“How?”She turned around to face him.Her hair looked mussed from the run and his hands in it, and her lips were still swollen from the earlier kisses.She looked like she’d stepped out of a perfume ad.
“Well, for starters, we don’t need to stay standing for this.”He glanced toward the bed.“If anything, you should lie back and enjoy yourself.”
She adjusted the pillows before lying down, allowing Spencer to take in all her glory.He idly stroked himself as he thought about where to start.
The pillows had raised her head, but he didn’t go in for a deep kiss like on the sidewalk.Instead, he gently brushed his lips over hers before working his way down to her neck.She exhaled softly and brought a hand up to stroke his bare shoulder.Encouraged, he began to kiss and lick harder, basking in her beautiful sounds and tempting scent.
He opened an eye and glanced down to see that she was clearly enjoying this.He traced one finger over her hardening nipple, and she shivered under him.“You want that?”he asked, hovering his fingers just above.
“God, yes.”That was all he needed to hear to get back to it.He lowered his head to substitute his tongue for his fingers, and she let out a happy sigh.
He could have stayed there all day, but there was so much more to see and touch.Like her long, powerful legs.He stroked her thighs, stopping just short of the top but pausing close enough to feel the heat of her.
“There.”She took his hand and guided it further in on her thigh.“I swear they’ve gotten more sensitive since I trained for this.”
“Then I’ll give them more attention.”As he stroked, he watched her face light up, then scrunch up.He alternated between massaging and kissing, and she cried out in ecstasy.
As she came undone, Spencer started to wonder if maybe it was a good thing he’d gotten his rocks off so soon after all.Now he was freed up to explore her at his leisure without his own bodily needs forcing him to rush.At the same time, he’d gone from idly to actively wanting her again.
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Misty couldn’t decidewhether she wanted to open her eyes or keep them shut.On one hand, she wanted to see Spencer in action.At the same time, it was too good to bask in his administrations.She’d always had her sweet spots, but the workouts had woken up other parts of her body and opened them up to greater pleasure than she’d noticed before.
As he finally made his way above her thigh, he lightly traced the tattoo on her hip.“What’s this?”
She glanced down at the flower.“A spring break souvenir from Jamaica.”
“Nice.”He lowered his head and didn’t speak again until he’d traced it with his tongue, lightly blown on the spot he’d just licked, and sent all kinds of thrills through her.“I noticed the bottom of it when you got out of the ice bath, but that wasn’t the time to ask about it.”
She gave his naked body the once-over and smiled at what she saw.“So we were both noticing things during that ice bath.”
He looked away.“That was so unprofessional of me.”
“Well, we’re not being professional now.”
Part of her wondered what they were now, but that could wait for later.For now, she closed her hand around him.He inhaled with a hiss and brought his hand between her thighs.She’d gotten so slick from what he’d been doing before, but could feel herself getting wetter as he found her clit.She didn’t want him to stop.
However, the part of Misty that wanted Spencer back inside her won out.She reluctantly pulled away, opened her drawer, and put the condom box on the bedside table for easier access.Once he was ready, he lay back down.“I was selfish before, and only thinking about how I could find release.But now you should take control.”
She couldn’t even think of a response as she lowered herself onto his cock.He’d taken such care getting her ready that he slid right in, and yet she didn’t move right away, but savored the way he filled her before starting to ride.Being here like this allowed her to position herself at the best possible angle.
Meanwhile, Spencer wasn’t just lying there and serving as a dildo.As he thrust, he pulled her down to kiss her again.She savored the taste and feel of him but pulled back to find the exact right angle for an orgasm that set her blood fizzing.She even felt a buzz on her left arm.
Spencer must have noticed it, too.“Do you hear that?”
Her climax had sent Misty so far out of her own body that it took her a while to make the connection.“I just hit my fitness goal for today.”She tilted her wrist to show him the display on her smartwatch.
He smiled as he tilted his hips up.“Well, you were pretty active.”
“Great exercise, but don’t think I need this anymore.”She unbuckled the watch and put it on her nightstand.
After she turned back to the bed, the first thing she saw was Spencer smiling up at her.She would have called his expression fond, but the gleam in his eye was too carnal for that.As if her release had granted him permission, he sped up beneath her.
A few strokes later, Spencer clenched his jaw.“Getting close.”
She clasped his hand.“Do it.I want to see.”
Spencer’s grip loosened as he thrust under her.At the sound of a low moan, she drew back slightly to watch his face.His head had fallen back on the pillow, every muscle in his neck was tensed, and his eyes were scrunched shut.Eventually, his face relaxed into a calmer expression than she’d ever seen on him.She felt the oddest, nicest combination of voyeurism and fondness at seeing him lose control like that and pride in having sent him to that state.
