Twisted

Chapter 4: First Time for Everything

Once Spencer closes the sliding door, he sets me down on the inviting bed while he goes into the hallway to get a condom. I admire the room around me. With a bamboo ceiling, comforting furniture, white walls, and a see-through bathroom behind me, I feel relaxed. This room is the epitome of relaxation and seduction. I'm not sure how it accomplishes both, but somehow it does.

As soon as Spencer enters the room again he tosses me a tiny square packet.

"I want you to put it on me."

I gulp. My hands shaking with nerves, I tear open the Magnum packet and take out the white circle inside. I take my sweet time rolling it on. I don't know why I'm stalling. I guess it's just nerves.

As soon as I finish rolling it on, he pushes me back onto the bed and repositions us so my head is resting on the pillows and he is hovering over me.

"Anything else princess?" he teases.

"Uh... now that you mention it, I could really use a--"

When I feel his warm tip at my dripping entrance, I become silent.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Uh... nothing. Continue..." Damn, I'm so bad at sexy talk. Spencer doesn't seem to mind though. He seizes my lips in a heart-melting kiss to calm me down.

"Baby, if you're not ready, all you have to do is say so."

Knowing very well that my vagina will disown me if I don't satisfy her, I quickly answer. "I'm ready, Spence. It's, um... I'm just... nervous."

"Why?" He brushes back my hair with his fingers so he can look me directly in the eyes lovingly.

"I heard that it hurts really badly the first time."

"Aw, princess. I'll be gentle."

"Y-you promise?"

"Of course."

I nod. He begins to calm my nerves again by kissing me, literally everywhere. By the time he's done, I don't think there's one inch of me that his lips haven't touched. But then I'm proven wrong...

His lips find their way down to my lower lips. He's just as talented at kissing these lips as he is kissing my other ones. I moan loudly in pleasure when his sneaky tongue enters me. I feel myself dripping with desire. I'm incredibly wet and my body aches for release.

"You're so beautiful, Amelia," he moans against my skin as he sucks lightly on my pink nub, giving me a burst of absolute bliss. I usually would scold him for using my full name but I am way too distracted and this time all I feel is an intense pleasure when my name slips off of his lips.

I am practically a waterfall by the time Spencer sits back up. I groan and try to push his head back down, but he just shakes his head as his notorious devilish smirk returns. I was so close to attaining the release I so desperately needed but Spencer stopped right beforehand. To say I am pissed would be an understatement.

But I don't stay angry for long. He climbs on top of me again and pulls my bottom lip down with his teeth.

"Why are you pouting, beautiful?"

"Because I-I was s-so close, and you stopped."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to become wet."

"That's mean."

"I don't think so. I was creating lubricant for... well... this."

"For wha--"

Before I can even finish my sentence, Spencer thrusts himself inside of me. I scream.