I run my hands over his back, worshiping him.
“I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you. Now. Please,” I whimper.
With a deep groan, he lines himself up and pushes into me, his pace nail-bitingly slow.
“Are you okay?” he rasps, his expression pained.
I feel him slide inside gently.
“Oh,” I breathe.
The pinch between my legs is the oddest mix of pleasure and pain. I nod while still against his lips, and I hold him tight in case he tries to pull away.
“Indie?”
“Fine. I’m fine. Do not stop.”
He eases in again and his mouth finds my neck. My nipples rub against his chest, driving me wild.
“Yes,” I whisper as he stops for a second, letting me get used to him.
I’m so full, so stretched.
“I need it, Spence.”
With a chuckle that half sounds like he’s in pain, he looks up and rolls his hips. The expression on his face is something I will see for the rest of my life. Eyes hooded, lips parted.
“Yes,” I say again, arching into him, feeling every hard inch deliciously stretch me.
Can you die from this?
I feel like I’m going to die.
Heat pools between my legs.
My fingers curl into his back. If they hurt him, he doesn’t let up. Every thrust of his hips is heaven.
“You feel so good, Indie. Fuck. You’re perfect.”
I groan. “Spencer, never stop doing this.”
“I won’t. You’re so tight.” His face twists with pure determination. Don’t come and end this yet. That won’t be a problem because I’m coiled so tight, I know I’ll snap soon.
He captures my mouth, kissing me with a fierce desperation I relate to. I could do this every single day of my life. I fist his hair and drag my tongue along his. The kiss is hot and wet, and it makes my pussy clench around him.
We roll against each other with a hunger that makes my body thrum.
I’m sweaty, he’s sweaty, and I never knew how much of a turn on that could be. Our chests slide against each other’s while we grind like wild animals.
His lips turn frantic as we writhe together.
“I’m… I’m close,” I pant, between frantic kisses.
“Yes, baby, come for me. Come with me inside you.”
He kisses my neck and his cock hits a spot that drives me insane.
He buries himself deeper, and the pace picks up.
“Come, Indie. I’m so close.”
“Spence.” His name is a plea. I’m hot everywhere, and I need to move—to run, sprint, or do anything. I can’t take it. My head falls to the side. “Spencer!”
I claw at his back as my orgasm tears through my body.
His mouth slams down on mine roughly, and his arm slips under my waist. I kiss him like I’m trying to kill him with my lips. He thrusts harder, faster, and comes inside me.
He doesn’t stop immediately but draws small, slow, maddening circles with his hips that makes me spasm.
When he does eventually stop, I’m a boneless, sweaty mess. His hair is damp, making it curl more than usual.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Indie,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “That was amazing. You are amazing. Are you okay?”
I nod and glide my fingers through the waves of his hair. “That was everything. Thank you for making it everything.”
“It was us. It was always going to be.”
That’s true. I don’t even want to think what it all means. I just want to enjoy this moment.
He slides out of me and scoops me into his embrace.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking you for a shower. It’s a fantasy I’ve had since I was fifteen.” His smile is blinding.
“You look happy, Spence.”
“Never been happier, actually.”
Neither have I.
Twenty
Spencer
Indie fell asleep in my arms an hour after we had sex and I followed shortly after. We had sex, and then a shower… where we had sex again. It still seems like a dream. I’ve had many of them and they’ve all gone a similar way. They’ve never felt as good, though.
How am I going to let her go after the premiere? It’ll be weeks before I can see her again when I’m home for Christmas.
It’s early in the morning and the light has just started to pour through my blinds.
I’ve been awake for about ten minutes, watching her lying peacefully in my arms.
She stirs, stretching her back, and her eyes flick open. She looks startled for a fraction of a second. “Spencer,” she whispers, her cheeks turning pink.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Morning.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, half expecting her to pretend that last night didn’t happen.
“I’m good. Last night was…”
“Please don’t say good.”
Laughing quietly, she shakes her head like I’m crazy. “It was so far beyond good.”
I run my fingers across her jaw. “It was. No closing up on me now, okay. We can’t go back after last night.”
“I know we can’t.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“It’s what I want.”
Good. It felt inevitable from the moment I walked into my parents’ kitchen and she was standing there with a glass of wine. We’re not kids anymore.
“I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She says the words as if she’s worrying that I will do a runner. Absolutely no chance of that.
I sit up in bed and wait for her to come back.
A few minutes later the bathroom door opens. Her smile is full when she looks at me. “Well, hi again, Hollywood.”
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.” I shake my head. “You should never wear clothes when we’re alone.”
“New rule, huh?”
“I think it’s a good one.”
She climbs back into the bed and snuggles into my side.
“You’re not sore, are you?” I ask. I tried to be gentle, but the more into it she got, the less control I had… and when her nails dug into my back, that was it.
“I feel amazing. I didn’t know it was going to be like that. I mean, you see in the movies that it’s perfect, but friends have said your first time is often awkward and
