Page 43 of You Found Me (The Meadow Springs #1)

Emmaline

He bit me.

And why does the pain of that make me shamelessly grind on his lap?

He uses my gasp as an invitation to thrust his tongue into my mouth. Truthfully, I’ve never been a fan of making out. Chance only did it when he was drunk, leaving the taste of cheap beer on my tongue.

But with Spencer? I think I could get off from just this. Like a teenager hopped up on newly discovered hormones. I hear something within the apartment, then realize it’s me.

Moaning.

The thing is, I’m not even ashamed.

Spencer is definitely enjoying the moans tearing out of me, because I feel him harden beneath me.

The thin sweatpants aren’t enough of a barrier to stop the heat radiating off the both of us.

And I let myself grind against him. He releases the sexiest groan, pulling back from the kiss to throw his head back, all while squeezing my ass.

All that does is spur me on. My flimsy pajama shorts ride up my hips, creating a sort of thong effect and increasing the pressure to my clit. Heat builds, like steam out of a tea kettle. I’m so close that I’m shocked. I rock, grinding back and forth, feeling his dick twitch against me.

My thighs are slick with how much I need this— need him. My movements become jerky, announcing to not only me, but to Spencer that I’m right there. So close I could cry. Suddenly, Spencer jumps up, holding me in his arms while I shamelessly try to chase my release.

I hear it before I feel it.

Thwack.

“You will not come without my hands on you. Got that, Shortstack?”

“Did you—did you just spank me ?”

He continues forward, taking me to his room. “Damn right I did. You’re going to come on my fingers and then my tongue, not in my lap with clothes between us. All while I tell you how perfect you are. How not broken you are. And you’re going to watch me the whole time.”

Can you orgasm from someone telling you how they’re going to get you off? Because I think I had a mini one just now.

Mental note to Google that later.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m thrown down on the bed looking up at Spencer. His pupils are blown so wide there’s no color left in them.

“Strip.”

That’s all he says. Rather than play coy about undressing myself, I quickly pull off my shirt.

Hearing his gasp fuels me and I lift my hips off the bed to pull the shorts down.

In my head, I’m doing this quickly. But it’s not fast enough for the man in front of me because he yanks my shorts down so hard and fast that I hear what sounds like seams ripping apart.

Then he’s kneeling down in front of me, hunger rolling off of him in waves.

I hold my breath waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

When he finally moves, it’s to take off the knee-high socks.

He guides them down one by one, painfully slow, until I’m left in nothing while he’s still fully clothed.

Granted, he’s pitching a pretty impressive tent in his pants.

“I hardly think it’s fair I’m completely naked while you stand there fully dressed. ”

Without speaking, he lifts his shirt over his head. And not by the hem. But in the sexy way men in movies do it. Never breaking eye contact with me except for when it covers his face.

I think I moan out loud at the sight of him. But I can’t be sure because he’s pulling the sweatpants down and his dick manages to break free. And I think I stop breathing. It’s so red and angry with pre-cum spilling onto the floor.

This time I know I moan. He didn’t let me see him when we were at his parents’. But god, he’s beautiful. Every inch of him.

I sit up, leaning forward to touch him and he grabs my wrist. “Nope. If you touch me, I’ll embarrass myself and I have plans for you. Now, scoot back to the middle of the bed and angle your back towards that corner.”

I look to where he tipped his head and that’s when I see it.

A full-length mirror.

With a direct view of his bed.

I have to stop a whimper bubbling in my throat because holy shit . He’s going to watch while he touches me. Or maybe he wants to watch me while I touch him. And with that thought, my pussy clenches.

Fuck .

But then of course my brain decides to be a little bitch, throwing out thoughts like: he’s definitely done this with other girls before , and yeah he says he’s attracted to me, but what if he gets turned off after staring at you for so long. He’ll see just how broken you really are.

Somehow he senses my internal spiral, crawling onto the bed up to me.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking that made you look like you sucked on a lemon, get it out of your head.

