Her shaking and trembling while I’m inside of her is the only way that I’ll accept this, and it’s what happens as she quivers and her breath turns ragged.
I slow my strokes and look down at her face, softening as she comes down from her orgasm, and when I know she's ready, I continue to pump into her to bring me to my own release. It doesn’t take long.
Short and fast was how this was going to go. It’s the only way when you’ve been torturing one another for days.
I feel the sensation travel from below my navel and to my cock before I unload into the condom. April’s heat wraps tightly around my length.
“Shit,” I say as I fall forward, holding my weight so I don’t crush April, but I rest my head against hers for a moment.
She rakes her nails along my back as we both lie on my bed in a stew of our own bizarre attraction.
And I have enough experience to know that when you enjoy the seconds after the climax just as much as the main event, then you have a situation.
Because right now, I don’t want to leave this bed.
16
APRIL
Iwant to strangle him as much as I want to kiss him.
It’s unfair because the all-night stamina of an athlete is something that I’m unable to compete with.
He has me on my side, back to him, and my arms stretched out over my head as he pumps into me, and he doesn’t go easy or sweet. Yet, I’m completely relaxed, and I sink into another round of ecstasy because Spencer somehow knows how to take care of my body.
Sounds escape my mouth, creating my own original tune, my body jolts on every deep thrust, and his lips placing a kiss on my shoulder blade is probably the real cause of my undoing that hits me in a wave.
“Good girl,” he grits out as he holds my hip down and continues his quest.
“Spencer,” I purr because I hate that he teases me with that phrase.
He follows me shortly after, and I don’t look over my shoulder when I feel him slide out of the bed. Instead, I lie inhisbed, completely spent.
When he emerges from his bathroom, I can’t help but take in the scene of him naked. A freaking sculpture of perfection, right down to his endowment size. Such a shame these qualities didn’t spill over into his personality. I smile to myself because that’s not true either; I’m peeling away his layers.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks as he works his way back into bed.
“Nothing. My brain can’t function because I’ve been fucked all night.” I pull the covers up a little higher, and I’m not sure why.
Spencer yanks the sheet back down slightly before he lies on his side and props his head against an elbow. “It’s going to be a little rough this morning. We barely slept, and Piper will bring Hadley home soon.”
I wince from the thought. Now I can relate to Piper and her lack of sleep and need to still parent.
“Some days are pretty brutal. Kids aren't afraid to speak without a filter and will point out your faults whether you are well-slept or not.”
“At least you only have to deal with it for half of the year.” The moment it slips off my lips, I feel horrible, especially when I see the hurt in his eyes. Instantly I reach out to touch his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
“Yeah, you did.” He sounds somber.
“Okay, maybe in the literal sense, but not in the 'you’re a douchebag' sense,” I try to assure him.
He blows out a breath. “It’s fine. Let it go.”
“Is it? I mean, here, I’m giving you a free pass. Take a dig at me.” I pat his arm with the suggestion. “Remind me that I only date boring doctors and lawyers who never make it past the first date.”
Spencer smirks to himself before getting more comfortable in his position. “That’s only a plus for me, April. It means your pussy is molded to my cock.”
I ruefully shake my head, because of course he will take us back to vulgar talk. Flopping back to rest my head on the pillow, I blow out an exhausting breath.
