Oooooooooooh.
It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.
That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.
Etienne sensed the exact moment Spencer yielded to his claim; it was in the way her eyes drifted close, and her body gradually softened under his. It was in the way her fists, which had earlier pounded his chest in an effort to push him off, slowly uncurled and flattened against his muscles. But most of all, it was when he settled the full, throbbing weight of his body against hers, and her head had fallen back against the pillows, and that was when he heard it: the sexiest fucking moan in the world...
Fuck, she was hot, so goddamn hot.
The urge to thrust inside of her then and there had him inhaling sharply, but he managed to hang on to his control and instead concentrated on feeding her growing need for him. His mouth on hers gentled and turned coaxing, his tongue teaching hers to move against his, and when he tested her willingness to reciprocate by sucking on her tongue, she passed with fucking flying colors, with Spencer not only sucking on his tongue back but also circling his neck with her arms as she pressed every inch of her close---
"Aaaah." She couldn't help gasping, senses reeling at the first, intimate feel of a man's naked body against her skin. And this...this man's body, she thought dazedly, was no ordinary thing. The muscles were almost too hard, almost too perfectly sculpted, and even the very length of him seemed too much. He was so tremendously big everywhere he made her feel small and vibrantly feminine. Everything about him was just so overwhelmingly male, with the soft-slash-rough matting of hair on his chest tickling her breasts and teasing her nipples into aching, pouting tips of arousal.
His palms moved up at that moment to cover her tits, and another moan slipped past her lips as her body involuntary arched up. He palmed them good and hard, his hold on them controlling and possessive, but somehow it didn't terrify her at all, and when he squeezed her tits, even the way it hurt was good. So, so good that she could only cry out and strain against him in an effort to push her breasts deeper into his touch.
Etienne couldn't get enough of Spencer's responsiveness. She was always this snarky little bitch in his presence, even cool and contemptuous at times, but now...it was as if she had willingly turned into his own little toy to play with, and fuck if he didn't want to play with her for a long, long time.
He began tweaking her nipples, and she moaned and arched under him. Her face was a picture of helpless need, something he knew he was only able to glimpse because the darkness around them had made Spencer think she could safely abandon all of her inhibitions and let her desire take over.
It made him want to take her every expression in and commit to memory, and it was why his gaze remained trained on her face as he plumped one breast up and slowly one nipple with his tongue.
Her response was immediate, a sexy, little kittenish mewl as her body curved up towards him, and it whetted his appetite for more. He continued to tease her, circling her nipple with his tongue and scraping it with her teeth. He waited and teased until she was whimpering endlessly, and when her fingers unconsciously scratched his back, that was when he finally took the nipple into his mouth, and he began to suck.
Spencer screamed. She could no longer keep it in, the pleasure rocking her body just too, too much to absorb in passive silence. He sucked and sucked, slow and steady at first, and then harder and so forcefully that it was as if he had half of her breast inside his mouth.
Oh God.
And then it started again, with her other breast this time, and her cries became endless. So good. It really was so incredibly good that she could believe this man would indeed make her cry and pray this night would never---
"No!" She gasped without thinking, everything in her panicking and protesting the moment his mouth left her breast. She tried fumbling in the darkness, wanting to pull his head back up, but instead she felt his hands parting her legs open, and her heart slammed against her chest.
His hands were gentle but firm, a subtle reminder of who was calling the shots, and even though she was still tremendously nervous, she didn't allow herself to resist. Just for this night, she would forget she ever had a will of her own. Just for this night, she was his, and whatever he wanted...he would have.
And so her legs fell open, her body trembling helplessly as she felt his hot breath tickle the damp and sensitive folds between her legs.
The first few strokes of his fingers were delicate, almost as if they were gently urging flower petals to open on the first day of spring. These strokes aroused and relaxed her at the same time, lulled her even into thinking that she might be able to calmly handle whatever was next...
But she was wrong.
The moment his finger slid inside of her pussy without warning, she was completely undone, tears stinging her eyes at the realization that a man - a stranger - was now fucking her with his finger. And she was letting him.
There was shame, so much shame at first, but it eventually faded, the agonizingly lewd pleasure of his finger steadily thrusting in and out of her helping Spencer gradually break free from reality. And when the thrusts began to gain speed and force, she couldn't help but writhe, and as another finger joined in, and then a third, the last chain shackling her to reality finally broke, and she was able to succumb completely to the grips of lust.
It was unbelievably, incredibly, and amazingly good, just to have nothing to think about and simply enjoy the forceful strength of his thrusts, and she only moaned in encouragement when she felt his hand slide under her body to grab her ass. The new position allowed him to hold her steady as his fingers threatened to tear her pussy apart.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
His fingers were creating all kinds of wet, sloshing, slippery sounds, and her fingers scraped helplessly against the sheets. Oh God, she wanted more.
More, more, more----
Until something inside of her broke, and just as the blinding, mind-numbing flash of pain had her crying out, she felt his fingers withdrawing to part her folds open---
And then his mouth was on her.
OH GOD!
The next thirty or so seconds were a little hazy. It was like he was sucking on her clit, drinking on her pussy, and if it didn't sound so crazy, she might even have sworn she had felt him bite her inner thigh like a vampire...or that she had felt herself bleeding...and that she had heard him growl like someone whose great thirst had finally been quenched---
If only it didn't sound crazy, she thought drowsily, but it was, so she must be imagining things.
It was Spencer's last thought just as pleasure so intense tore through her, and she started to cum. Hard. Fast. He was eating her pussy like he had been starving for it for years, growling with every suck of his tongue like he just couldn't get enough, and the essence of her orgasm practically gushed out of her like a thick, unstoppable flow of creamy heat that had her body twitching, buckling, writhing...and it just kept coming, just didn't stop at all, until she started losing her breath...her vision fading...and her mind turning blank as she gradually passed out.
Chapter Three