Page 24 of Spook’s Honor

The room feels too quiet, except for her breathing, and the rough drag of mine, as I bury my head in her neck. Inhaling her scent, trying to regain some semblance of control.

“Need you, Spook,” she whispers, hands running up and down my back, before tunnelling her fingers into my hair.

Easing back from where I had my head buried in the crook of her neck, I brush my lips against her cheek roughly whispering, “Luca, baby. For you, I’ll always be Luca.”

Her eyes widen at my words, then softens. She smiles sweetly. “Luca,” she hums, lifting her head, and touches her lips to mine until I deepen the kiss, running my hands down her body to her thighs, tunnelling under her skirt, and curling my hand around her knee. I tug her leg higher on my hip. Grinding my cock into her pussy.

She whimpers, hips shifting restlessly.

“Off,” she gasps, tugging at my shirt. Pressing one last kiss to the corner of her mouth, I stand and tug my shirt over my head.

My eyes never leave hers, as I lower to my knees at the foot of the bed. I slide my palms up her calves to her thighs, hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, and pull them down her legs and off. Throwing them to the side. Running my hands back up her legs to her knees, I gently spread her legs. Honor lets out a whimpering sigh. She runs a tongue over her lips, watching me from lowered lids, as I lower my head.

My nostrils flare at the scent that’s all Honor—hot, turned-on woman—and I fucking love that it’s me who got her here. Mouth-watering, I grip her hips tightly, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. Lowering my head, I lose her eyes, then my mouth is on her.

For a week I’ve been waiting to taste her. Now that I’ve got her in my bed, in my life, I’m not wasting another minute.

I suck, lick, and tease her until she’s trembling beneath me; every little movement telling me how close she is.

I feel the shift in her body when she gets close. Sliding a finger inside her, slow at first, my tongue circling her nub. Her pussy is tight, but softens around my finger the more I work her clit. She relaxes enough for me to add another. Twisting my wrist, I turn my fingers, and slide them in and out of her; never letting up until I find the spot that I know will send her wild.

When I do, she unravels, bucking and riding my face. I brace an arm against her hips, holding her still, as I drive my fingers in and out of her; setting a rhythm, building pressure, her hips lift and move with me. Her fingers twist into my hair, pulling me closer. Holding me to her, she loses herself completely; taking everything she needs from me, as she rides my face to completion. When she comes, she does it hard.

I love every minute.

That primal part of me rises, fierce and possessive, wanting the whole world to know she’s mine. Mine to keep, mine to satisfy, and mine to protect.

I slow my fingers, easing her down. Loving the whimpers and cries that fall from her lips, as her hips undulate. I don’t stop, until I’ve dragged the last of her orgasm from her. Only then do I pull back, lifting my head, and taking in the sight of her.

A mass of blonde hair spread over my bed, skirts bunched at her waist. Hands still in my hair, slowly easing their hold as she pants. Head thrown back. Chest rising fast. Breasts pushing against her dress; nipples hard beneath the fabric. Fuck. She’s gorgeous.

I wait, watching as she comes back to herself. Her breathing evening out, and her grip on my hair loosening. Hands falling back to her sides.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her as I stand. Her heavy-lidded gaze locks onto mine.

She pushes up, never looking away, and strips off her dress, tossing it aside. Then her hands are on me, working my jeans open, dragging the zipper down.

Her eyes flick lower, widening slightly.

“Oh,” she whispers.

I grunt, as her hand wraps around me. Fisting my aching, hard cock. She starts pumping her hand slowly at first, then firmer. I hiss under my breath as she strokes me, pre-cum sliding down my cock. Easing her way.

Lowering her head, she wraps her lips around the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I grind out hoarsely, as her mouth moves on me. My fingers tangle in her hair, holding her gently in place, as I move my hips carefully. Nudging the back of her throat with every thrust.

“Jesus, baby,” I mutter, my voice rough when she wraps her hands around my thighs. Fingers digging in. Pulling me deeper, taking more. It takes everything in me, not to lose control right there, but I hold back. Not like this. Not the first time. I’m not coming in her mouth.

No, I want more than that. The first time I am coming deep in her cunt. Marking her as mine.

I’ve been fighting a possessive edge since I first laid eyes on her, and I’m not sure if fucking Honor is going to make it better or worse.

I’ve already marked her neck. Now I want to claim her properly. My cum in her cunt, on her tits, her belly. I want her to smell of me and know she’s mine.

With a low growl, I pull back from her, lifting her head from my cock.

I take her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, as I guide her down onto the bed, settling between her thighs.