I got that mirror at a thrift store one weekend with my mother.

She picked it out for me and said if I ever lived with a woman, I should have one because, ‘women need to see the whole outfit’ before going out.

I’ve never had another woman in this apartment, not like this. ”

“Sorry. I get in my head sometimes. Just ignore me,” I say, waving myself off.

“You’re going to stop apologizing to me—and others—for having feelings about something that you think will upset us,” he tells me as he gets behind me. “Now, show me how wet you are. Spread those legs and let me see, because if the wet spots on my sweats were any indication, you are soaked.”

Slowly, I let my legs fall apart and glance down, noting the shine on my inner thighs. Yep. Soaked. I know the second he looks at me in the mirror because I feel his dick twitch against my lower back.

“Fuck, Emmy,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy is weeping for me.”

My eyes flutter when he bites down on my earlobe. Moaning, he adds, “I wanted to take my time with you, but I don’t think you’ll be able to hold on for long.”

He brings both hands to my chest, gently kneading my breasts then pinching both nipples. Pleasure shoots to my core, along with a rush of wetness, and I beg, “Spence. Please touch me. ”

“As you wish.”

He can’t be real. I’m so close to orgasm with barely a touch, and now he’s quoting one of my all-time favorite movies. He either looked up facts about the movie or watched it. Unreal.

No man should be this perfect. His right hand makes the slow descent to the juncture of my thighs and uses a whisper like touch against my clit. My hips buck forward at the sensation, and I hear myself say, “ More .”

“Open your eyes, Emmaline. Look in the mirror and watch what I’m doing to you.”

My eyes pop open, immediately going to where we are in the mirror. My eyes, wide and wild. Scarlet spreads from my cheeks to my heaving chest. He hasn’t deepened the pressure against my clit, instead lightly rubbing my folds.

“Please, baby. I need more pressure or I need you inside me. I just need. ”

I know I’m whining but at this point I don’t give a damn. My hand moves on its own accord, grabbing his free hand to rub me the way I need. He chuckles in my ear. “Okay, Emmy, get ready.”

Suddenly, I’m full.

The stretch and burn is a welcome feeling. And when I look down I notice he’s got three fingers moving in and out of me. He didn’t ease me into it like last time and for that, I’m so grateful.

I want it to feel like this. My hips meet his fingers, thrust for thrust and I know I’m minutes away from breaking apart. My pussy is greedily sucking his fingers inside with each pull.

“Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful like this. How could you ever think you’re broken?”

“Spence, don’t. Not right now,” I beg.

“No.” He pulls his fingers out long enough to slap my pussy before plunging them back inside.

“I want you to look at yourself, falling apart all over my fingers and tell me you still believe you’re broken.

Because a broken woman wouldn’t be able to get this wet for someone they just started dating.

A broken woman wouldn’t be able to orgasm so soon after being touched.

You’re perfect and one of these days you’ll never question that.

Until then, I’ll tell you every day. Now, come for me so I can taste that sweetness on my tongue. ”

I’m not the kind to orgasm on command, but holy shit.

Dark spots cloud my vision, and I fall apart, shamelessly humping his hand to ride out the wave. All while he’s cooing in my ear, “So perfect. Let me have it all.”

I start to come down and before I have a chance to breathe, he’s grabbing me under the arms, lying me back onto the bed, and between my legs with his tongue in my pussy.

“SHIT,” I yell out, pulling his hair to try and get him to stop. “It’s too sensitive. I can’t handle it.”

He looks up with a smirk, a very wet smirk . “Give me one more. I know you’re sensitive right now, but you’ll get there quickly. I need to feel you come with my tongue inside you. Then maybe I’ll finally let you touch me.”

I don’t get to answer before he’s back at it, feasting on me as if he hasn’t eaten a decent meal in years.

Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Over and over.

He moves up to my clit, sucking hard and I come so quickly I shock myself again.

He replaces his tongue with his thumb on my clit moving down to lap up the wetness spilling out of me.

