“Spencer,” I whined, grabbing the back of his head and holding him to me. “Please!”
He pulled back slowly. First his mouth left my skin, and then he inched his fingers out of my ass at a glacial pace. I felt every second of it and spread my legs even wider. When he sat back on his heels and picked up the condom, I laid out before him. The lust on his face, that pure want and desire, made me freeze. My ragged breathing was the only sound in the room, and his attention was fixed entirely on me.
He fumbled the wrapper, then finally got it open. He only looked away from me to roll the latex down his hard, leaking shaft. Once it was in place, he covered me again. I let out a whimper as his hot flesh came into contact with mine. With exquisite care, he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, pressing it back toward my chest. The other he wrapped around his waist as he got into position.