Page 55 of You Found Me (The Meadow Springs #1)

“I know you’re probably feeling vulnerable, but I promise you that you have nothing to feel weird about. If you could see what I’m seeing right now, you’d also want to stare. Especially considering that when I spanked you just now, you managed to get even more wet.”

I don’t respond, knowing all that’ll come out is a moan. I wait patiently, shoving down the embarrassment which must’ve been what he was waiting on because after I release a calming breath, his tongue is on me. Licking and sucking on my clit before moving down.

Moaning, my hips start moving on their own. “God, that feels so good.”

He pulls away, rubbing a finger through the wetness and up to my puckered hole. “Your pussy tastes so sweet but I’m curious to see how the rest of you tastes.”

Before I can wrap my mind around his words, he’s licking my hole and fuck me if it doesn’t feel heavenly. I know that I have thousands of nerve endings there—I mean I’ve touched myself. But I’ve never had someone lick it. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go without this feeling again.

I undulate my hips faster and moan louder, not caring how wanton it makes me seem.

Only focusing on chasing the pleasure he’s giving me.

His tongue moves down, and I instantly miss the loss of that feeling.

Except it doesn’t last long because I hear the cap of the lube open followed by liquid squirting out.

I hold my breath, waiting to see what he does. He places his hands on my cheeks, massaging them then something—I think his thumb—presses against the puckered hole. And like the needy bitch I am, I feel myself opening up for him.

“I love that I can tell how much you want this, how excited you are for this. I know you said you’ve had the first plug in before, but the first time I put anything in your ass, it’s going to be my finger. Are you ready, Buttercup?”

I nod fervently into the mattress.

“Words, Emmaline. I need to hear them.”

“I’m ready, Spence. Please just put something inside of me,” I practically whine.

Without answering, he slowly inches his finger inside. Mia was right. Having someone else do this is so much better than doing it on your own. I know that I won’t feel full with just his thumb but I let him do this at his own pace.

Sort of.

“Spence, come on. Move it along. It feels really good, but you know that I like to feel full. That apparently applies to my ass, too.”

He chuckles before pulling his finger out and replacing it with the plug. “It’s definitely bigger than my finger so we can take it slow. Push against the resistance and that should help.”

And with that, he starts pressing it into me. The stretch is familiar since I’ve used this one before so there’s no pain—other than it being painfully slow . I decide to take matters into my own hands and push back, causing him to move it the rest of the way in.

He groans but stops moving. “Are you okay?”

I smile into the mattress because he’s so sweet to be worried or to even care. “I’m great. You weren’t going fast enough. I’ve used that one recently without any issue and I appreciate how careful you’re being, but . . .”

“But you want the next size?”

“Yes . Or even the last one since it’s not super crazy. ”

I hear a soft chuckle. “You’re actually killing me. I’ll start with the middle and go from there. If it’s too much, all you have to do is say stop and I will.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

A few minutes later, the second one is in, and it feels really good. He’s been slowly moving it in and out to let me get used to it. Once I have, he stops, adding in the bullet vibe while rubbing my clit with his other hand.

I can’t stop myself from grinding against the edge of the bed, causing his fingers to slip down through my wetness. Without having to ask, he thrusts two fingers inside of me—pushing me closer to release.

“Fuck, Buttercup,” he rasps. “Your holes are so greedy for me.”

“Spence. God. It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“Never. Let’s see if I can’t get you there faster,” he says before gripping my left hip and pulling me away from the bed a little.

Before I can ask why, I feel movement.

When I glance back, he’s no longer up on his knees behind me—and instead, he’s seated between my legs.

“How does me asking you not to stop translate to you completely changing your position? Even with the vibe still going, it’ll probably take longer for me to get there now and—”

Anything else I was going to say is abruptly cut off when his tongue swipes from slit to clit while simultaneously thrusting his fingers back in.

I’m already eating my words because this is going to push me over much faster. He’s sucking and rolling the bundle of nerves against his teeth and curling his fingers—as he rubs them against my G-spot—while thrusting the plug in and out of my ass.

I chase my orgasm, grabbing him by the hair, not caring how wild I’m moving my hips. Then a thought hits me, and I step out of his grasp to say, “Get on the bed.”

