it bother you if I were with someone else now?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
I smile softly and stay silent.
It’s like he’s going through some kind of inner turmoil and doesn’t know how to handle it.
“I won’t be, Spence.” I kiss his chest. “I won’t be with anyone else. But you already know that, don’t you?”
He stares straight ahead.
“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask. “The fact that I don’t fuck around—that this is special to me?”