Page 38 of You Found Me (The Meadow Springs #1)

Emmaline

I cannot believe I asked him to help me or the fact that he said yes.

I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised, he is a man and I’m offering myself up on a silver platter. Spencer said doing this would change things for him, but did he mean that in a good way, or in the way that meant we’d have to be done?

Either way, I want this. Which explains why I basically dash off to his room and take off the bottoms he gave me.

I didn’t put on my underwear or the bralette after my shower, so I’m completely bare underneath.

My nipples are stiff, and I can feel how wet I am at just the thought of Spencer touching me.

I’m just getting settled against his headboard when he comes through the door.

His hair is mussed as if he’s been running his hands through it.

I start to tell him we can forget about this whole thing when I catch his eyes roaming up my legs to the apex of my thighs with a heat I’ve never seen from him.

I follow his line of vision to see the shirt has lifted up just enough to reveal my pussy. I move my hand to pull it down but stop when I hear a quiet “don’t” from him.

I look up meeting his gaze and he says in a husky voice, “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you. ”

Heated by his words, I very slowly pull the shirt over my head.

He whispers fuck before coming to sit on the bed. “Emmy, you are so goddamn sexy. I need to touch you, but you’ve got to tell me it’s okay.”

When I nod, he says, “I have to hear the words before I lay a finger on you.”

“Please, Spence. Touch me. Taste me. Make me feel so good.”

I don’t care that I sound needy. I’m so turned on at the thought of this man giving me what I crave.

It’s like my words do him in because he pulls me into him and kisses the life out of me.

The way his tongue dances with mine is, what I hope, a preview of what it can do against my clit and the thought of it has me growing wetter.

He bites my lip, and I moan, embarrassingly loud. Spencer pulls back with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to try to be quiet so we don’t wake anyone in the house up. The storm can only hide so much.” His thumb rubs across my bottom lip. “Can you do that for me?”

“I make no promises.”

A rich hum tears from his throat. “Lay back. I want to taste you.”

I know right then that I’m in trouble.

I do as he says, waiting to feel his mouth between my thighs, and instead I feel him suck and bite my nipple. My back bows off the mattress never having had a man show interest in my boobs.

I know they’re small, but they’re perky and pierced.

A fact that seems to intrigue Spencer as he gently flicks the other nipple. Each touch sends a zap of pleasure to my core and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m rubbing myself trying to get off.

A deep chuckle vibrates against my chest, and he lifts his head to look at me. “Now here I thought that was supposed to be my job?” He sits back and with a wicked gleam says, “Touch yourself and come for me, Emmaline. I want to know what gets you there and then I want to see you let go.”

I’m too turned on to get embarrassed and immediately begin rubbing my clit.

I know it won’t take me long since I’m so worked up.

Knowing that he’s watching, I decide to be cheeky and drag my fingers, wet with my own juices, up my stomach, swirling around my nipples before sucking them into my mouth.

His groan is so worth putting off my orgasm.

“Fucking hell, Emmy. You’re killing me.”

A grin overtakes my face. I notice him pushing his erection down and I forget about teasing him. I bring my hand back down and furiously rub myself while watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, his breaths coming fast and hard.

He’s staring at me sprawled out like a dinner buffet he can’t wait to devour and that’s what sets off my orgasm.

Before I can catch my breath, I feel his hot mouth on me, and I yelp out a fuck . He’s licking, sucking, and nibbling on my pussy as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.

Spencer looks up at me. “God, you taste incredible. I could lick you until the sun comes up.”

“Spence, I—” I can’t finish my thought because he sucks my clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it in rapid succession.

He pulls away long enough to ask, “What do you need, Emmaline? Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I need your fingers. Please.”

His pupils darken before running his finger through my slit and back up to my clit. Teasing but not giving me what I want.

I whisper yell, “Spencer for the love of god, put your fingers in me now or I’ll finish again without you.”

He gives me that signature smirk I find so sexy before his finger is inside of me.

I can’t stop from bucking my hips to meet each thrust. I plead for more and get rewarded with a second finger plus his tongue.

The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I grip the sheet with one hand and put the other against my mouth to keep from moaning.

“You’re so tight, clenching around me so beautifully. Are you going to let go and come on my fingers? Let me lick you until you can’t take the sensation anymore?”

“I’m almost there, Spence. I just, I need something else.”

“Do you think you can take three of my fingers? Maybe you’re just not full enough. ”

“I don’t know if I can,” I say between panting. “I’ve never done more than two. But please do it. I need to feel so full of you.”

With his pupils blown wide, he nods.

He licks me, groaning after he does it, and then adds another finger. “You’re taking them so well, Buttercup. Is this what you needed?”

He’s going so slow and I’m sure it’s to not hurt me but I’m going crazy. “I know you’re trying to be gentle or whatever, but I need you to fuck me with your fingers. Hard. I’m right there but I just need more .”

He comes up to kiss me and it leaves me breathless. He gently nips at my thighs before entering me again with such vigor that I gasp. It feels incredible, full, and exactly what I needed.

“God, Spence. That’s so good.”

Then I feel his teeth on my inner thigh again, but this time, he bites harder while simultaneously curling his fingers and I'm undone.

I come with his name on my lips and ride out the feel of his fingers inside of me with his tongue lapping me up. I finally settle back down to earth and I’m suddenly so tired.

I also realize, I’m crying.

Why am I crying?

And of course, Spencer catches it.

“I’m going to go wash my hands and mouth and get something to clean you up, then we will talk about what’s going through your head right now. Okay?”

After he walks out, I quickly get underneath the covers and try to calm myself before he comes back. What if he thinks I regret what we did? Because it’s not that.

God it’s really not.

I’m brought out of my panic when he returns with two rags, one wet, the other dry. Spencer crawls up on the bed. I try reaching for one of the rags, he pulls it away. “Buttercup, please let me do this for you. Let me finish taking care of you.”

I nod. As he cleans me up, the tears begin to fall again. He grabs the T-shirt for me to put on—like he knew I’d be too uncomfortable to sleep naked. “I’m sorry for crying. It’s totally ruining what we just did. ”

“It’s not ruining anything. Yeah, I hate to see you cry, but we’re okay. If you’d rather not talk about it tonight, that’s okay with me.”

Sniffling, I shake my head. “I don’t think I can right now. I need time to process.”

“Okay, Buttercup.”

Spencer gets up to blow out the candles, pitching us into darkness and me into my head.