Did she ever. Inch by inch, she enveloped his girth. He had thought she was tight earlier, but sliding into her now, Spencer knew his fingers hadn’t fully prepared her. Her shiver, the throaty cry filling his ears, and the nails digging half-moons into his back would all mark their first time together. They both shuddered when his crown passed her entrance.
“Careful, Kate,” he warned just as she sank to the hilt, burying his entire shaft.Shit!He was so deep, his sperm wouldn’t have to travel far, and that thought had his hips jerking upwards.
Every twitch, every pulse was an explosion against his nerves.
She gasped the strangled words. “You feel…”
“I know,” he whispered, circling his hands around her middle. She was flush against him, breasts cradled against his chest. Yet, he needed her closer. “Ride me, Kate.”
The direction was meant to give her control, let her decide how deep she wanted him, but as she gyrated her hips, milking his cum from his balls, Spencer lost all restraint.
His hands gripped her hips, lifting her along his shaft before surging into her again. Over and over they rode the waves to climax as the world spun around them. There were no words for the emotions coursing through his veins. He never experienced this particular elixir before. Ripple after ripple rolled over his skin, mixed with beads of sweat that made their skin sticky. And for the first time, he embraced all of it. He savored her hungry kisses as her mouth slammed against his; their fevered coupling and the loud slapping of their sex spoke to how wet she was. Wet for him. His dick tunneled her sweet folds, stretching her for him, and him alone.
“Ay papi, I’m cumming!”
The words barely left her mouth when her walls rippled, sending an equal bolt along his spine. His balls tightened moments before his sperm filled her in a possessive need to claim what was his.
***
Kate
“Still up forsharing your bed tonight?” She asked once they were no longer gulping for air.
“Right after we shower,” he said and she laughed at his predictable answer.
Kate wouldn’t change a thing. She adored all his sides and quirks.
“Are you ready?” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “My legs are goo,” he admitted.
“Wait here. It will only take a minute to put the dishes in the dishwasher.”
“Leave them.”
She leaned back to look at him. “Spencer Travis leaving dishes unwashed.” She shook her head. “I couldn’t leave them if I wanted to. My abuela would be waiting on Dia de los Muertos to hit me over the head.”
“I like her already.”
“You would have.” Her fingers combed his dreads. “She liked order, like you.” Her smile slipped.
“Are you alright?” He asked, his brows wrinkled.
“I was thinking of my parents.” The holidays were big in her family, and her grandmother had showered them with traditions and food that she could still taste years later. “When I come back from spending Christmas with them, maybe we could start a tradition of our own.”
“I’d like that. And I’d also like you to meet my family.”
“I thought your parents—”
“They are,” he finished her statement. “Cor, his father, and Wren are not blood but they’ve been in my life longer than I can remember.”
Kate smoothed his brows. “I already know my boss and his father, silly,” she teased, knowing what he meant. Her insides tingled as if a million butterflies were flapping their wings at once. “I’d like to meet Wren.”
Spencer groaned. Giving her a light spank, he lifted her off his lap. “I changed my mind. No meeting Wren until he goes bald.”
Kate laughed. Their hair teasing wasn’t a secret. Each time the friends were in Cor’s office it got lively, and Spencer’s words felt as though he was including her in their friendship. She watched Spencer load the dishwasher with expert precision and wondered if he realized her heart wrapped around his words like an anchor.
He linked their fingers after turning on the dishwasher. “I want you to meet Amari too; be my date this Kwanzaa before your trip home.”
Her heart stopped for what felt like decades. Knowing he didn’t take being a Big Brother lightly, Kate knew without a doubt he knew what his words meant. Yet she still asked, “Are you sure?”