Class Of Desire (Contemporary Romance) (5 page)

In that moment,
Lizzy wished she’d been able to find a good man, a positive male figure for her
son. Her greatest fear was that the lack of having a father in his life was
making her son lash out and become aggressive toward others. He was no longer
the little baby she’d held in her arms all those years ago, he was beginning to
grow into a man. She remembered the doctor telling her that Nathan had admitted
to starting the fight with his friend. The doctor had even went further to say
that her son showed signs of poor anger management skills. This was definitely
something she would have to discuss with him and try to help him work it out. A
repeat of this incident was not something she wanted.

Spencer pulled up
alongside the apartment building where Lizzy lived. He’d never been to this
part of New York, Lizzy was sure. She did appreciate that he didn’t say
anything offensive.

As they stepped out
of the vehicle she was somewhat relieved to finally be home. Spencer offered to
carry her son upstairs to the apartment for her. A little envious feeling crept
over Lizzy as she secretly wished that it was her in his arms. Pushing the untimely
thought to the back of her mind, she tried to remind herself that her son had
just come home from the hospital and he had to be her only focus.

“This way,” Lizzy
said as she led Spencer down the narrow hallway in the small apartment, to the
room that her son shared with his sister Molly. Tonight Molly’s bed was empty, her
neighbor Mrs. Lewis had offered to let Molly stay with her for the night after
learning of the accident.

Lizzy directed
Spencer to her son’s bed and watched as he carefully placed him in bed, and
tucking the sheets beneath the young boy’s body.

“Can I get you
something to
drink, juice, water, tea
?” Lizzy asked with an eager
expression on her face. She was very grateful to Spencer for going out of his
way to help her.

Spencer shot her
a pensive look, as if he were trying to decide whether he should accept her
offer. “Well maybe some water would be fine.”

“Sure, be back in
a minute,” Lizzy left him briefly, and returned shortly with a glass of water
in one hand.

Closing Nathan’s
bedroom door softly, Lizzy and Spencer moved into the quaint little living
room, chatting as they walked. As they spoke, the desire to ask him about his
family grew and she finally asked. Much to her surprise, Spencer informed her
that he didn’t have any children. He went on further to say that he adored
them, but never met someone he was ready to build a family with.

“Maybe, I’ll just
adopt your son,” he teased.

“Oh he’s quite a
handful, you
may
end up regretting that decision,” she laughed hard.

“He seems like a
good kid,” Spencer said as took a sip of water, then bringing his gaze back up
to meet hers.

As they made
themselves comfortable on the couch, Lizzy edged closer to Spencer. She was
doing her best not to give away how much she was enjoying his company. The
scent of familiar cologne filled the air like invisible smoke and it was
driving Lizzy wild inside. With a subtle deep breath she inhaled and relived their
first encounter.

Take Me

A
fter chatting for what seemed like hours,
their night winded down with much deliberation from both of them. Then it
happened. Just as Lizzy stood to her feet, Spencer did the same and without
warning they bumped into each other.

Lizzy’s heart
thudded and time stopped as she brought her gaze up slowly to meet his
unwavering stare. He towered over her, like a knight standing proud and tall
over the battle field. He had a warmth that made her feel safe, secure, and
moreover aroused. His baby blue eyes were as luminous as the reflection of
sunlight on tranquil water.

“Lizzy,” he said
softly. His voice was strained, as if he were fighting a battle within. As he
spoke her name, he gently stroked the side of her chin with the back of his slightly
fisted hand.

A sudden shiver
ran through her entire being, crashing down at the core of her womanhood. She
purred against his touch, desperate to feel more of his sweet caresses. “I want
this,” Lizzy whispered, elevating her body to the tip of her toes so that she
could meet his lips. His lips were soft and tender, just as she’d imagined they
would be. She could feel his heart thumping hard as she demanded his kisses.

Spencer’s body
tensed against hers as she captured his lips, her tongue desperately in search
of his. The urgency and passion on her breathe was like a driven force of
nature – her body needed him. A delicious chill shot through Lizzy, motivating
her to kiss him with more earnest. Her soul wanted this, it needed this and she
was fully embracing it. Slowly Spencer gave in completely, his fingers weaving
through her silken hair as he pulled her in harder against him, indulging in
her sweetness.

His primal urges
now controlled his every move; this was the woman he’d been fantasizing about
for some time and he wanted to give in to his every desire. Closing his eyes,
he allowed himself to fully enjoy the feel of this tantalizing moment.

Her breath almost
hitched in her throat, as their bodies’ tumbled down to the softness of the fluffy
beige couch. With locked lips, they continued to ride the waves of their
passion. Lizzy positioned herself beneath him, allowing his body to almost
eclipse hers as they devoured each other with a stream of hot wet kisses.

