Page 71 of The Spice Play

“Exactly like a koala,” I laughed.

I took the rest of her weight, finding my footing on shaky legs, andfuck, okay, she had a point — my knee twinged. But I had just enough in me to get into the bedroom, cross the carpeted floor, and lower both of us onto the bed with her beneath me.

And that was as far as my willpower would take me.

“Thank you?—”

I cut her off with a single thrust of my hips, turning the end ofher words into a little yelp. But then her eyes were rolling back, her head digging into the mattress as her back arched, my cock buried so deep inside of her I was convinced it would never come out.

Her mouth parted in a moan and I seized my opportunity, hooking my first two fingers behind her bottom teeth. I turned her head, opening her neck up for me fully, and did the thing I’d had flickering thoughts of for months now.

I made my mark.

I felt like a fucking teenager, but I wanted to mark her, wanted to look at it after and know that I’d done that, know that if we ran into Morris and Ruby on our way out in the morning that they’d see it, know that at least for now, I was claiming her. My mouth locked on, my teeth clamping down, and Isucked.

She moaned out her laughter, her fingers burying in my hair. “Are you giving me a fucking hickey, Seb?”

I grunted my reply, the sound muffled from my mouth on her neck. My hips had a mind of their own, driving into her over and over and over, getting me drunk on the pleasure she provided so easily. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I dragged them down between our bodies, sliding them over her mound and dipping them just above where we connected.

I zeroed in as I relinquished her flesh from my mouth, remembering the pressure she liked and giving it to her while I made little circles on her clit. Unfocused eyes struggled to see exactly how much of a mark I’d made, but as I pulled back, the little broken blood vessels became evident, painting a little patch of her skin light red.

Just the sight of it was enough to make me moan.

It would deepen by morning, I was positive, and with every thrust of my cock into her, every slide of her wallsagainst my length, I couldn’t help but want to beg her to come to the game tomorrow or move back in or be more than just Matty’s nanny. I couldn’t help but want her in any way she’d give to me.

I’d fallen too hard, and there was no chance of me climbing my way back out.

“I want you,” I whispered, dropping my head back into the crook of her neck. I showed her with kisses, adjusted my angle to one I knew she’d prefer, one that got me deeper — I tried to convey the rest of the things I struggled to say with my body instead. “I want this. In case you forgot.”

“Fuck,” she moaned. Her fingers tugged at the hair on the back of my head, her face turning just enough that her lips scraped against my cheek. “I do, too. In caseyouforgot.”

The ache in my chest felt so contradictory to the almost unbearable bliss of her that it made my head spin, but I kept at it, moved faster, deeper, her walls shuddering around me as I sunk deep enough to bottom out. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I rasped. She clenched, and any other time, any other day, I would have gone rougher with her, I would have grabbed her by the hair and forced her onto her front, would have fucked her so hard that she left an impression in the mattress… but at that exact moment, that wasn’t what I wanted, and I could only hope that the same was true for her.

Instead, I lifted my head, kept my digits steady on her clit, and found her hand with my free one. I slipped my fingers into her palm, using them to spread hers open, and interlocked our hands as I kissed her.

And God, she kissed me back.

Her noises filled the spaces between our mouths, her body arching up to press into mine, and I could feel my release coiling, could feel it threatening to tip me over the edgebefore she could. But she was squeezing, her breaths coming quicker, her moans growing louder, and?—

Gasping into each other, we tumbled into it together, the shuddering of her walls far too much for me to bear through. The pressure behind my cock surged forward, spilling into her, filling her, and I did my best to keep my mind on her, her pleasure, her experience. I moved her through it, feeling each surge and crest and crash as she shuddered beneath me.

When we’d finally calmed down, I slowly slid out of her, collapsing in a heap beside her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in, tucking her right into my chest.

“That was different,” she whispered, her fingers tracing little circles on my chest.

“Yeah.” I kissed her forehead. “Thatwasdifferent. Is that okay?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, her lashes fluttering. “More than okay.”

What the fuck had happened to me? I’d been so guarded for so long, so intent not to let anyone this close, and somehow, she’d wiggled her way in and cemented herself in the one place I’d kept locked up for years. And I didn’t even regret it.

“Do you think they have room service here?” she mused, her mouth scrunching up at one side in thought.

I snorted. “You find out I’ve got more money than you thought, and the first thing you want me to buy for you is something from a room service menu?”

Her stupid little grin made my chest ache again. “I want fries.”

I laughed and rolled to my back, reaching across the bed for the pamphlet I’d briefly caught a glimpse of when I carried her in. “I think I can afford that.”

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