Chapter 73

CHAPTER 73

SPENCER

I couldn't remember the last time I took a bath. "I liked that," I commented as I pulled the blankets on the bed back.

"What did you like?" she asked.

"The bath. That was very relaxing."

"Good, because I love baths and I hope to take more baths with you."

"That can be arranged," I teased, turning to her.

Her cheeks were pink as well as the exposed skin I could see above the towel. I gently tugged on the towel and let it fall to the floor. Her naked body instantly made me hard.

"I could get used to this," I murmured, pulling her closer. Her hands worked their way up into my hair as she went up on her tiptoes to meet my lips.

Our lips met, softly at first, but the kiss deepened as we fell onto the bed. Our bodies molded together as if we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. My heart pounded in my chest, the heat of our naked bodies intensifying with every second that passed.

I trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone, tasting the saltiness of her skin mixed with the sweet scent of lavender from the bath. She moaned when I suckled at a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Her soft gasps drove me wild. I could hear the pounding of her heartbeat echoing my own. The feel of her bare skin against mine was intoxicating.

I moved further down her body, savoring every inch of her. Her body arched as I traced an invisible line down her center with my tongue, my lips meeting the top of her stomach. She ran her fingers through my hair, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The slight tremors running through her body told me she was as affected by this as I was.

She watched me with half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted. The anticipation in them was enough to drive me crazy. But I refused to rush this. I wanted to cherish every second of our intimate moments. This woman was my whole world. I wanted to worship her body.

Her hand reached out, fingers grazing my cheek before they tangled in my hair again. "Spencer," she breathed out, the word sounding like music to my ears.

I looked up at her from where I was tracing lazy circles around her navel and gave her a reassuring smile before pushing myself back up to meet her lips in a passionate kiss that wiped every thought from our minds except for each other.

"I want to taste you," I whispered against her lips. "All of you."

I heard her sharp inhale just as I slid back down her body, stopping to enjoy her breasts. Her breath hitched as my lips closed around one nipple, then the other. She arched against me, a low moan escaping her lips. I flicked my tongue over her sensitive peaks, taking my time, relishing in the sounds she made.

"Spencer," she gasped once more, her hands clutching at my hair. I loved knowing that I could bring her this kind of pleasure. As I moved further down her body, I could feel her anticipation.

When I finally reached her center, she was already wet and waiting for me. The sight and scent of her arousal stirred something primal within me. She cried out as I tasted her for the first time, a raw sound that went straight to my core.

"God, Spencer," she breathed out raggedly. I set a slow pace, wanting to draw out every second of this, to enjoy every whimper and gasp she gave. Her hands clung to my hair, holding me close as I explored her with my tongue. Each taste of her drew a low groan from deep within me. She was a drug to my senses, and I was addicted. I didn't think I would ever get enough of her. I probably had more sex in the last week than I had in the last five years, and I still wanted more.

Her body writhed beneath mine, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as I lavished attention on her. She tensed as she neared the edge, her thighs clamping around my head. Her cries grew louder and more desperate until she finally reached the precipice, shuddering beneath me as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As she came down from her high, she pulled me back up for a searing kiss. "That was…"

"Amazing?" I finished for her with a cheeky grin.

She swatted my arm playfully but didn't disagree. "You're incredible," she admitted quietly.

I kissed her forehead tenderly. "So are you."

She flashed me a satisfied smile and drew me closer. Her lips found mine again, soft and inviting. Lost in the intoxicating taste of her, I willingly surrendered myself to the passion that ignited between us.

She broke off the kiss only to trail smaller ones down my neck, her hands exploring every inch of my body. "My turn," she whispered into my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a swift move, she rolled us over so that she was now straddling my waist. A wicked grin spread across her face as she leaned down to press her body against mine, the touch of her bare skin electrifying. She kissed me deeply again before slowly moving downward, her lips and tongue leaving a burning trail on my chest. She moved lower still until she reached my waistline, where she stopped momentarily, her hands resting on my hips. She looked up at me through her lashes.

"Marlow, I don't think I can hold back," I warned her.

