Mr Spencer(55)

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.