Page 92 of You Found Me
He kisses my forehead, before pulling me into his side. The whole timeThe Princess Brideplays, Spencer is paying close attention while rubbing circles on my thigh. Not in a sexual way, just mindlessly, and it’s driving me crazy.
When the movie ends, he sits back up, drawing lazy circles across my jaw. “I liked it, and I like even more that the nickname has more meaning to you. You’re most definitely my Buttercup.”
I don’t know whether to cry or kiss him. Then I think about it . . . he’s seen me cry enough. Which is why I go with jumping his bones.
He lets out a grunt of surprise, quickly recovering, and after a couple minutes, I pull away. “I want you, Spence. Right here. Right now.”
“I’m always down for some hand stuff in the back of a truck with you.” Laughing, I shake my head, leading him to ask, “Is that not what you want, Buttercup?”
“No. Well, I mean, I find myself always wanting that with you. I just meant I wantallof you.”
Spencer’s eyes widen before he relaxes. “Are you sure? You want our first time to be outside?”
I nod. “You planned the most perfect date and chose to sit through a girly movie. So yeah, I want this here. Now.” I remove my cardigan and shirt, leaving me in a bralette and my leggings, “Besides, this area doesn’t get a lot of traffic unless they’re open.”
“If you’re sure, then absolutely yes,” Spencer says as he takes off his own shirt and proceeds to help with my leggings.
Once we’re both naked, I sit back on his lap and kiss him while I stroke his length—causing pre-cum to leak. Time is moving slowly, the hum of the night around us fades, as he rubs tight circles on my clit, causing me to beg. “Spencer, please just do me already. I can’t take anymore teasing.”
He chuckles as he reaches to grab something out of his pants and when I see what it is, it causes me to laugh. “You were so confident that our date would go well that you brought condoms?”
“No. Just extremely hopeful.”
I lean in to kiss him while I open the condom and roll it on. I start to line him up at my center, but he stops me.
“Do you not want this?”
“Emmy, I could come from just looking at your pouty face right now,” he chuckles. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m kind of well endowed. And the last time I put my fingers in you, it was a tight fit. I only want to make sure you’re wet enough for me so I don’t hurt you.”
I want to make a smart remark on his dick size, cause it’s hardnotto notice, however, I’m fighting the emotions that are coming from knowing he doesn’t want to hurt me.
I place my hand on his cheek. “I can’t explain to you how much that means to me. But you’ve got less than a minute to make sure I’m good to go.”
Spencer gives a dark chuckle that sends tingles down my spine. “I’ll take however long I want to have my way with you.”
I want to give him a snarky eye roll, but I have no control over the way my eyes suddenly roll back from the feel of his finger deep inside me. “Oh god, Spence.”
“You’re soaked, Shortstack. Maybe I didn’t need to do this. Not that I’m going to stop—I can’t pass up feeling your tight pussy squeeze my fingers.”
I grind against his hand, unabashedly chasing an orgasm. I have never wanted someone more than I want him in this moment. And maybe I should want to take this slower, but I can’t. I need to have him—needto feel him inside me.
When he adds another finger, I get antsy for the fullness I crave. “Daredevil, you have ten more seconds before I slap your hand away and take matters into my own—so to speak.”
I can feel his chest shake below me as he chuckles, he removes his hand and leans back against the pillows holding onto my hips. “Take what you want, Emmy. Whatever you need.”
I start sinking slowly onto him.
It hurtsandfeels so fucking good.
He’s quite a bit bigger than Chance. And while I knew that already, it’s taking longer for me to adjust. When he’s fully seated inside of me, it’s almost too much. I start rolling my hips, trying to find the right rhythm for the both of us and when he moans, I take that as a sign that I’ve found it.
I’m not big on eye contact during intimate moments, but I recall the night in front of the mirror and remember how sexy he looked watching us. This time is no different. He’s watching our point of attachment while biting his lip and I actually feel myself spasm hard around him.
Spencer groans, his grip tightening on my hips when suddenly I’m tossed off his lap and onto my back. “Hey! I was soclose.”
He chuckles. “Buttercup, me too. And that’s why I switched positions. I want to take my time with you—I’m no minuteman.”
“Well, you did bring multiple condoms. Be a minuteman and then take your time again later.”