"Who said you needed to hold back?" she replied, her tone sultry.

Her hand grabbed my cock and squeezed. I sucked in a sharp breath, fire in my veins. Her soft chuckle was the only warning before the heady sensation of her lips against my hardness had me gasping out loud. I involuntarily bucked against her touch, but she held me steady with one hand on my hip, the other moving to wrap around my length.

She proceeded slowly, teasingly, making me groan with need. Every touch was calculated, every motion designed to drive me wild. I found myself clutching the sheets beneath me as she continued, her head bobbing rhythmically in time with my ragged breaths.

My body strained against her touch, desperate for more, craving the power of release. She seemed to understand and increased her pace in response to my silent plea. Heat coiled tight within me, my arousal reaching a fever pitch. The world began to spin as I drowned in the pleasure she was giving me. Only she could do this to me. She was the only woman I had completely surrendered to. I had no idea surrendering could be so incredibly fucking good.

"Marlow," I breathed out, dangerously close to losing control, my body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. She gave me a wicked grin before taking me deeper, her tongue swirling deliciously around my length. That was it. I couldn't hold back.

My body erupted, waves of pleasure washing over me as I came undone. Through my gasps and heavy breaths, I could hear her soft laughter. She didn't pull away until every tremble had subsided, her gaze never leaving mine.

She slid her body up my chest like a cat rubbing against its owner, purring as she did with a satisfied smile on her lips. "That good enough for you?"

I pulled her up to meet my lips once more. "Perfection," I murmured into the kiss.

Her cheeks were flushed, a pleased smile on her lips. She nestled her face into the crook of my neck as if to hide from my gaze, her breath against my skin soothing my pulse back down to a steady rhythm.

Even though I had just experienced an amazing orgasm, I was already ready for her again. I wanted to bury myself inside her.

"Already?" she asked, a slight hint of amusement in her voice as if she had read my mind.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation, my hands wandering down to graze over the swell of her hips. She giggled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Her hand ran through my hair as she lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, the sight alone enough to stir my arousal. "Are you sure you can handle another round, Spencer?"

"I would endure a thousand rounds if it meant being inside you," I declared fervently, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss.

I pulled her over me. She straddled me, her hands on my chest as she looked down at me. I reached up and massaged her breasts. She leaned back, using one hand to guide me inside her, the warmth of her enveloping me completely. The feeling was indescribable—her tightness and wetness consumed me. I held on to her hips as she began to move, setting a slow and steady rhythm that soon had both of us moaning in pleasure. The only sound in the room was our breaths merging into one, our bodies following the same rhythm and pace.

I watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted. She moved with an intoxicating grace, riding me slowly and deliberately. Every thrust brought us closer together until it felt like we were fused.

I bucked my hips up to meet her each time she came down, driving deeper into her. Each movement drew a gasp from her lips. I reveled in the sound. It was my new favorite melody. The sight of her above me sent me hurling toward another climax.

Her fingers dug into my chest as she rode me harder and faster. Her thighs squeezed my torso, trembling with desire. Seeing her on the brink pushed me over the edge. I exploded into her with a low growl, my grip on her hips tightening as waves of pleasure rolled through me. My body spasmed beneath her, every nerve ending on fire with the intensity of my release.

Her body grew taut as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out my name as she came undone above me. The sight of her climaxing sent another hot wave of pleasure through me. I pulled her down against me, holding her in a tight vise. Our bodies only separated by the thin sheen of sweat that covered us both.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, holding each other as we rode out the aftershocks of our combined pleasure. Her body eventually relaxed onto mine.

"I know I'll be sleeping good tonight." I chuckled.

"Me too," she murmured.

She slid off me, her arm still draped across my chest with her leg across my thighs. I felt her fall asleep almost instantly. I held her close, thinking about the future. I was excited for Christmas for the first time since I was a kid. I looked down at a clueless Marlow. I knew I was the luckiest man alive. My girl was perfect. The life I was determined to give her would be everything she deserved and more. And it would all start on Christmas day.