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Spencer’s hands continue their exploration, tracing the swell of my hip, the line of my thigh, before gently shoving my dress down and completely off. He kisses down my stomach, his fingers dancing along the line of my panties, moaning when he discovers dampness. His eyes are locked on mine as he slowly slides the lace fabric down my legs and tosses them aside. He reaches up to slip his hands beneath my back, and my bra quickly follows.

“You are so beautiful.”

His words leave me breathless. I want to see him as naked as I am. But he lowers his head, and his warm breath on my sensitive flesh banishes all thought as he begins following the line of my slit with his tongue before finding my clit and circling it teasingly.

Reaching out, I grab fistfuls of the bed covering, a cry falling from my mouth.

He begins to lap at my entrance.

I pull my knees back to my chest.

Spencer slips his hands under my ass and tugs me closer to his mouth and eats me like a man who didn’t just finish a delicious dinner at an expensive restaurant.

He’s rocking my world, my body spiraling as he sucks and licks and jabs at my core, devouring every drop I can give him. Then his fingers find my entrance, first one, and then a second as he fills and stretches me. The burn is exquisite. He pumps them slowly in and out, his tongue never stopping its wonderous torture. His eyes are closed, his nostrils flared, and he’s humming like it’s the best meal ever.

The pressure begins to build, and I start to pant as pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it explodes, my body convulsing around his fingers as my cries echo throughout the room.

Spencer leisurely kisses his way back up my body, his lips finding mine, his tongue sliding against mine, sharing the taste of my arousal.

My hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt in my haste to feel his skin against mine.

“Let me.”Much faster than me, he deftly undoes the buttons and shrugs out of his shirt before sliding off the bed and reaching for his belt.

But I get to watch as he undresses, my breath sticking in my throat as he’s revealed to me. His body is a work of art, with firm muscles and smooth skin. I spot a tattoo on his right arm and catalogue that to ask him about later.

When he finally joins me on the bed again, I give him a gentle shove, urging him to lift his torso so I can trace the lines of his muscles and the planes of his chest before reaching for his cock, reveling in the soft,hard, heat of it in my hand.

He groans, his hips jerking into my touch, his eyes darkening. “Shelby,”he rumbles. “God, your touch feels so good.”

I enjoy stroking him for a few moments, feeling his weight and length in my palm, enamored with how velvety soft something so solid can be. When a bead of moisture drips from the tip, I guide him into place and moan softly as he gently pushes inside, slowly filling me and stretching me.

He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, closely watching me for any sign to keep going or to stop.

Tipping my head back slightly, I raise my eyes to meet and nod, letting him know I’m ready.

He begins to move using slow, steady thrusts that send waves of pleasure rolling through my body. It doesn’t take long before he’s pumping and rolling his hips more vigorously. In the elegant hotel room, all I can hear is labored breathing and our bodies slapping together. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him deeper, and my hands find his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I quickly climb that trail of bliss again.

Spencer drives into me hard, his back rigid, arms taught, his grunts harsh as we both move toward the point of ecstasy. When I finally tumble over the edge, my body convulses around him, and I cling to his body, holding onto him tight while every nerve ending sizzles as if on fire.

Spencer follows me a moment later, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. Then he collapses on top of me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against mine.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined, as our hearts and breathing slowly return to normal.

He rolls to the side, pulling me with him, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close.”That was... incredible,”he murmurs, his voice low, full of sex and something much more intimate.

“It was,”I agree, my voice quiet compared to the pounding of my pulse in my ears. “It really was.”

Eventually, Spencer gets up and disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me gently, his touch tender. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. It’s like we’ve been doing this dance forever.

When he joins me back on the bed, I easily move into his arms and his body curves around mine. I feel safe, protected, cherished. I feel loved.

It’s not normal. This is happening far too fast.

Isn’t it?

ChapterNine

Spencer

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