Page 87 of You Found Me
Slowly, I let my legs fall apart and glance down, noting the shine on my inner thighs. Yep. Soaked. I know the second he looks at me in the mirror because I feel his dick twitch against my lower back.
“Fuck, Emmy,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy is weeping for me.”
My eyes flutter when he bites down on my earlobe. Moaning, he adds, “I wanted to take my time with you, but I don’t think you’ll be able to hold on for long.”
He brings both hands to my chest, gently kneading my breasts then pinching both nipples. Pleasure shoots to my core, along with a rush of wetness, and I beg, “Spence.Please touch me.”
“As you wish.”
He can’t be real. I’m so close to orgasm with barely a touch, and now he’s quoting one of my all-time favorite movies. He either looked up facts about the movie or watched it. Unreal.
No man should be this perfect. His right hand makes the slow descent to the juncture of my thighs and uses a whisper like touch against my clit. My hips buck forward at the sensation, and I hear myself say, “More.”
“Open your eyes, Emmaline. Look in the mirror and watch what I’m doing to you.”
My eyes pop open, immediately going to where we are in the mirror. My eyes, wide and wild. Scarlet spreads from my cheeks to my heaving chest. He hasn’t deepened the pressure against my clit, instead lightly rubbing my folds.
“Please, baby. I need more pressure or I need you inside me. I justneed.”
I know I’m whining but at this point I don’t give a damn. My hand moves on its own accord, grabbing his free hand to rub me the way I need. He chuckles in my ear. “Okay, Emmy, get ready.”
Suddenly, I’m full.
The stretch and burn is a welcome feeling. And when I look down I notice he’s got three fingers moving in and out of me. He didn’t ease me into it like last time and for that, I’m sograteful.
I want it to feel like this. My hips meet his fingers, thrust for thrust and I know I’m minutes away from breaking apart. My pussy is greedily sucking his fingers inside with each pull.
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful like this. How could you ever think you’re broken?”
“Spence, don’t. Not right now,” I beg.
“No.” He pulls his fingers out long enough to slap my pussy before plunging them back inside. “I want you to look at yourself, falling apart all over my fingers and tell me you still believe you’re broken. Because a broken woman wouldn’t be able to get this wet for someone they just started dating. A broken woman wouldn’t be able to orgasm so soon after being touched. You’re perfect and one of these days you’ll never question that. Until then, I’ll tell you every day. Now, come for me so I can taste that sweetness on my tongue.”
I’m not the kind to orgasm on command, but holy shit.
Dark spots cloud my vision, and I fall apart, shamelessly humping his hand to ride out the wave. All while he’s cooing in my ear, “So perfect. Let me have it all.”
I start to come down and before I have a chance to breathe, he’s grabbing me under the arms, lying me back onto the bed, and between my legs with his tongue in my pussy.
“SHIT,” I yell out, pulling his hair to try and get him to stop. “It’s too sensitive. I can’t handle it.”
He looks up with a smirk,a very wet smirk. “Give me one more. I know you’re sensitive right now, but you’ll get there quickly. I need to feel you come with my tongue inside you. Then maybe I’ll finally let you touch me.”
I don’t get to answer before he’s back at it, feasting on me as if he hasn’t eaten a decent meal in years. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Over and over. He moves up to my clit, sucking hard and I come so quickly I shock myself again. He replaces his tongue with his thumb on my clit moving down to lap up the wetness spilling out of me. The sounds should make me want to bury my head under the blankets, but all it does is prolong my orgasm.
Little aftershocks signal I’m through the thick of it and Spencer rises up, making his way to lie next to me. Both ofus with heaving chests. And for some reason, I start laughing. Uncontrollably. Can’t explain it. I look over at him and see he’s smiling.
“I hope that’s good laughter and not a panicked one.”
“I can say with 100% certainty it’s not panicked. I’m on sensory overload in the best way. I think I floated above my body there for a bit,” I laugh out.
“Perfect. That’s what I was going for,” he says with a smug grin.
It’s at that moment I want to wipe the grin off his face and replace it with utter ecstasy. I want to see this gorgeous man brought to his knees by me. Which is why I sit forward and turn into him, only giving him a second to realize what I’m about to do.
I grip the base of his cock, giving two slow strokes before the head is glistening, beckoning me to have a taste. I run my tongue from the base to the tip, tantalizingly slow and light. Wanting him to feel the whisper of my touch.
When I get to the top, I tilt my head in his direction, finding his gaze at our point of contact. I keep my eyes on him, move my hair over my shoulder, and take in just the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head and a groan that had to have come from deep within Spencer reaches my ears, causing me to moan around him.
