Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

MARLOW

" W here were we?" I whispered. "Before dinner."

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. "Right here," he whispered and captured my lips once more. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate. I wanted to savor every moment, every touch.

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. The kitchen around us faded away, and all I could focus on was him and how his lips moved against mine. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped up in each other.

Eventually, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against mine, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're incredible, you know that?" he asked.

I laughed softly. "I could say the same about you."

He pulled back slightly, studying my face. "You deserve to feel safe, Marlow. You deserve to be happy."

"And I am, Spencer. Especially right now."

He kissed me again, slower this time. I wanted to remember this moment. Every single second mattered. I deepened the kiss, feeling him respond with passion.

We slowly made our way to my bedroom, our movements synchronized, as if we'd done this a thousand times before.

As we entered my room, he slid off his hoodie, letting it fall on the chair by my dresser. Our eyes locked. I could see the intensity of his gaze. It was like a flame that threatened to consume everything in its path and I was its intended target. I'd been thinking about this moment since the last time we were together.

"I've been wanting to do this for days," he confessed, every word spoken against my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck. His hands moved to the hem of my sweatshirt. He lifted it slowly, the cool air brushing over me.

I lifted my arms in the air to assist him, my heart pounding in my chest. The sweatshirt was discarded onto the floor along with a thin tank top. His eyes swept over me, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned forward, ever so slowly, capturing my mouth once more with his own.

As he deepened the kiss, his hands started to explore my body, trailing down my sides and over my ass through the thin fabric of my pants. A moan escaped from the back of my throat. He answered it with one of his own. I wasn't sure if it was the warmth of his touch or the intensity of his kiss that had me feeling like I was melting.

I quickly pushed his shirt up, desperate to get my hands on his skin. The first time in my office had been too quick. I didn't feel like I got to properly explore his body.

I pushed his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor. I ran my hands over his chest and down his abs, tracing the muscles I found there. With every touch, I felt a thrill of anticipation running through me.

He brought a hand up to cup my face, brushing a thumb over my cheek. "You're breathtaking," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me again. His lips were soft against mine, gentle but demanding, setting every nerve in my body on fire with want.

He lifted me up effortlessly and set me down on the bed. He immediately pulled my pants down, leaving me in nothing but my panties and fuzzy socks.

I watched him look at me. His nostrils flared. The desire in his eyes made my heart skip a beat. He licked his lips as he took off his jeans. I swallowed, looking at the man in all his glory.

"Wow," I whispered.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you." He grinned and lowered his body over mine. He kissed me, sending my body soaring with pleasure. His mouth slid down my jaw, kissing my collarbone before moving to my breast.

His lips closed over my skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. My heart pounded in my chest as he began to explore me further. He sucked one nipple while rubbing the other between his finger, leaving me shivering from the sensation. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, this leisurely exploration of each other's bodies, this mutual surrendering to desire. This had been building for too long. It was a powder keg ready to explode.

I could feel the solid weight of him above me, the heat of his skin searing through mine. He breathed against my belly button, a low whisper that sent tingles down my spine. "Marlow," he murmured.

My hands went to his hair, my fingers threading through the fine strands. He kissed my belly button, swirling his tongue around before moving lower.

My breath hitched as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, his fingers lightly tracing the lace edge of my panties. His eyes flicked up to mine. The ravenous look in them had me drawing in a sharp breath. It was a look of pure intensity, a promise that had my heart pounding louder in my chest.

Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

His gaze was reverent, almost awestruck, as he took in every inch of me. He kissed my inner thigh again, a whisper-soft touch that sent shivers up my spine. I watched him, his eyes dark with desire.

He hovered above me for a moment longer before he lowered his mouth to my heated core. As his mouth met my skin, a shiver ran through me and a gasp escaped past my parted lips. His hands slid up to my waist, gripping me as if he feared I might disappear. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes. Each one caused a rush of pleasure that left me breathless.

Every touch felt electric, an intimacy that was so profound it overwhelmed me. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer still. I lost myself in the sensations he was pulling from me. Never had I wanted anyone more or experienced such pleasure at another's touch.

