Sailing West

42 • Kinks

Chapter Song: positions by Ariana Grande

Admitting that you love someone for the first time is like being swept away in a storm wave.

Nerves and happiness and excitement entwined with hormones. And after I'd said those three words out loud, the passion brewing between Spencer and I was a hurricane.

We barely made it back to the hotel room before ripping each other's clothes off. Had it not been for Turner—who I owed a life debt to at this point—I would've had this man naked in the backseat.

The elevator ride to our hotel room was torture. Spencer's wild tongue and playful bites landing on my neck and against my shoulder.

Once we crashed through the door to our room, Spencer made short work of our clothes. He swept me into his arms, grabbed his little paper bag of notes, and we collapsed onto the bed together.

Laughing and kissing between trading, I love you back and forth. The sound of my name on his lips intoxicating.

Then a pile of love notes was spilled over the white comforter.

"These are pretty dirty, Stella," Spencer drawled. Unfolding one of the sheets of notebook paper. "I'm kinda impressed. I mean, painting your body with my tongue? Damn, babe."

I was blushing bright red when he pulled out one in particular. "Now, this one is my favorite. I mean, it's had me twisted all morning." He carefully unfolded the paper with a mischievous grin. "You want me to tie you to the bed and drip champagne on your body?"

The heat in my cheeks throbbed.

In my defense, after writing over thirty dirty notes, my mind had gone straight to the gutter, and I was pretty sure I was channeling every steamy book I'd ever read.

"Too much?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"Oh, Stella..." his finger was under my chin. "No, it's not too much."

I took his face between my hands and kissed him with everything inside of me. "I love you," I said between kisses. "And I want you."

"Oh, I know you do. You've told me thirty-five different ways."

Fuck the teasing. I just needed him. My legs were around his waist.

Spencer bit down on my nipple, and I let out a little cry of pleasure. "Do you still want me to tie you to the bed?"

I'd let this man do whatever he wanted. I trusted him. And I loved him. "Only if you want to."

"I really, really do."

A silk tie was pulled from his closet, then wrapped carefully around my wrists—one end tied to the bed.

I'd never done anything like this before, and I was practically salivating to see what his dirty mind had planned. "You're safe with me, okay?" Spencer breathed in my ear. "I love you."

A second silk tie went around my eyes. "I love you, too."

I felt the mattress shift beneath me, then footsteps as he walked out of the bedroom.

A chill swept over my body, followed by anticipation like I'd never experienced. The room was quiet save for the clinking of crystal glasses and the sound of the ice maker in the distance.

Footsteps came moments later, then the pop of a champagne bottle.

The mattress compressed under his weight, and I realized I was desperate for him. Waiting. Spencer's woody vanilla scent eased beside me before a cold glass was pressed to my lips.

"Have a taste."

I let him tip tart champagne into my mouth. After the glass was pulled away, his tongue traced the line between my lips before Spencer was kissing me. Rough and demanding. As quick as our kiss started, it was over.

My lips were buzzing from expensive champagne and his stubble.

I longed to have his mouth covering mine again, but the thought was disrupted by drips of cold liquid running down my breasts—little rivulets streaming over my nipples. Ice cold champagne was followed by his warm tongue, lapping up each drop.

His moan was deep when I arched into his touch. More drops of champagne fell against my stomach. Lifting goosebumps and sending a shiver down my legs.

"You like being teased, don't you?" Spencer asked though I was sure he knew the answer. One finger slid over slick skin, just a barely-there touch, and I let out a surprised gasp. My knees fell open for him. I wanted him to keep touching me just like that.

"More," I panted. "I want more."

"Oh baby, I'm just getting warmed up."

The freezing burn of an ice cube traced my lips, following the same path as the drips of champagne. Spencer didn't warm my skin with his mouth this time, he let me twist in the sheets, as the ice cube made its way down.

Then that ice cube was in his mouth, licking me just above where I wanted him to be.

Spencer took the next thirty minutes to not give me what I wanted. I was gasping and wound so tight I thought my body my crack.

"Do you need more?" Spencer asked, his lips against my inner thigh.

"Please," was all I could say. "I need you."

Kisses climbed up my stomach before I felt his warm body against mine. Spencer slid his impressive length over me, and I cried out again. I was so close. Every nerve was on fire.

"Please," I breathed again. Squirming. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was grinning like a fox.

The back of my knees were in his hands when he finally slammed into me. Every part lit with electric energy from his touch.

It couldn't get any better than this. Then loving this man who was just as wild as he was compassionate. Just as dirty as he was caring.

His low moans and my sharp gasps didn't last long after that. We were both panting and breathless, holding each other before I drifted off to sleep. Spencer's arms curled around me.

"This is all I want," Spencer mumbled into my hair. "You. Right here."

I lifted his hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to warm skin. "You are all I want."

We slept for most of the day just like that. Lost. Found. At peace. And I knew my heart and his heart would be tethered together from now on. I could face anything with him by my side.

A/N

Did you think I'd be able to resist writing make-up/ I love you sex? 😆

Spencer would not have been happy with me if I'd have let that fade to black.

Three chapters left, and at least 3 Epilogue chapters ❤️ (maybe a fourth, not sure yet)

xx
AJ