The sounds should make me want to bury my head under the blankets, but all it does is prolong my orgasm.

Little aftershocks signal I’m through the thick of it and Spencer rises up, making his way to lie next to me. Both of us with heaving chests. And for some reason, I start laughing. Uncontrollably. Can’t explain it. I look over at him and see he’s smiling.

“I hope that’s good laughter and not a panicked one.”

“I can say with 100% certainty it’s not panicked. I’m on sensory overload in the best way. I think I floated above my body there for a bit,” I laugh out.

“Perfect. That’s what I was going for,” he says with a smug grin.

It’s at that moment I want to wipe the grin off his face and replace it with utter ecstasy. I want to see this gorgeous man brought to his knees by me. Which is why I sit forward and turn into him, only giving him a second to realize what I’m about to do.

I grip the base of his cock, giving two slow strokes before the head is glistening, beckoning me to have a taste. I run my tongue from the base to the tip, tantalizingly slow and light. Wanting him to feel the whisper of my touch.

When I get to the top, I tilt my head in his direction, finding his gaze at our point of contact.

I keep my eyes on him, move my hair over my shoulder, and take in just the tip.

I swirl my tongue around the head and a groan that had to have come from deep within Spencer reaches my ears, causing me to moan around him.

“Fuck, Buttercup. That’s perfect.”

More pre-cum drips from his cock, onto my tongue and I give up the teasing. I want to be the reason he loses his sense and unravels.

He lifts a hand to my back, gently caressing it. “Emmy, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

I hum in acknowledgement. I don’t want him to last long. I want to please him more than I’ve ever wanted to please a man. His hips keep thrusting up the tiniest bit.

I pop off really quick. “Stop holding back. I can tell that you are, and I want you to know I’m good with whatever. I can’t take all of you, I mean just look at it,” I say as he gives a little laugh. “I want to try and go deeper but my gag reflex isn’t the best. Tell me what to do. ”

“Fuck,” Spencer groans under his breath. “I want you to grip the base with one of your hands and with the other, gently cup my balls. Just like that. Is it okay if I hold the back of your head?”

“Yes, please.”

He weaves his fingers through my hair and with a tiny push, begins lowering my mouth back onto his cock. He holds when I reach the head, letting me lick and suck for a bit before guiding himself further into my mouth. He raises his hips at the same time and my lips meet my fist.

“You’re doing so good, Buttercup.”

He starts moving me up and down, while thrusting his hips and I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on from giving a blowjob. I gently tug and caress his balls, making him thrust faster. I can feel how close he is.

And that spurs me on.

I twist and move both of my hands, licking and sucking harder than before. His movements begin to stutter and he babbles a mess of: “right there,” “just like that,” and “god Emmy.”

“I’m about to come, Buttercup,” he says, as though he’s giving me a chance to back off.

Since I have no intention of doing so, I give it my all, chasing his release with him. He grunts and begins shallow thrusts, while warmth floods my mouth. It’s a taste I don’t think I ever want to go without again. He’s salty, sure, but there’s a hint of something sweet I can’t put my finger on.

I suck and swallow everything, even after he’s finished. He releases his grip in my hair and somehow sinks further into the bed. I slowly lick my way up to the tip, gently lapping up every bit, laughing when he groans, trying to pull out. “It’s too sensitive. Come up here and kiss me.”

I lie back down, turn into him, and he kisses me. Not some little peck either—it’s deep and sensual. He doesn’t seem to mind that he can taste himself. He pulls back and gently places a kiss on my nose.

“You’re incredible, Emmaline. I’m so lucky that you want to be with me. ”

I place a kiss on his chest and move to get up to the bathroom because I know if I look at him much longer, I’ll either cry or try to jump his bones.

When I come out, he's not where I left him, but I notice he’s placed a shirt and a pair of boxers on the end of the bed for me.

I take this as a sign he wants me to stay the night.

I get in bed, curling up in the middle, and know I’m about to have another amazing night of sleep in Spencer’s arms. I’m out before he ever comes to bed.