But he didn’t kiss me like I was expecting.
Our faces were barely inches apart when he whispered words that made me shudder all over. “I’ve done nothing but think about tasting you again since I left you five years ago,” he said and I couldn’t help but whimper a little at the suggestion. I’d wanted this for so long that the idea of it being offered to me, right here, right now, was too tempting to resist.
When he finally pressed forward and captured his lips with mine, I didn’t push him away. God, I wanted him so badly that I threw caution to the wind and I gave into everything I’d been trying desperately to lock away for so long. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, slipping my tongue into his mouth and moaning at the warmth I found there.
Before I could stop myself, I was clambering on top of him and bracing my knees around his hips. I hiked my skirt up until the tight, stiff fabric couldn’t prevent me from seating myself completely on his lap. I could feel the stiffening of his erection under his jeans against the thin cotton of my panties and I practically gasped in excitement. That was everything I wanted right now. In that moment, there was no world. There was no family I needed to protect. There was no town to gossip about us. In that moment, it was just me and Spencer and everything felt right.
His hands moved over my body. They started at my hips where he untucked my blouse from my skirt while he frantically kissed me. My nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as I began grinding my hips against him, desperate for relief. He groaned and sped up his movements, his fingers unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my black lacy bra. We broke our kiss to take a breath and as soon as we did, Spencer leaned down and began mouthing at the top of my breasts like he was starving for my body. I couldn’t contain my joy. I moaned at his ministrations and reached between us to begin unbuttoning his shirt too.
It wasn’t long before both of up were naked from the waist up. When Spencer unfastened my bra and let it drop to the floor, he couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts. They were a little bigger than they were five years ago due to the pregnancy and they’d sagged a little more, but he didn’t seem to care. He took the two mounds in his hands and leaned down to suck and lick at my perky nipples until they were rock hard. I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy, my head falling back and my eyes closing due to the sensation.
“Spencer, God, please…” I begged in a whisper.
“Yes, baby, tell me what you want,” he murmured in reply against my chest.
“You. I want you inside me again,” I told him as my cheeks flamed in a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned and things heated up a little more after that.
It was like a dam had broken between us and we were both just as desperate for one another, both racing toward a finish line we were determined to reach together. He reached for the zipper on my skirt and removed it quickly before looking down at my soaking wet panties.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Rylee,” he told me as he slipped two figures against the soft, cotton fabric of my underwear. He rubbed my pussy through the material and I moaned. I felt so much better than when I touched myself and I wanted more. I rocked my hips until I was rubbing my pussy against his fingers and he groaned at my desperation.
“That’s it, good girl,” he told me before finally seeming to reach his limit. He grabbed the edge of my panties and tugged until the material ripped away from my body. I gasped at his rough behavior, but it only made my pussy throb more. Before I could even react, however, Spencer laid back on the plush blanket beneath us and pulled me toward him again. He grabbed my hips and moved me until I was practically sitting on his face.
“Spencer! What are you doing?” I whispered in shock, feeling a little self-conscious of how I was positioned.
“I told you I wanted to taste you,” Spencer reminded me before leaning upward and dragging his tongue over my most intimate area. I felt my knees shake in pleasure and even though I was a little confused by how I was straddling his face, I had to admit it was incredibly enjoyable. I felt powerful hovering above him and enjoying his mouth against me.
Time had changed nothing for Spencer’s sexual prowess. His tongue manipulated my sensitive skin until I was panting and sweat covered every inch of my skin. “Please, please,” I begged, desperate for release. But Spencer had other plans. He seemed to want to tease me. He kept bringing me close to the edge only to stop and wait until I’d calmed down again.