Mr Spencer(56)

“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.”





*



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.”