Page 69 of Trust Again

Now I could hear Olivia’s voice. She spoke slowly, with lots of pauses. She sounded really young.

“Sure, I’ll call back tomorrow. But only if you go to bed and stop upsetting Mom.”

Olivia seemed satisfied with that, because shortly afterward Spencer said, “Good night, little Olive,” and hung up the phone.

He dropped his arm. Neither of us moved. After what seemed like an infinitely long moment, he detached himself from my embrace and turned to face me. His gaze was dark and impenetrable, but his smile was soft.

“Do you want to be alone?” My voice was barely audible.

He shook his head slightly.

“Okay.”

His gaze traveled down to my mouth and became even darker. Instinctively, I stood on my tiptoes, put my hands on his cheeks and stroked them with my thumbs. Spencer leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. And that’s how we stayed until his breathing calmed. Carefully, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the corner of his mouth. Spencer tightened his grip on my hips. I kissed the other corner of his mouth before placing my lips fully against his. Just for a second, and lightly. When I began to pull back, he growled softly and dug his fingers into my skin. Then he pulled me close. His tongue parted my lips and there was nothing timid about his touch. He put both hands under my thin shirt and moaned as he felt my skin.

It seemed he didn’t want to be by himself or talk; he just wanted to blow off steam. And I was fine with that.

I separated myself from him and reached for his hand, leading the way into his room. Once inside, I let him pass me and then closed the door behind us.

It was dark. At first, I could only make out Spencer’s silhouette, but gradually my eyes began to adjust. Without thinking much about it, I pulled off my top and dropped my shorts to the floor. Then he was standing right in front of me, taking my hands and holding them above my head. He pressed his body against me and I felt his firm chest against my skin. My nipples hardened instantly. He grunted and lowered his lips to my throat, just as I bent to kiss his chest. I let my teeth slide over his collarbone and sucked his skin between my lips. He tasted freshly showered, clean and warm.

Spencer released my hands and ran his fingers through my hair. He tilted my head back so he could kiss me deeper. In each touch I felt his despair, understood what was going on inside him without his having to say a word. Every urgent kiss was revealing. I could almost taste his pain and sorrow.

I reached out and gently pulled on the waistband of his boxers, letting my hand slip inside and down to his hot erection.

Abruptly, he drew back. His chest grazed mine, his breath was jagged. “Dawn, I can’t think straight right now. If you go on like this, then…” He gasped as I let my hand glide up and down.

“I want you to forget everything,” I whispered.

He emitted a tortured moan. “Then you’re doing pretty well.”

He braced himself with one hand on the door. With each touch from me, he arched his pelvis forward. I kept going until he had to muffle his moaning against my neck. The next moment, I had pulled his boxer shorts down. He stepped out of them and drew me close. Limbs entangled, we stumbled toward the bed, only pausing for Spencer to grab his wallet from the nightstand and dig out a condom. In no time, my panties lay on the floor, and he was pulling me over him.

“I want you on top of me,” he whispered.

At this moment he could have asked me for anything, and I would have given it, gladly. His member was pressing against my opening, and I gasped. I wanted him, at least as much as he seemed to need me. Slowly I lowered my hips, bit by bit, without taking my eyes off his face. Even in the dark, I could see his eyes shining. Spencer threw one arm around me and with the other hand he cupped one of my breasts. I gave a soft whimper and pressed my hips down farther. He started stroking my breast and then kneaded it gently. Instinctively, I lifted up a bit and then let myself sink back down on him. He was so deep inside me—I could barely breathe.

Spencer grasped me tightly around the hips and helped me find a rhythm. With my every downward motion, he lifted his pelvis upward until he suddenly touched that very special spot.

“Oh, God.” I sank my face into his shoulder to avoid making any noise.

He immediately slid his fingers into my hair and gently but firmly tipped my head back.

“No. I want to hear you,” he said and all the gentleness was gone from his voice.

His commanding tone made my muscles contract around him.

He drew in a breath through his teeth.

“Fuck, Dawn.”

I took him deeper inside. This time I didn’t hold back; I let him really hear what he was doing to me. Spencer pressed his fingers into my sides and guided my motions. I surrendered completely to him, letting him go deeper than ever before. Way down inside me, a tension was building that was so strong, it made me see stars. I could hardly breathe, the sensations were that overpowering. He took my nipple between his teeth, lifted his hips again in that particular way, and I flew to the heavens.

Wrapped around him, I clutched his shoulders as lights exploded inside me. Spencer trembled under my body, pressed his face against my shoulder and gasped my name.

I stroked his hair and put my other hand on his neck, feeling his heartbeat. I drank in the moment and held on tight. There was nothing wrong with this feeling, nothing scary. This was Spencer. My Spencer.

I kissed his hair and his cheeks and then tipped his head back to press my lips on his. Our kiss was lazy and full. All Spencer’s tension had evaporated. So had his despair. At least for now.

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