Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Spencer…

He didn’t want to leave me last night. He wanted to sleep beside me.

I roll over to face him, and he rolls onto his back, still fast asleep.

My eyes roam over his muscular arms and broad chest, slipping lower to his chiselled stomach, and then a ‘V’ of muscles that run from his stomach to his groin.

He has short, well-kept pubic hair, and his dick is semi-hard resting up against his stomach. His legs are spread wide and even his quad muscles are large and powerful.

He’s so beautiful.

His plump lips part and his eyes flutter open.

“Hmm.” He inhales deeply and reaches for me, pulling me across his chest.

“Good morning, my angel.” He kisses my temple and holds me close.

“Good morning.” I smile goofily, dropping a chaste kiss to his chest.

Now, that’s a good way to wake up.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “How did my girl sleep?” He kisses my forehead again.

“Great, thanks.”

I can feel his erection growing harder by the second.

“Is that thing hard in your sleep?”

“Men’s testosterone is replenished while they sleep, that’s why they wake up with an erection. Testosterone is at its highest in the morning.”

“Good to know.”

“I need the bathroom,” he says. When he gets up the blanket falls off of me. Feeling self-conscious, I quickly pull it back to cover myself. He frowns when he notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply disappears into the bathroom and returns with my robe.

“Here you go, baby.” He passes it to me with a soft kiss to the lips.

“Thank you.” I smile, my heart swelling. Thoughtful.

Spencer disappears back into the bathroom.

I quickly jump up and throw the robe on. “Would you like some water?” I ask.

“Please!” he calls out.

I walk out and down the stairs to go into the bathroom down there. I don’t want him to hear me on the toilet. This is all so foreign to me. I have so much to get used to.

I wash my hands and smile goofily at my reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my God,” I mouth to the messy just fucked blonde in the reflection.

“I know,” she mouths back.

I run my hands through my hair and wash my face before I head back upstairs.

When I get there, I find Spencer in the shower, and my heart sinks.

Is he leaving?