“What? Why?”

“Because when I orgasm, I want you inside of me. I want to ride it out while riding you.” I tilt my head. “Is that okay?”

Rather than answering, he pops off the floor before I can blink and flops on the bed. “I am simply here for your pleasure.” He sweeps his arms over the length of his body, a wide grin on his face.

“Use me.”

I smile, quickly grabbing a condom and rolling it on.

When I throw my leg over Spencer, he sits up on his elbows, watching as I guide him in.

While I know the plug is still in me, I didn’t really think about how much tighter it would make me versus him using fingers.

We both groan once he’s fully seated inside.

“Christ, Emmy. I’m not going to last long at all,” he rasps out, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. “Between your heat, the tightness, and the vibration, I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold my orgasm off either, so I lean down, kissing him deeply. I lean back, placing my palms on his chest, then alternate swirling and lifting my hips. I’m lost in the rhythm.

Only hearing the slapping of skin and the harsh breath sounds, when he says, “Look at me when I’m inside of you, Emmaline.”

Our gazes meet and something about the lust and love in his eyes spurs me on, already in a haze from his words.

“Just like that, Buttercup. You’re so pretty on top of me, chasing your own pleasure,” Spencer says. His low, grumbly words like a zap to my core.

I’m right there—so close—but the sensations are too much. I hear myself whine and it’s like he knows exactly what I need because he moves one hand to where we’re connected and pinches my clit.

My eyes slam shut, stars exploding behind them. The tiny bit of pain was exactly what I needed to send me over the edge. “Spence, oh god. Don’t stop,” I plead.

He groans, lifting his legs to plant his feet on the bed to gain better control of his thrusts, all while continuing to pinch my sensitive nub. “You’re so perfect, Emmaline. Made just for me and all mine.”

I mewl and weakly nod, unable to find words as I feel another orgasm barreling towards me.

“To fuck.”

Thrust.

“To worship. ”

Thrust.

“And to love. For as long as you’ll let me.”

I choke on a sob, still not fully believing this wonderful man loves me.

“Spencer, I—”

“Let go, Buttercup. I’m right there with you.”

He slams into me a couple more times and at the same time I tilt my hips back which is what sets me off. I can no longer hold myself up, falling against his chest, causing him to move the hand between my legs to wrap it around the back of my neck.

“Kiss me, Emmy,” he begs, his hips starting to stutter. I lift my head enough to capture his lips with mine. He thrusts into me once more, finishing before going still.

I give a chaste kiss and then lay my head on his shoulder, listening to his racing heart and labored breathing.

Spencer reaches down to my behind and carefully pulls the plug out, tossing it to the side.

I wince at the loss, but he starts rubbing up and down my back, slowly, almost lulling me into sleep.

I feel his lips against my hair, “Let me get up to grab something to clean us up.”

He gently rolls me off of him, before heading to the bathroom. I don’t move from my position, too exhausted to even try. Startled by a warm rag against my sensitive skin, I realize I must have dozed off.

“Sorry, Shortstack. I didn’t think you’d fallen asleep.”

“It’s okay. I should go to the bathroom anyway. I’ll be right back.”

I flip on the bathroom light and when I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I’m surprised by how serene my face appears.

Yes, my hair is wild and tangled, and I’m flushed from my cheeks to my chest, but my eyes are almost peaceful. It’s weird and yet, I like it.

I use the bathroom, wash my hands, and brush my hair out quickly before heading back to bed. When I enter the room, I note he’s cleaned everything up, placed the kit back in my bag, and has made himself comfortable in the bed.

I walk over, climbing in and place myself directly next to him with my head on his chest and right arm thrown over his waist. I peek up. “Thank you for tonight. For this trip in general. It’s exactly what I needed. And more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“No. Thank you. For trusting me enough to bring you out to the middle of nowhere and to be pretty much cut off from the outside world. And also for what we just did. It means the world to me that you trust me enough to ask for what you want.”

Emotions bubble up and all I can do is nod. He picks up on it and kisses my head before rubbing my back again. And the last thing I remember before passing out is Spencer whispering, “I love you, Emmaline.”