I’m not wearing a bra.
I slip a hand between us, rubbing against the front of his pants where his erection throbs. “Let me take care of this.”
He drops suddenly, kneeling in front of me. “You first.”
Every cell in my body exalts, like he hasn’t already given me a hundred orgasms in the last week. Somehow, I’m still starving for more.
Warm palms run up my bare legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. The warmth runs back down my limbs, all the way to my feet. “I love these.”
I stare down at the top of Spencer’s dark head. “My shoes? They’re Audrey’s.”
He looks up at me, his dark eyes hot. “Not the shoes. You. All of it.”
Did he just?—?
But I don’t have a chance to think through his words because he presses his mouth against my panties.
I gasp.
His finger slips underneath the fabric, pushing into me, only an inch.
“Spencer,” I moan.
Then he pulls my panties to one side and moves closer.
“Oh god.” I hold onto his head, my legs trembling.
His movements are careful, his tongue and lips exerting only the lightest touch.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his finger moves further, and the pressure of his mouth increases until I’m panting and squirming and he’s driving me absolutely mad with need.
His finger pushes into me fully. I’m wound as tight as a bowstring. The combination of his mouth and hands triggers my release, shooting through me with a snap and shoving me over the edge. The orgasm rushes through me, and I would collapse in a puddle if he didn’t catch me.
He scoops me up in a bridal carry and takes me over to the sofa, sitting down with me in his lap, his lips brushing against my temple, down to my ear, nibbling at my jaw while I catch my breath.
If my body wasn’t so boneless, I might be uncomfortable with the skirt still tucked up around my waist, but as it is, I can’t summon the energy to care.
I can summon the energy for something else though.
Shifting in his lap, I twist in his direction to straddle him and then kiss his beautiful mouth, our tongues brushing.
“I want you inside me,” I speak against his lips.
His hands immediately attack his pants, unbuttoning and shoving them down far enough that his erection springs free.
I’m so glad we had the STD-pregnancy-protection talk days ago. Because right now, I can pull the fabric of my underwear to the side and sink down on him in one smooth movement.
“Shit,” Spencer breathes.
For a minute, neither of us moves, gazes locked. My breath catches in my lungs, complex sensations wrenching their way through my heart.
He cups my head in warm palms, and then we’re kissing. I am moving up and down, his hips jerking underneath me.
He breaks away, gasping. “I can’t, I’m too?—”
I speed up. “It’s okay.”
His eyes meet mine and then fall shut again as pleasure picks him up and shakes him, his body shuddering and jerking against me, his head falling against my chest.
