“I’ve got you,” he pants, breathing hard. “You’re mine now, Liberty. Soaked in my come. Fuck, I love the way you take me.”
He doesn’t pull out, he folds me into his arms, turns me on my side and forces me to look him right in the eyes.
I’m burning up. Wrung out. Happier than I’ve ever been.
Wow.
“That was next level,” I say hoarsely. “I didn’t know I could scream like that.”
A slow smile appears. “So fucking sexy.”
My ears begin to heat as I think about how unhinged I must have looked and sounded. “I didn’t go too crazy?”
He glances down at his chest and I see…
“Oh my god! I drew blood.”
He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I’ll wear your marks every day.”
I’m squeezing my eyes shut, smiling madly, when he kisses me. “Did you see the marks I put on your neck last night?”
“What?”
He brushes the hair back from my neck. “Right there.”
“I don’t have a turtleneck.” Mortified, I prop up on an elbow and he tugs me back down.
“Good,” he murmurs. “I know it might sound juvenile, but seeing you all marked up is hot as fuck and good for my ego.”
I shake my head and he pulls me close, laughing in that warm, husky way he does.
“Like your ego needs any stroking,” I tease.
He chuckles, kissing my hand again. “Glad I was up to the job.”
“Boy, were you. I didn’t know penises could work like that.”
He’s laughing hard now, his body still wrapped around mine, his semi-erect cock still tucked inside of me. The heavy warmth makes me feel so good, I hate for it to end.
But we’re seriously messy.
He coasts a hand down to smooth around some of the come on my thigh. “Ready for another shower?”
“Will it end with us back here in bed?” I ask, loving the warm, steady light in his eyes.
“Guaranteed.”
“Then, yes.”
CHAPTER 24
By the time evening comes, I’ve had three more orgasms, and learned that I really like the way his fingers find secret places that have never been touched before.
I really love a lot of things about Spence. Like the way he insisted on making all of my meals for me today.
And how he’s holding me close as we walk to the private movie theater.
Walking is a relative term. I’m pretty sure my feet haven’t touched the ground since we left the suite.
