Page 82 of The Spare

“Lex. I’ve waited too long for this to have it over in two seconds. This is embarrassing.”

Biting my lower lip, I rest my hands on his unbelievably firm ass.

“Your creamy soft skin, and your scent were already making my balls ache from the need to come. And I wasn’t even inside you yet.”

He leans down for another kiss. This one is more of a peck. “Okay.” He glides his cock out nearly to the tip before thrusting inside me. “Oh, fuck, Lex. The sensation of you wrapped around me is almost too much.”

He pushes in again, and I have to bury my face in his neck. Good lord, this is so intense. It’s more than physical. I squeeze my thighs around him and slowly grind my pelvis against his. Unable to control it, I dig my nails into his ass. Who’s he kidding? Neither of us is going to make it much longer.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Okay.”

With that, he adjusts the angle of his hips and begins to rock in and out of me. I’m so wet. The sounds of our connection echo into the otherwise silent room. His heavy cock inside me is hitting a spot I didn’t know actually existed beyond the pages of my romance novels. And I’m a doctor.

I can’t contain the moans and heavy breathing with each thrust. His pace picks up. I can sense a crescendo building, and it’s all I can do to hold on until there’s no stopping it. “Oh, please,” I beg, unsure what I’m asking for.

When he moves inside me, it’s deliberate and penetratingly deep. With each pound into me, he draws a cry from my lips. His fingers interlace tightly with mine on the mattress, his lips pressed against my temple. He whispers my name like a prayer over and over in the dark. “Lex, Lex, Lex.”

We move together in a rhythm built from months, oh hell, years of unspoken desire. The only noises coming out are unrecognizable. “Oh, fuck.” His voice comes out as a whimper above me. “Waited so long…”

“So good. You’re so, so good.”

“You’re going to make me come so hard.”

The force of his thrusts gets harder, faster. He turns his head, his mouth resting on the shell of my ear as he repeatedly rams into me. “I need you to come for me.”

“Sammy. Oh, god!” His pounding is sending me over the edge. I had no idea my body could feel this way.

“That’s it. Come for me. I need to feel your sweet pussy fluttering all over my cock, baby,” he pants. His words are like striking a match.

My body starts to quake, the intensity unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I dig my nails further into his rock-hard ass and hold on as the orgasm rips through me. My eyes roll back in my head. I hope I can withstand this without fainting. The erotic sound of my cries bounce against the walls of the room. My body is trembling with aftershocks.

“Oh, thank fuck.” His body tenses, and he starts pounding into me ferociously. I dig my nails in deeper to his backside, trying to hold on for dear life. I’m barely able to catch my breath.

“Lex. Lex, baby.”

I open my eyes in time to see Sam become still, just as he begins shuddering above me. The intense look of utter pleasure on his face is one I’ll never forget. My head drops back, and I try to will my heart rate to slow down.

A few minutes later, he lays his body on top of mine. The feel of our naked bodies connecting in this way is indescribable. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and hold onto Sam with everything I have. He holds me tight against his body as if he’s never going to let me go.

Long after our breathing slows, Sam lies on his side, his arm warm and protective around me. He pulls me flush against his chest. Resting my head over his heart, I listen to its strong, steady beat. I feel completely safe and cherished. And give a silent prayer that this is only the beginning.

That finally, I’ll be his.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Sam

The last few weeks feel like a fever dream I never want to wake up from. After months of walking on eggshells and keeping our rigid distance, the air inside our home has completely shifted.

Now, every single day is filled with an intoxicating bliss.

“Whatcha making?” I ask as I sneak up behind my wife and place kisses along the skin from her shoulder to her neck. She giggles her approval.

“You know I’ve got a long way to go to catch up with Rosario. Or my gram. But I’m trying to make biscuits and gravy.”

“Oh, that sounds yummy. I’m sure it will be fantastic. You achieve everything you set your mind to.”