Page 69 of The Spice Play

“So greedy,” I mused. I kept my thumb circling her clit but popped my head up just a tad, watching her move with heavy eyes. “You want to be filled?”

“Yes,” she rasped. Her eyes locked to mine, her chin nearly touching her chest. They were wild, wide open,hungry. Looking at her like this, nude and propped up as I worked her fully clothed, felt almost nostalgic — but I wouldn’t have to go home aching this time.

I wrapped my hand around the hardened mass in my slacks, so tempted to break and take what I ached for, but that hand could be put to use in far better ways. “You can’t have me yet,” I said, chuckling as her brows furrowed into a look of disappointment.

Her hips bucked toward me, a silent yet demanding plea. “What is this, a lesson on frustration?”

Abandoning her clit, I dug those fingers into her thigh instead and left my cock with my other hand, nearly growling from my own pent-up desires, no longer getting attention. I dragged my middle finger along her entrance, forcing her body to shiver, before slowly sinking it inside ofher.So fucking wet.“This isn’t a lesson this time,” I breathed.

And I latched my mouth directly onto her clit.

She nearly jumped as I slid a second finger in at the same time, sucking that sensitive little bundle of nerves right in between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. Curling my fingers inside of her, I pressed up against the little rough patch she’d nearly shrieked at the first time I’d touched her, and a sound broke from her that I felt positively honored to witness.

Another finger, and those sounds turned to gibberish, broken words and half-formedpleases dripping from her mouth like saliva. Her fingers knotted in my hair, holding me to her. She felt like heaven wrapped around my digits, and all I could think of was her, how she sounded, how she tasted, how she would feel wrapped around my cock. I knew, and I needed it, needed it like I was suffocating and she was air, but I just had to hold off. I could hold off.

A fourth finger, and she opened up further, taking it like a goddamn champ. Every rough plunge had her gasping, every drag of my teeth or my tongue against her clit had her tugging at my hair and causing little pinpricks of pain across my scalp.

I never wanted to stop.

The feel of the backs of my knuckles slipping against warm, wet skin made me want to push her, wanted to see just how far I could go with her, and the moment I tucked my thumb into the cone I was making with my fingers, she broke around me. It was violent and unexpected, coming on without a hint of warning — just a garbled, raspy scream clawing its way from her throat and her muscles clenching around me like a vice before relaxing entirely, twitching.

Thank fuck we weren’t at home for that, or she’d have woken Matty even from the guesthouse.

She leaked across my hand as I slowly withdrew it, sticky and stringy. I lifted my mouth from her and pulled her body across the table, stroking her gently in circles around her clit to drag her through each wave. Her rear slunk down as it passed the edge, forcing her back up just enough that I could drop her into my lap.

“Good job,” I praised her, taking her slightly lolling head in my hand as I kept up the soft little circles between her thighs. Her half-closed eyes blinked heavily at me, her come-down still in full swing.

I brought my lips to hers, not caring if my entire mouth and chin were damp. I kissed her, and she grabbed my lapels with shaking hands, her hips raising just enough to tell me that she was getting sensitive and it was too much.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to overwhelm her, especially when I knew she thrived on it.

I slipped my hand from between us and forced her hips back down, pushing the center of her onto the straining bulge beneath my trousers.

“Can you feel how hard I am?” I asked, my lips hovering against hers. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?”

She nodded weakly.

“Grind on it,” I ordered.

“I’ll ruin your suit?—”

I slipped my hand into her hair, fisting the strands into one handful and tugging just enough to show her I was serious. “I’ll buy a new one.”

Hesitantly, shakily, she shifted forward, dragging herself along me the way she had that first time she’d had me inside of her. But this time, she was empty, this time she was sensitive,this time she was drunk on her own pleasure with her mouth lazily moving against mine.

This time, I wasn’t trying to teach her anything. This time, I just wanted to be with her.

It wasbarelyenough friction to feel worth it, but seeing her like this did something positively carnal to me. “Good fucking girl,” I grunted, tugging on her hair a little harder, moving my kisses to her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. Every time her hips shifted back, I couldseethe little mess she was making. “Do you like that?”

She nodded, pulling at the hair I held in my hand.

“I’ve got half a mind to make you do this to every suit I own,” I laughed, encouraging her forward as her hips began to shake, her movements a little choppy.

She nodded again, laughing weakly before it turned into a moan, her hands desperately pushing my jacket to my shoulders. I let her this time, removing my hands from her just long enough for it to slip down off my shoulders and fall between my back and the chair.

Nelly went for my tie next, pulling it, loosening it as her moans grew louder, needier, hungrier. I helped her, leaving her to her own devices with her shaking hips and pulling it clean off. I popped my buttons as I leaned back on the chair, still holding her hair with one hand, and justwatchedas she moved, my gaze flicking from her body to her parted lips to her eyes. One quick movement, and I pulled the fabric from where it was tucked beneath my slacks and belt, freeing the entirety of my chest and stomach for her.

Her hands touched my chest, dragging across each sensitive muscle. I let out a wobbly breath as I pulled my shirt over my shoulders, giving her more to play with, more to graze.

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