Page 130 of Help Me Remember
Not that I forgot. I just want to experience him all over again.
Spencer and I tumble onto the bed, naked and open to each other. He takes my hand, moving it to his cock. “Stroke me,” he commands.
I push my hand up and down, feeling him harden against my palm. “Now what?” I ask.
“Kiss me.”
His hand in my hair holds me to him as I continue to stroke him. I tighten my grip, moving faster. I want him so much. I want to taste him, make him crazy, remind him of how amazing we are and can be.
I pull away before pushing him flat on the bed. “I want to do more.”
He grins and slides his hands behind his head, putting himself on full display for me. “I’m all yours.”
“Is that so?”
“Always.”
I bite my lower lip and wink. “Well, since you’re mine to do what I want with, I think I’d like to suck your cock first.”
“I love your fucking mouth.”
“Good.” I run my tongue along the tip and then take him deep. The last time we were together, I didn’t get to do this. He was much too focused on me. Now it’s my turn to be in control and give him the pleasure he deserves.
My head bobs as I move up and down, taking him as deeply as I can. Spencer’s breathing accelerates as I try to go faster.
“Jesus, Brielle, I can’t.” His fingers tighten in my hair. I work him harder, taking longer, deeper pulls, sliding my tongue against his shaft. “Please, love, not yet. Fuck, not yet.”
He moves so fast I don’t have time to do anything but squeak as he pulls me all the way up his body. His lips tug into a mischievous smirk as he positions me over his face. “Grab the headboard, Brielle.”
When he pushes my ass up, I have no choice but to do it.
“Good girl. Hold on and let’s see if I can make you beg.”
He pulls my hips down, and my head falls back as his tongue swipes against my clit. Spencer moves his face back and forth, getting his tongue in all the right spots. Sweat breaks out against my skin as my orgasm grows. I was already halfway there just from making him crazy, and his mouth is throwing me closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.
My legs begin to quake as his thumbs move inward, brushing against my entrance. He moans as my thighs tighten around his face, and I try so hard to hold on.
He moves his thumb more, pushing up and circling as he continues to move against my clit.
“Spencer. I’m close,” I warn him. “I’m so close.” He does it again and then moves his thumb back farther, pulling my ass cheeks apart. I gasp when his finger rims around the hole. “Oh God.” I moan louder. He breaches, just slightly, and the sensations are too much. I shatter, unable to hold back.
He grabs my ass, keeping me steady as he drains every last ounce of pleasure from my body. I am probably suffocating him, but I am falling to pieces, and he’s the only thing keeping me together.
Spencer adjusts my legs, and I flop down on the bed. “That was . . .” I pant.
“Just the beginning.” He doesn’t pause before settling between my thighs and pushing against my opening just enough to tease me. “I want you this way. I want nothing between us. I want to make love to you without barriers.”
“What if we . . . what if I get pregnant?” I ask.
“Would you want that? A baby? A family . . . with me?”
He hesitates on the last part, and my heart breaks. Spencer has always been forgotten by everyone, including me. When he proposed, he said he wanted a life, a family, a future filled with everything I could want. Being a mom, having my own family, is what I long for.
I smile up at him, tears pooling and making him blurry. “I want everything with you. I always have.”
“If it happens . . .”
“It happens.” I bring his lips to mine. “I love you, Spencer Cross, and I need you now. Nothing between us.”
