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I close my eyes as I consume the strawberry with leisure, doing exactly what Spencer suggested. Every nuance of the flavors pops out one by one, only to merge into a kaleidoscope of fruity chocolate decadence.

He licks a smear of chocolate off my bottom lip. "You look as if you might climax."

"Maybe I could."

He laves his tongue over my lips, sweeping away the last hints of chocolate there. "Let's try the rest of our snack items."

Every dish we try seems to taste more erotically delicious than the previous ones. That might be simply because we're getting more and more turned on. By the time we get to the brownies, I feel like I've got warm oil drizzled over my entire body. I've never felt so aroused and yet so relaxed at the same time. But I can't wait any longer.

And I've noticed his dick has thickened. A tiny bead of moisture clings to the crown.

I climb onto his stool, lashing my legs around his waist. "No more waiting. I need you inside me right now, Spence, buried so deep that I'll feel the tip of your dick nudging my cervix."

He grasps my ass to hoist me a few inches off his lap. "Clasp my cock, love, and guide me into your lush body."

A realization hits me, and I smack my forehead. "Forgot to bring a condom."

"I have an entire box of them in my bedroom. But I can fuck you here without letting either of us come yet."

"Delayed gratification. That's wicked hot." I clasp his dick and, with the help of his strong arms, lower myself onto his length so slowly that my heart rate accelerates and I can feel every millimeter of him sliding into my sheath. "Damn, I've never felt a man inside me so intensely."

"Your body feels like a velvet glove around me. Rock your hips, Tabitha, and have your way with me."

I lash my arms around his neck and begin a slow and steady rhythm of rocking, the pace picking up gradually. My nipples rasp across his chest, giving me an erotic jolt every time. He grips my hips firmly, guiding my movements, encouraging me to rise up and slam back down onto his lap again and again. The wet sucking sound of my juices lubricating our lovemaking fills the room.

"Bloody hell, Tabitha, I'm on the edge."

"Me too. Oh, shit, I'll come any second."

He hoists me off his lap and sets me down on my feet. "You won't come yet. We'll take a brief break."

"What?" I might have almost shrieked that word. "I'm on the edge, desperate for a climax, and you want to kick back and watch TV?"

"No, love," he says with a chuckle. "I want us to relocate to another part of the room." He hops off his stool and slaps my ass. "You'll be glad we took this break, trust me."

I do trust him, completely, so I nod my head to let him know I agree with his plan.

Spencer sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me over to the sliding glass doors that open onto the patio. He asks me to push the door open, then stalks out onto the patio with a look of sheer determination on his face. We have an amazing view of the city skyline at night, but neither of us can think about that right now. His erection keeps brushing against my ass, distracting me---and him too, I'm sure.

He notices a chaise positioned in the far corner near the railing and lays me down on the cushions. The velvety fabric feels wonderful on my skin. I raise my arms above my head to stretch my entire body, then clasp my hands above my head.

Spencer shakes his head. "Get up, love. You are going to be on top."

Chapter Seventeen

Spencer

Tabitha slides off the chaise like the cat her name implies she is, all sensual grace and feline suppleness. She leans against the wrought-metal railing to watch while I stretch out on the chaise. The moment I pored my gaze over her body stretched across that chair, I knew I wanted her to be in charge this time.

I crook a finger at her. "Come, pet, let me stroke your fur."

"Are you going to use cat metaphors the whole time?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

She pads over to the foot of the chaise and drops onto all fours. My gaze remains riveted to her as she crawls onto the chaise and walks up it like a cat stalking her prey, with her hips undulating and her tits jiggling. When she reaches my thighs, she rises to her knees and straddles me. "If you pet me in the right spot, I'll purr for you."

"I thought you didn't like cat metaphors."

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