Page 77 of You Found Me
I follow his line of vision to see the shirt has lifted up just enough to reveal my pussy. I move my hand to pull it down but stop when I hear a quiet “don’t” from him.
I look up meeting his gaze and he says in a husky voice, “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.”
Heated by his words, I very slowly pull the shirt over my head.
He whispersfuckbefore coming to sit on the bed. “Emmy, you are so goddamn sexy. I need to touch you, but you’ve got to tell me it’s okay.”
When I nod, he says, “I have to hear the words before I lay a finger on you.”
“Please, Spence. Touch me. Taste me. Make me feel so good.”
I don’t care that I sound needy. I’m so turned on at the thought of this man giving me what I crave. It’s like my words do him in because he pulls me into him and kisses the life out of me. The way his tongue dances with mine is, what I hope, a preview of what it can do against my clit and the thought of it has me growing wetter.
He bites my lip, and I moan, embarrassingly loud. Spencer pulls back with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to try to be quiet so we don’t wake anyone in the house up. The storm can only hide so much.” His thumb rubs across my bottom lip. “Can you do that for me?”
“I make no promises.”
A rich hum tears from his throat. “Lay back. I want to taste you.”
I know right then that I’m in trouble.
I do as he says, waiting to feel his mouth between my thighs, and instead I feel him suck and bite my nipple. My back bows off the mattress never having had a man show interest in my boobs.
I know they’re small, but they’re perky and pierced.
A fact that seems to intrigue Spencer as he gently flicks the other nipple. Each touch sends a zap of pleasure to my core and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m rubbing myself trying to get off.
A deep chuckle vibrates against my chest, and he lifts his head to look at me. “Now here I thought that was supposed to be my job?” He sits back and with a wicked gleam says, “Touch yourself and come for me, Emmaline. I want to know what gets you there and then I want to see you let go.”
I’m too turned on to get embarrassed and immediately begin rubbing my clit. I know it won’t take me long since I’m so worked up. Knowing that he’s watching, I decide to be cheeky anddrag my fingers, wet with my own juices, up my stomach, swirling around my nipples before sucking them into my mouth. His groan is so worth putting off my orgasm.
“Fucking hell, Emmy. You’re killing me.”
A grin overtakes my face. I notice him pushing his erection down and I forget about teasing him. I bring my hand back down and furiously rub myself while watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, his breaths coming fast and hard.
He’s staring at me sprawled out like a dinner buffet he can’t wait to devour and that’s what sets off my orgasm.
Before I can catch my breath, I feel his hot mouth on me, and I yelp out afuck. He’s licking, sucking, and nibbling on my pussy as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.
Spencer looks up at me. “God, you taste incredible. I could lick you until the sun comes up.”
“Spence, I—” I can’t finish my thought because he sucks my clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it in rapid succession.
He pulls away long enough to ask, “What do you need, Emmaline? Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I need your fingers. Please.”
His pupils darken before running his finger through my slit and back up to my clit. Teasing but not giving me what I want.
I whisper yell, “Spencer for the love of god, put your fingers in me now or I’ll finishagainwithout you.”
He gives me that signature smirk I find so sexy before his finger is inside of me. I can’t stop from bucking my hips to meet each thrust. I plead for more and get rewarded with a second finger plus his tongue. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I grip the sheet with one hand and put the other against my mouth to keep from moaning.
“You’re so tight, clenching around me so beautifully. Are you going to let go and come on my fingers? Let me lick you until you can’t take the sensation anymore?”
“I’m almost there, Spence. I just, I need something else.”
“Do you think you can take three of my fingers? Maybe you’re just not full enough.”
