Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I smile softly. “Let’s just pretend it’s your first time, too.”

He chuckles and rolls over me, never breaking our kiss.

“How did you lose your virginity?” I ask him.

He spreads my legs and pushes a finger inside of me. “You don’t want to know.”

My mouth falls open…

Oh God.

Satisfaction flashes across his face as he watches me, and he adds another finger, grinding himself against my hip to relieve some of his own tension. Another finger is slipped inside of me, and my head falls back. Slowly in and slowly out, his circular movements stretch me. I can hear the sound of my arousal as he works my body.

“Open your legs wider, angel,” he whispers.

My body rocks from the pressure of his fingers, and I shudder. He slowly pulls his hand away.

“You’re ready,” he whispers.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. Am I?

Will I ever be ready for this?

He grabs a condom and rolls it on, and then with a succession of perfect kisses, Spencer rises above me.

“I’m just going to go quick, angel, okay? There is no easy way. It will sting for only a moment, I promise you.”

I stare up at him and my heart swells. Even as aroused as he is, he’s thinking of me, conscious of not hurting me.

“I trust you.” My breaths quiver as I stare up at him. He positions himself at my entrance and smiles down at me.

I giggle at the pure mischief on his face. “That is the look of the Devil if ever I saw it.”

He smirks coyly, and then he pushes forward and pins me to the mattress as hard as he can.

I cling to him, my face twisting in pain.

“Ooh…” I whimper.

His eyes find mine and I see confusion staring back at me. That’s when I know… he knows.

Suddenly I’m panicked, and this is too much… too intense.

“Spence,” I whisper.

“It’s okay, angel.” He slowly pulls out. “Kiss me,” he breathes before he pushes himself back in.

We kiss, tenderly and loving at first, as he slowly eases himself in and out. His breaths are ragged, and he jerks and shudders. His face is twisted up, like he’s the one in pain.

“W-what’s wrong?” I stammer, holding his face.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Angel, you feel too good. I can hardly hold it.”

What?

He closes his eyes, and I feel like he is trying to block me out while he gets into a rhythm; in, out… in… out.

It burns like fire.