Page 84 of The Stranger

His flattened palms hook under the back of my legs as he lifts them high in the air and spreads them wide. I feel my cheeks heat from being so exposed, but the desire I see in his eyes as he stares down at my most intimate part has me relaxing a little. There’s no judgement there. All I see is pure, unadulterated need.

I feel cherished … wanted.

“My turn,” he states before leaning in to blow warm air all over my sensitive nub. My body shivers and myhands fist in the bedsheets as the anticipation of his touch sends all my nerve endings into overdrive.

The moment his mouth connects, I arch my back off the bed and moan. His movements are gentle and precise at first, but once he amps it up, he eats me like a starved man and I’m a withering mess. I can tell by the noises he’s making that he’s enjoying this as much as I am, which only heightens my arousal. Kayne was always happy for me to pleasure him, but he made returning the favour seem like a chore.

Spencer manoeuvres my feet until they are resting on his shoulders, so he can freely slide one of his fingers deep inside me. My hands reach out to tangle in his hair, tugging on the strands as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulsating it between his lips until I fall over the edge and scream out his name.

This orgasm seems to go on forever, and by the time I ride the last wave, I’m feeling light-headed.

When my legs are gently placed back on the floor, I lie there, unable to move. “You okay?” Spencer asks as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

My lips curve into a lazy smile. “I’m great.”

“Do you want to keep going, or do you need a timeout?”

“No, I want to keep going. Just let me get some feeling back in my legs first.”

He chuckles as he stands to toe off his shoes so he can step out of his trousers and remove his socks. He then lifts me and moves me into the centre of the bed. He’s still semihard and that monstrosity—that I’m still intimidated by—hangs heavily between his legs.

I turn my face to the side to watch him as he opens the drawer beside his bed and pulls out an entire strip of condoms. “That’s a little optimistic, don’t you think?”

“Not at all,” he answers with a smirk as he tears one off and captures it between his teeth, dropping the rest onto the bed beside me. His eyes are locked with mine as he climbs onto the mattress and crawls in my direction. His movements are predatory, making me feel like his prey. Hovering over me, he adds, “I may be over the hill in your eyes, Miss St. James, but you’re about to find out just how much stamina this thirty-two-year-old has.”

“I can’t wait.”

He chuckles as he parts my legs and moves in between them. I watch on as he kneels back on his haunches and tears open the foil packet. My body tenses slightly as he rolls the condom on. When he settles over me, he leans in to place his mouth on mine.

He must sense my anxiety because he suddenly draws back. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

I appreciate him for asking, but my reply is, “I’m positive.”

He leans in to kiss me again as he grasps hold of his penis and slides it back and forth through my arousal. I can feel how slick I am for him, which has me relaxing somewhat.

Our kiss gets deeper, but he makes no move to take this further. He just continues to rub the head of his penis from my clit down to my entrance. He works me up to where I’m desperate for him to slide inside.

Please put it in me,I silently pray.

I don’t know if he reads my mind, but on the next pass, he rolls his hips forward, entering me with just the tip. I immediately feel the burn as he stretches me to capacity, but it feels good.So fucking good.

He pushes in a little further before pulling out of thekiss and resting his forehead on my shoulder. When he releases a long, drawn-out groan, I know it feels good for him as well.

Turning his face slightly, he tenderly places his lips against my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“You are so fucking tight, Delilah. I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Yes and no … you are so, umm, what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Endowed?”

“Yes,” I answer, making him chuckle. “I already feel like I’m going to come and you’re only part of the way in.”