Now I found myself in a different, yet welcome predicament. I’d never had so much sex in a thirty-day period as I’d had with Spence the past month.
Any time of the day.
Every surface we could find.
All the positions.
So many orgasms.
And I want more.
I wanted everything. All of him. All day. Every day. He’d taken a pickaxe to my brick walls, and they were crumbling at a rapid pace. He’d opened Pandora’s box, and I couldn’t go back to life withoutthis, without his arms around me, without his lips on me, without his body against mine.
The scariest part of this whole thing? That he’d leave me a fiend, unable to escape my need for him.I might be addicted to the long, hard dick. Even now, after three orgasms, I found myself burrowing into him, silently begging him to make me come. Again.
His fingers gripped my hips, his nose brushed the back of my neck, his teeth sunk into my skin, and his low voice filtered to my ears. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Same,” was my one-word reply as he pressed his erection against my pussy. In one fluid movement, he inched inside of me, filling me so completely it took my breath away.
He didn’t move for what felt like an eternity, and I was good with it for now. I just wanted him close to me, inside of me. Being together like this was the icing on a moist, delicious cake. Almost forty years of friendship—acceptance, understanding, stimulating conversations, shared goals. The things that were already there between us were coupled with a soul searing, uncontrollable passion.
The moment I’d cracked the door open, he’d stepped in like he always belonged there.In some ways, he did.
Spence muttered filthy, dirty words as he pulled out slowly, then hammered into me.
I love it.
Cursing, he gripped my chin, craned my head to the side, and kissed me.
Oh God,I love this, too. The sex was amazing, but he knew how to command my mouth, too—with the right amount of tongue and teeth.
So hot.
Masterful.
I’m here for it.
We made love as the world around us faded away. The countless meetings scheduled, house showings on the calendar, and the obligations that needed to be met were a distant second to this. My senses were reserved for him. I could see, hear, feel, smell, and taste nothing but him. Our reflection in the long mirror on the wall, the way he whispered my name as if I was the answer to his prayers, his hard chest against my back, the scent of his soap, the hint of cool mint mixed with coffee on his breath.
The pace quickened as I continued to surrender myself to him—longer, faster, harder. I was close. So close. “Spence,” I pleaded. “Please.”
“It’s okay, baby. Come for me.”
Three words. Desired effect. My orgasm took over, pulsing through me, spreading from my core through every part of my body. Then, he followed me over, pressing his mouth to mine as he succumbed to his own climax.
Moments later, when my heart was no longer beating out of my chest and I could breathe normally again, I shifted to face him. I closed my eyes as he traced my nose, my lips, the line of my jaw with his finger. “I’m probably never going to stop wanting this,” I admitted, searching his eyes.
He smirked. “That’s the plan.”
“You had a plan?”
“You’re not the only one with a list.”
One of the things I loved about Spencer was that he was old school. Although he used technology at work, he valued paper and pen. “Tell me more.”
Bending down, he licked my nipple, circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. When he let it go with a pop, he said, “Spencer’s Help-Alaiya-Move-The-Fuck-On List.”
I giggled. “Are you serious?”
