Page 70 of The Spice Play

The moment her fingertips slid along the sides of my pecs, I almost lost every bit of restraint I’d been clinging to.

“Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my hands to my belt and immediately getting to work freeing it. “I need you.”

I meant that, and I meant it in far more ways than just this.

She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to my chest, sucking and licking across the expanse of my pecs, and dear God I was losing it, losing my sanity, losing my will to not just force my slacks down and bury myself inside of her with no warning. I pulled my belt completely free, dropping it to the side of the chair as I watched her, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

She looked like a fucking goddess moving the way she did. And as I stared, as I helped her grind her clit against my covered cock, as I watched her hips falter again and heard her moans increase in volume and frequency, I knew she was close again. I knew she was seconds away.

But her trembling hands went to the button on my slacks at the same time as her mouth found my nipple, and I broke, completely, utterly, terrifically.

I forced her to stop her movements and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me as I picked both of us up unsteadily out of the chair, using my hand on the table for support. She mewled her complaints into my skin, her frustrations from coming to the brink of an orgasm and having it stopped crystal clear.

“Seb,” she protested, linking her arms around my neck as I walked us through to the main room. “You can’t keep carrying me around, you’ll hurt your knee.”

I almost laughed. “I don’t give a fuck about my knee right now, Penelope.”

Behind the white couch and glass coffee table,an open door led straight through to the large bedroom, and although it wasn’t my four-posted bed, it would have to be good enough.

I just didn’t have the patience to make it there.

I carried her to the other side of the living room and paused, readjusting her weight, before sandwiching her up against the wall.

“Seb?”

“I need you,” I said again, propping her up so the wall would take half her weight and my hips would take the rest. I slipped my hand below her rear, popping the button on my pants and pushing down the zipper. I was rushed, clumsy, even as I forced them and my boxers down to my thighs, groaning the moment my straining, aching cock was free from its prison. “I can’t fucking take another minute of not being inside of you.”

I readjusted her lower, held her up with one hand beneath her rear, and pressed the tip of my swollen length against her entrance.

“You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this,” she reiterated, a little chuckle getting cut short the moment I pressed in an earth-shattering inch.

“I don’t care,” I laughed. “I don’t care at all.”

“You don’t have practice—ah, fuck—tomorrow?”

I swallowed down the moan that was dying to come out as I pushed a little further, her walls closing in on me and making my head spin. “I have a… game tomorrow.”

“Seb.”

“Nelly, baby,please,” I breathed, closing the distance between our mouths to try to make her stop voicing her concerns. She moaned into me as I slid further, past the point of resistance, and sunk shakingly in down to the fucking hilt.

I could die like this.

Happy, touching her, having her.

But she put her hands on my chest and gently pushed, breaking the kiss before I could get any further with her. “Bed,” she insisted, her mouth popping open again as I pulled my hips back just an inch and sunk back in.

Why does she have to feel like heaven?

“Please, bed,” she said. Her hands moved up my chest, along my neck, until they cupped my cheeks and held me there. “I’ll just be worrying about you the whole time.”

All at once, my need to take her warred with the need to give her everything she wanted. I sighed and dropped my forehead to hers, my cock begging me to stay and my brain screaming at it to shut up. “Okay, bed,” I sighed, pressing a kiss against her cheek. “But if you think for one second that I’m not going to carry you to it, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

She chuckled in amusement as I readjusted my hands, preparing to take the full weight of her again. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to retreat from her, and I could make it the ten steps to the bed slightly unbalanced if that’s what it took.

“Wrap your legs and arms around me.”

“Like a koala?” Her legs locked around my waist, then her arms followed suit around my neck.

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