As their tongues
wrestled in sweet succulent bliss, Lizzy found herself wanting much more of
Spencer. The sensations coursing through her veins made her hopelessly long to
feel him in the most intimate of ways. Every nerve in her now overly sensitive
body jolted with excitement as they slowly crested the summit of their ecstasy.

Giving into her
desires, she allowed her fingers to roam down his torso until she found the bulge
in his pants. Lizzy swiftly unzipped the zipper, slipping one hand in to feel
his throbbing manhood. His cock came alive as she slowly removed it from his
pants. His shaft pulsated to her touch, as she stroked him in firm fluid
motions.

Like a volcano her
juices boiled over. The pleasure from their kisses, coupled with his encouraging
responses to her strokes, was the most delicious feeling in the world.

Lizzy could feel
him sluggishly ending their kisses and she feared that perhaps he would end it
all. But he didn’t, instead he nipped at her lower lip seductively, as his
fingers played with the buttons of her blouse. She couldn’t tell if he was
seeking her permission to proceed or if this all part of the foreplay. So she
gave him a little boost, and used her fingers to help him unbutton her blouse.

As her buttons
came loose one by one, his eyes grew warmer and warmer, anticipation lurking
upon his features. A cheesy grin touched his lips, as her red lace bra came
into sight. Her barely clad cleavage looked perfect and by the look on his
face, he seemed delighted by what he saw. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Spencer
wrapped his arms around her to unlatch her bra, freeing her breasts from the
restrains of the lace fabric.

Her breasts
sprung free in full glory, ready to be teased and caressed by his soft touch. A
bout of pleasure rushed through her as he cupped her right breast in the palm of
his hand, slowly bringing his lips to her. She cringed inwardly as his tongue
lightly swept across her hardened peaks, fueling her raging desire.

She squirmed
under the feel of his tongue, her fingers digging into the soft cushion for
support. The sensations gripping her were almost forgotten, it had been a long
time since she’d felt the sweet caresses of a man. Closing her eyes, Lizzy
floated in the sea of pleasure as it washed over her inner being.

“Oh God,
Spencer,” slurred in manner, the words left her lips like an intoxicated drunk.
His lips moved her nipples feverishly as he sucked and licked them like a
hungry beast. His breath was sharp and heavy, filled with intense passion and
desire. Focusing on one nipple with his tongue, he massaged the other between
his thumb and index finger, rolling it into a swollen nub.

The fluttering in
her stomach grew as his lips clung to one breast and his fingers moved slowly
down to the dampness between her legs. Her pussy clenched as he found her core,
he began stroking her flesh lightly with great care. His finger glistened with
her sweet nectar as he worked his way from her throbbing clitoris, to her slit;
then thrusting his middle finger into her wetness.

Lizzy parted her
legs further, allowing him better access into her temple of delight. His
fingers stroked her insides gently at first, caressing her as he went along. Gradually
his thrust became more rapid with urgency, plunging deep into her warm needy
core. Her body quivered from his strong thrusts. The way he moved his fingers
while deep within her did something magical to her. Her moans became course and
raspy as she heaved her pelvis to meet his fingers.

Wave after wave
of pleasure came crashing down between her thighs as she became a prisoner in
an ocean of desires. Her legs jerked carelessly as he slowly inserted another
finger into her moist heat, his lips beckoning her to give in to her climax.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
she said. She’d been holding back and he
could tell. Lizzy moaned and cried out his name, as he continued to serve her
with a series of delicately hard thrusts. Tiny spasms rocked through her pussy,
as her juices oozed out like honey. It felt so good, so delicious, and so
rapturous, she didn’t want him to stop.

Arching her back
against the cushion, she finally lost all control. With one final thrust,
Spencer entered her slit with his fingers, lingering within her as he stroked
her inner walls.

“
Oh Spencer!
Spencer! God - Spencer!”
Each one of her cries was louder than the last. Her
legs trembling, as the milk from her pussy dripped down his fingers. Her orgasm
had ripped through her body uncontrollably.

Spencer pulled
away momentarily, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his toned muscular chest
to Lizzy’s curious eyes. She carefully scurried his body, taking in the
contours of his perfectly shaped chest and hardened stomach.
He must work
out a lot
, she thought to herself, pulling her body up to meet his. As she
sat upright, their gazes met, and like magic, the need to feel him within her
grew again.

Slowly she
brought her fingers to his chest, running them along his rugged flesh. As she
did, his muscles seemed to flex under her touch. A saucy smile formed in the
corner of her mouth, upon the realization that it was now her turn to pleasure
him. Gliding her hand down to his protruding member, she wrapped her fingers
around him gently. He groaned in a low husky voice, thrusting his shaft into
the embrace of her grip. “My God, that feels so good,” he grimaced.

Jumping to her
feet suddenly, Lizzy then dropped to her knees before him. He positioned
himself on the couch, his legs spread wide to accommodate her. Her hands
encircled the base of his shaft as she greeted his raw flesh with her tongue.