His tongue slid across my folds before pushing inside me, sending a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching off the bed. His hand came up to stroke my stomach, soothing me as he continued his exploration. As his tongue worked its magic, his fingers slipped inside me. Their rhythm echoed that of his mouth. I could only gasp in response, my body aflame with need.

With each touch, each kiss, each whisper of his skin against mine, I crept closer to the edge. His name fell from my lips like a plea, a prayer for more. He responded by quickening his pace, sending me spiraling toward the edge.

Everything felt heightened, every nerve firing like a live wire. The powerful sensations made my head spin. The heat between us was incomparable, the air filled with nothing but the sound of my ragged breaths.

His fingers curled upward inside me. I cried out, my hands twisting in the sheets. He continued to move his mouth over me, his tongue tracing circles that coaxed moans from deep within my throat. The coil in my lower abdomen tightened further, releasing sparks each time he brought his fingers against that special spot inside me.

His other hand left a trail of goosebumps as it roamed up my body, quickly finding my breast and tweaking my nipple. The combination of his fingers inside me and his thumb brushing against my nipple was too much. My body tightened in anticipation.

"Spencer," I moaned.

The tension was unbearable. Pleasure spiraled through me like a tornado of pure flame. I shattered beneath him, my body clenching around his fingers as his tongue continued to work inside me.

Spencer didn't slow down, didn't stop. His fingers continued their rhythm, his mouth never leaving me. My senses were overloaded.

I could feel myself pulsating around his fingers, prolonging my climax. I trembled beneath him, my heart pounding in my chest. He stilled inside me, but he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he rested his head on my stomach, planting soft kisses on my belly.

"I need you," I murmured, still dazed from the powerful orgasm.

"I got you," he whispered and moved up my body, trailing kisses all the way.

His hands roamed up to cradle my face, and his lips ghosted over mine in a whisper of a kiss that left me craving more. The taste of him filled my senses, rich and intoxicating. His fingers traced the contours of my face, brushing away stubborn tendrils of hair that clung to my damp skin.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with desire. His gaze was filled with awe as he took in my disheveled state. To be admired by a man as sexy as him was the best feeling in the world.

Before I could respond, he captured my lips in another kiss, slow and searing, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. He guided his cock to my opening and paused above me. I looked into his eyes, aching for him to move.

He offered a crooked smile.

"What?" I asked softly.

"Nothing. I'm just glad I'm here. With you."

"I'm glad, too," I said.

"You're good with this?"

"I'm great with this," I replied.

With a nod, he slowly pushed into me. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. The man was thick in the best way possible. I gasped as he filled me, my hands gripping his shoulders. His body was hard and warm above mine, his rhythm perfect as he slowly moved in and out. He kissed my neck, his breath hot on my skin, and I melted under him.

He moved with a slow deliberateness, each thrust an exquisite dance of pleasure. His lips found mine again in a heated kiss. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, creating a rhythm that was uniquely ours.

His strokes imbedded him deeper inside me. The sensation was intoxicating, commanding every part of me. He pulled back, looking down at me with a burning intensity that left me breathless. I could see the effort it took for him not to lose control, to keep his pace steady for my sake.

"Don't stop," I murmured, feeling another wave of pleasure mounting within me. He pressed his lips against mine again. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his own climax. His hands slid down to grip my hips, holding me in place as he drove himself deeper.

My body was a tangle of pleasure and need, each of his thrusts sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I clung to him, raking my fingers down his back as pleasure made my body tense. I had never experienced something so intense.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, whispering sweet nothings that only added to the warmth spreading within me. His words were scattered among groans of pleasure, the sound of his gravelly voice pushing me further toward the edge.

"Oh shit," he groaned.

His rhythm quickened, his movements becoming more frenzied. I could feel him tensing above me, his grip tightening on my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh.

With one final thrust he stilled above me, his climax washing over him with a long, drawn-out groan. He pushed me over the edge, sending my body into a fit of spasms.

He collapsed onto me, his muscles shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. But even as he did, he continued to gently move within me, his body riding out the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Shit, Spencer," I breathed, feeling him slowly pull out and roll onto his back, one arm flung over his forehead. His chest was heaving up and down. I reached out and put my hand on it. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my hand. Neither of us said anything or moved.

Our bodies had done plenty of talking for us.