Page 104 of You Found Me
“Not so brave now, huh?” he taunts.
Taking a deep breath, I pull off my sweatpants––careful not to get them wet––followed by my pullover and thin long sleeve shirt, tossing them one by one for him to catch. All I’m left wearing is a thin bralette and simple boy shorts.
Instead of checking me out, his eyes stay on mine. “You’re going to freeze in there.”
“Then help me stay warm, Spence.”
It’s almost comical how fast he gets down to his boxer briefs. Unlike him, I absolutely check him out. It never ceases to amaze me how gorgeously toned his body is, it is almost unfair to look at. In my perusal I can see the evidence of how he feels about my recklessness.
Unable to hide the grin on my face I take my time basking him in. The way his hips form the perfect V, studying the deep lines of his abs, the breadth of his collar bone, and finally that angular face which holds that wicked dimpled smile I’m starting to fall for.
When our eyes meet, he rushes forward, grabbing the back of my thighs as he picks me up. Keeping one hand firmly against my thigh while the other cradles the back of my neck as he moves to kiss me. This kiss is all consuming. I feel it in every part of my body.
Instantly moisture pools between my thighs and I get the ravenous need to grind against him—and I do just that. He groans, deepening the kiss and squeezing my ass whilehe walks further into the water. It’s not until he pulls away with afuckthat I realize how far he’s walked us.
Somehow it splashes up onto my thighs making me screech. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
“Now who’s the chicken?” he raises his voice a few octaves. “It’s just a little cold water.”
“That was a terrible impression of me.” I attempt to splash him, but he has me in an iron grip. “I guess we can cut our losses. I’m sure you’re going to shrivel up at any moment in these conditions.” I huff.
That only makes him grip my ass harder, grinding into me. Forcing a gasp out of me. “Does that feel shriveled up to you?”
“God no and don’t you dare stop.” I pant as I move against him.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come in my underwear.”
I whisper in his ear, “Would that really be so bad? I never had this experience in my teen years. Wouldn’t you like to be my first?”
“Fucking hell, Emmy. You’re driving me crazy. I’d love nothing more than to be your first. I’ll take however many of your firsts that you’ll let me have.”
Hearing him say that causes me to whimper. There are quite a few firsts I still have to experience, and I desperately want to give them all to him. But right now, in the heat of the moment, isn’t the time to bring up all of those things.
We are going slow;I need to go slow.
I kiss him, silencing my racing thoughts as I rub against him while he walks us back to the bank. Still being held firmly against his chest, he finds a dry spot and sits us down under a tree. The canopy provides little shade from the late morning sun.
Confusion must show on my face, because he starts to explain, “This way we can do this right. I wouldn’t want your first time to be anything other than satisfactory.”
Spencer starts rocking my hips back and forth while pulling me against the bulge in his boxers. As he brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me, taunting me with his tongue. The pressure against my clit, and the hunger from his lips is incredible.
He releases my lips, moving down to my neck, gently placing kisses and nibbling as he goes, careful not to leave a visible mark. The lower his kisses go, the faster I start grinding. He’s driving me insane and we’re not even skin to skin. But between the nibbling and the grip on my butt that’s hard enough to bruise, I’m close to the brink of orgasm.
Spencer moves his left hand up to the cup of my bralette at the same time his lips reach my chest. When he pushes the cup aside, his tongue is on my nipple immediately, the sensation amplifies the building heat in my core.
When he bites down on it, I explode.
It feels like it’ll never stop and even though I’m starting to become oversensitive, I keep going.
I need to make him come.
To make him feel the way I do.
Which is why I pull him off by his hair, move him to the side, and start kissing down his throat before biting the crook of his neck. He lets out a guttural moan that pulls another orgasm from me.
I’m not sure if it was the bite or me that did it, but his hips begin to stutter signaling his own release.
He moves a few more times, riding out the wave, before laying his forehead against my shoulder. I kiss the top of his head, moving my hand up to run my fingers through his hair in the same way he normally soothes mine.