He moaned loudly,
and his body became tense as she took him in. His cock throbbed in her mouth as
she started to suck him vigorously, moving her tongue along his full length. Lizzy
released him slowly, shifting her focus to the firmly rounded head of his
shaft. With delicateness, she encircled the perimeter of his head with her
tongue.

As she caressed
him, his groans grew deeper and his fingers locked into her hair with brute
force. Lizzy soon found the two sensitive globes hanging beneath his shaft. She
began massaging them with one hand, while she lapped at his cock. Tiny dollops
of his wetness met her tongue as he thrashed his groin upwards, thrusting his
shaft into her warm inviting lips.

Suddenly he stopped;
withdrawing his throbbing member from her mouth; his hands then helped her to
her feet. Lizzy did not hesitate; she straddled him and brushed her wetness
against the head of his shaft, before gently sitting down on it. His cock
breeched her entrance, like a sharp spear piercing through her flesh. The
muscles of her core clenched around his manhood, embracing it gradually as she sank
her body further down upon him.

“Ahhh...” she
moaned. Her voice was like that of wounded animal, yet she seemed determined to
take all of him inside her. He was enormous; thicker and longer than any of her
ex-lovers.

“You feel so
good,” Spencer whispered, with delight on his breath, and a satisfied grin
touching his lips. He held onto her body by wrapping his hands around her waist,
pulling her onto him and guiding her downward thrusts.

“Li-z-zy,” he
said, with a strained voice that was full with hunger and desperation.

The way he called
her name made her quiver from within and she found herself becoming more
engulfed in the flames of their passion. Each thrust was better than the last
and their mixed juices trickled onto his shaft like sweet rain. It was a
mixture of pleasure and blissful pain, as her tight pussy conformed to take in
the full length of his manhood.

She increased
their pleasure by rocking her pelvis back and forth. Moaning and whimpering as
she rode him like a cowboy on an untamed bull. Spencer plunged his cock into
her moistness without mercy, releasing several sharp gasps of air as he served
her with a series of hard upwards thrusts.

Like a whip, her
pussy lashed out against his shaft. Her plump ass cheeks slapping hard against
his thighs as she plummeted her body onto his. Lizzy’s moans increased as tiny
spasms shot through her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to her impending
climax.

Electricity
traveled through her, forcing her body closer to its highest point of ecstasy. With
a loud joyful cry Lizzy found herself unable to hold out much longer. And
without warming she heightened the sensations surging through him by pounding her
pussy harder unto his cock.

Her juices ran
down his shaft and all thought evaporated from his mind. Lizzy shrieked as he
yanked at her hair, launching his cock into her glistening warmth. His massive
thrust sent her toppling over the edge to intense delirium.

“Oh Yes! Yes!
Yes!” Lizzy cried out, closing her eyes and thrashing her wetness carelessly onto
his rock hard shaft.

“Ohhh!” his groan
was prolonged as he slammed into her pussy harder.

“Come with me,
Liz,” he groaned, as he increased his momentum, his eyes now stormy with
desire.

Until now, he’d
been calling her Elizabeth and she was pleasantly surprised to hear him call
her otherwise. She knew that perhaps it was nothing to do with affection, but
rather, everything to do with lust controlled words and emotions. However, it
didn’t matter in that moment. All she really wanted to do was enjoy her orgasm.
And so, she pushed it to the back of her mind and kissed him feverishly,
working her wet pussy on his hardened shaft.

“That feels so
good,” she moaned, as she crested the summit of her arousal.

Like a melodious
choir, their voices blended and they echoed each other with several blissful moans
and groans. Her juices flowing like a fountain onto his throbbing manhood, as her
body cringed suddenly from the eruption of her climax.

“Oh God!”
she squealed. Her pussy shuddered and pulsated
against his cock. This seemed to be the last straw for Spencer; with a mighty
upwards thrust, he exploded within her, filling her pussy with his warm lava.

The strained
groan that slipped his lips was an indication of his vague attempt to control
himself. A stream of sensations washed over Lizzy as he nestled his manhood
within her, their juices mixing together like milk and honey. As the warm
liquid trickled down her tender flesh, she couldn’t help but bask in the
soothing feel of the calm following their passionate storm. Laying her head on
his shoulder, she tried to catch her breath, and slowly allowing reality to creep
in upon her.

A few quiet
minutes went by before Lizzy finally withdrew her core, slipping to his side on
the couch. Even now she could still feel his sweet nectar sipping from her
swollen pussy. Spencer’s eyes caught hers as she stood to her feet in an
attempt to get dressed. The look in his eyes let her know that she had nothing
to be embarrassed about. He looked content and satisfied. He rose to his feet,
and kissed her in a warm comforting manner.