Free The Everlasting Chapel by Marilyn Cruise Page A

minute he leaves, I’ll start to second-guess what I did. Hell,
I’m already second-guessing it.
    He sits down at the base of the bed and puts
his shoes on, and the next thing I know he kisses my lips, and then
he’s out the door.
    Falling back into the mattress, memories of
last night flood my mind.
    The way he had been so attentive to my every
need, asking me if I liked it. How gentle he’d been, his fingertips
and lips skimming across every part of me, warming me up. Spencer’s
breath turning hard as I struggled with his belt buckle. The
passionate, desperate kisses in between. Spencer removing his pants
as I fell into his bed laughing. The vibrator he’d suddenly
produced and used…
     
    Oh, God. He used a hot pink vibrator on me
and I had come several times! I grab a pillow and scream into it.
Last night I hadn’t even blinked when he asked me if it was okay
that he used it. Today…gosh, I can’t even think about it without
giggling.
     
    … Spencer’s erection springing free as I
tore off his boxers. My anticipation growing stronger as I took in
the sight of him. Wrapping my fingers around his hardness. Plunging
him into my mouth. His loud, sexy moans that vibrated through me.
His hands caressing my face as I sucked hard. Laughing as he picked
me up and gently shoved me onto the bed. The rip of foil, and him
rolling on the condom. Him kneeling before me, his eyes wild with
desire, my insides throbbing with need. The moment he had entered
me. So gentle. So filling. So delicious.
    His kisses on my face as he held himself up
on his elbows. Me wrapping my legs around him, telling him to go
harder. Not hard enough. Him laughing, whispering for me to be
patient as he warmed me up. Our thrusts coming together, slowly
increasing in speed and intensity.
    My desire building. A moment where I closed
my eyes and saw Michael’s face. Me burying the pain deep, deep
down. Spencer’s moans bringing me back, his pants, grunts, and
calling my name pushing me over the edge, so I found my
release.
    Him collapsing on top of me—limp. Our
breaths labored, competing against the R & B music in the
background. Him kissing me one last time, telling me how wonderful
it was for him, and how he hoped I enjoyed it. Me thinking hell,
yes, I enjoyed it, but all his concern for me became a little
annoying, and made me feel weak. Me collapsing into his arms, and
quickly drifting off to sleep.
     
    I am not going to regret this. I am going to
hold my head high, and not feel guilty for one second. The
unfortunate thing is that when you have to tell yourself that you
will not feel something, you already are feeling that exact
emotion.
    But why should I feel guilty? I have no
commitment to Michael and he hasn’t committed anything to me. Well,
other than that he would wait for me. But in reality, I can’t trust
that. Only time will tell, and until that time, I’m going to
continue to live my life.
    I slowly make my way into the shower,
feeling delightfully sore and still slightly dizzy. Last night,
Spencer had felt so gentle the entire time, and it had all been
like a dream. Of course it could have been the tequila and rum in
my system, but something tells me Spencer has had a lot of practice
in the woman-pleasing department.
    I see the vibrator on the bathroom counter
and laugh as I pick it up. God, I need to get me one of these.
    I have nothing to wear other than the mini
skirt and tank top I wore last night, so I slip those on. When I
get to Spencer’s kitchen, I see a plate of scrambled eggs and
English muffins. I smile. He’s so thoughtful, and always a
gentleman. A girl could get used to this type of treatment. But
even as nice and wonderful as everything has been, I still can’t
ignore the fact that I feel there’s something missing. Spencer
definitely feels like a friend with amazing benefits type guy.
    Michael, however, is a lover.
     
     
     
     
     
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    I take the elevator down, and easily locate
Spencer’s cobalt