“I think that ... um ... party we were at has done something to my head. All I can think about is sex now. That is so unlike me.” His hand tightens around mine, and he pulls me a little closer, so our toes are touching, and his body lingers just a few inches from mine. Lowering his mouth to within kissing distance, Spencer smiles this radiant genuine smile that I want to spend large amounts of time studying. Screw school.
“It wasn’t the orgy. It’s us. Can’t you feel it? The pull?”
Oh boy, do I feel it. Everywhere. “Yes, I feel it.” Right in the middle of my belly, as if gravity were pulling me toward Spencer instead of the core of the earth.
“I wanted to wait until we got to my place. Wanted to kiss you for the first time in private, where I could savor it, but I can’t wait. I’ve spent my entire teenage and adult life waiting for you. I can’t anymore.”
Without another word, Spencer cups my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to mine. We’re tentative at first, both fully aware of our respective lack of experience. That first soft press of skin against skin sets off a chain reaction, not only in my body but his as well. His fingers tighten on my hips, drawing me closer until his length is pressed into my abdomen. My breathing picks up speed, causing my breasts to rub against his chest. Jolts of pleasure zigzag through my body, and parts I’d never been aware of before light on fire. My fingers brush through my hair and nerve endings that never existed there before come alive at the soft texture of his blond mane. My toes stretch and arch inside my heels, trying in vain to get higher so that his bulge will align with where I need it most.
One of his hands sweeps up to the back of my neck, pressing his thumb into the side of my neck, tilting it to give him more room to work at my mouth. That one little move has a wetness I’ve never experienced before flooding my panties, pulling a moan from my throat.
He pulls back, and my lips chase his, not wanting to part for even a second.
“Shit. I should have waited until we got home. Hurry.” He laces his fingers through mine again, and suddenly we are racing across campus. Not the leisurely stroll we were on before, but a man on a mission charging to his destination. My much shorter, and less athletic, legs work double time to keep up with him. I don’t know whether it is my heavy breathing or the drag I must be pulling on him, but he notices my struggle and in one second flat has me cradled in his arms. Like a bride. Why does that turn me on even more? The image of him carrying me off in a white dress, throwing me down over the nearest flat surface far away from prying eyes. Not even bothering to strip me out of the puffy dress before hiking it up over my hips and plunging into me from behind with his tux still totally intact.
The whole fantasy plays out before my eyes, and a rush of excitement and heat swamps my pussy.
“Baby, you need to stop rubbing your thighs together. It makes me even more impatient to get between them.”
“Holy hell, what is this Spencer? I’ve never ... This is all so crazy. I’ve never fantasized before in my life. Never felt like I needed a release. But one hour with you, and I’m suddenly a nymphomaniac waiting to be unleashed.” I can’t stop myself from rubbing my shaking hands all over his hard chest. Soaking in the way his pecs tense and release as he carries me through student-lined sidewalks until we are in a much quieter part of town. A residential area where I imagine families and their kids live.
“I’m right there with you, Jenny. I never thought of myself as a “pick up my woman and drag her back to my house so I can claim her” type of guy. But apparently, I am.” Spencer glances down at me quickly, just as we round a corner and speed up a path to a small but beautiful house. “Holy fuck, am I ever. I’m going to claim every single part of you tonight. My dad was right. The moment I saw you across that room full of naked people, I knew. Once I get my cock inside you, there is no going back for either of us.”
Spencer climbs three short steps that lead up to the sweetest porch I’ve ever seen. The short glimpses I’ve had of this house are like a dream. It looks like something out of a fairy tale. All white trim and green ivy. I see myself reading on the porch swing. Lugging groceries in from the car. What the hell is wrong with me?
Spencer pauses before opening the door. We stare at each other, the only sound in the quiet neighborhood our heavy panting. “Be sure, Jenny. Be sure that you are on the same page as me. Because the minute I walk through that door, I am stripping you naked, throwing you on my bed, and we aren’t getting out of it until classes on Monday. I don’t care if you have to study while I fuck you from behind with your textbooks spread out before you. There is no way we’re leaving that room for the next seventy-two hours. And I’m never letting you get away after that either.”
He searches my eyes. What he’s looking for, I’m not sure, but he seems to find it. The moment my whispered, “I’m sure,” spills out, he has us through the door and pounding up the stairs to where I know I’m going to experience everything I’ve missed out on up to this point.
