Her breath was coming fast, catching in her throat as he drove two fingers into her. Leaning forward, she pushed herself down onto them. He could feel her muscles already starting to tense and her hips were bucking. Her head dropped lower, and Spencer nuzzled her neck again.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Of her satiny skin, her seductive natural scent, the way her body quivered in response to his slightest touch. But there was a deeper connection between them, an emotional intimacy more satisfying than anything physical.
“Feels so good.” She ground out the words between clenched teeth.
Her hips ground against him and she leaned forward to give him better access. He found her clit with the thumb of one hand. She gasped and her back arched as he painted tight circles and figure eights over and around her bud. At the same time, he continued driving into her with his fingers, strumming her body until she was taut with pleasure.
“Let go and show me how good it feels,” he murmured.
Feeling her whole body begin to stiffen, he withdrew his fingers. Katrina fell forward. Spencer pressed his palm flat against her clit and rocked against it gently, bringing the fingers of his other hand along the crease between her buttocks. When he finally thrust his fingers back inside her, she gripped them tight, her whole body shaking as she contracted around them. For an instant, it was like trying to hold onto a wildcat as she writhed and thrashed against him before she slumped forward.
Spencer watched in fascination as her shoulders and hips shook and her spine bowed. Silently,
she trembled through her orgasm. Then, she stilled. Twisting to one side, Spencer pulled her with him, drawing her into his arms and kissing her gently.
After a few minutes, he raised on one elbow, watching her face. With her eyes closed, she could have been asleep, but she lifted one hand and traced lazy circles around his chest. He was lost in the wonder of her. He wanted her again so badly it was a physical ache.
“That was wonderful. Thank you.”
He shook his head. “Thank you.”
Her gaze traveled down his body. Lightly kissing him, she wrapped a hand around his length. “I guess that recovery you mentioned wasn’t a boast. So there’s just one other question...”
He pressed a kiss onto her lips. “In the pocket of my jeans.”
* * *
Once Spencer had the condom in place, he lay back against the pillows and Katrina straddled him. Dipping her hips, she held him at her entrance, letting him feel her tight heat. His groan made her heart skip a beat. Easing back, she slid along his length, still stunned at the ease with which they’d achieved this level of closeness. Her craving for him had only increased with greater intimacy.
When she kissed him, his response was instant and passionate, his tongue making love to her mouth. Lifting up her body, she held him in place beneath her. Tongues of fire darted outward from the point where their bodies connected, licking up her spine and along her limbs. Every part of her was aware of him, of them, of the promise of what was to come.
Slowly, mesmerized by the look in his eyes, she eased down. His eyes widened and he gasped as she pushed onto him and rotated around, then rose up again. Each time she repeated the action, she took more of him.
“That feels...”
“Too teasing?” she asked.
“Too perfect.”
Encouraged, she lowered herself farther. The combination of stretching, tingling and heating was maddeningly good. Too good. He pressed a fingertip to her clit and thrust up into her. Having taken all of him inside her, she paused to catch her breath. The sensation of him filling her was stunning and exhilarating and new heat powered along every nerve ending.
His gaze claimed hers and refused to let go. Warm, feeling slightly rough against her softer flesh, his palms traced a path from her waist to her hips and back again. Shifting his pelvis beneath her, he increased the rhythm, and almost blew her mind.
“Ah.” She dropped her head, curtaining them with her hair.
Spencer grinned. “You like that?”
“So much.”
He repeated the action and she tightened her muscles around him, holding him more firmly. Claiming him. He increased the pace, his upward thrusts becoming less gentle, and Katrina tipped forward, bringing them into even closer contact. The look on his face was delicious. A clear indication of his enchantment, it made her feel wanted, appreciated and sexy as hell.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved down the bed, pulling her with him. Keeping Katrina clamped tight to him, he rolled until she was beneath him with her back to the mattress.
“Is this okay?” He put his weight on his elbows. “I don’t want to squish you.”
“Maybe I like the idea of being squished by you.” She arched her back suggestively.
He groaned, leaning down to kiss her before thrusting deep.