Married To My Ex, Now Billionaire Boss

We’re Just Starting

AISHA

TENSION IGNITED the fire that set off between me and Spencer. I was clinging onto him as he angled his face to kiss me better.

“Oh,” I mumbled when he swam towards one side of the pool with me still clinging onto him. My back felt the cold wall of the pool and I had nothing to say but to graze my hands all over the back of my head as I clung for support and more heat.

Between my thighs, I could feel his bulge slowly growing. He was already large and with the sensations brought upon kissing each other. I inhaled a sharp breath when I felt Spencer’s lips traveling from my lips, temple, slowly down to my neck.

He suckled the sensitive part of my neck and I let out a soft moan. “You’re adorable,” Spencer muttered and smirked.

His lips went back to capturing my lower lip and nibbling on it. When I gasped for air, that is when I felt his tongue teasing to explore the insides of my mouth.

“May I?” he whispered.

I nodded. He looked into my eyes and for once, I could only hear the loud beating of my heart and the rush of blood pumping inside my veins.

Our tongues moved in a rhythm; he teased the sides of my lips before kissing me once again, deeper this time. And each time I opened my mouth to gasp for air, he would stick his tongue inside and explore my mouth further.

“S-spencer,” I grabbed his hair for support as I felt a knot on my stomach just from his kiss which was once soft and teasing until it became aggressive, deep, and hot.

“I want you…” He only looked at me with those vibrant brown eyes and I felt like the world was reduced to this single moment. He didn’t have to say anything to appease me. I have never felt this strong pull of force. I want to see this through—the tension… and maybe something more than what meets the eye.

In my relationship with Ricky, he never looked at me this way. He would just kiss me once and then go back to fixating on his phone. We would hang out, but mostly, we would talk about work. I thought we were just taking things slow. But now, it dawned on me. What if he just didn’t see me being desirable enough? That’s why he couldn’t care much and cheated?

Before disappointment laced my heart, I shrugged my head and once again focused on the man who was now touching the sides of my waist, up and then down.

Our breaths hitched up as we touched each other’s bodies. The water was cold, and the sky was getting dark. Spencer’s eyes turned wistful as he kept looking at me. Was he looking for signs if I wanted to continue or was he hesitating?

Until I felt his fingertips on my back, touching the strings of my bikini.

“I wanna take this off,” he muttered, his voice stern and serious. Like he couldn’t wait to do it, but he is just restraining himself. I held his gaze and with a single nod, I felt his fingers pull my bra.

Flashbacks rushed through my mind—those moments when we were too curious about our bodies, and we found solace in each other’s touch. This won’t be the same as what it used to be. But tonight… I know I wanted him too. I don’t have to overthink about other things.

As Spencer took the tiny black bikini off me… I traced circles onto his chest.

“Are you sure about this?” I heard him ask while his hands cupped my breasts. My n*****s went hard as soon as his hands touched this sensitive part of my body without any barrier.

“Y-yes. Why would I hesitate? It’s just sex.”

He said nothing. But I heard him grunt a little before putting my n*****s in his mouth and licking the sides of them, then soon sucking on them.

“Ugh,” I moaned. Spencer sucked one of my n*****s and played with the other. As he did that, he humped his crotch between my thighs. “Oh, god…”

Spencer had a full hard-on. I could feel it despite him still wearing his pants. As he kept kissing my breasts, I could feel his c**k twitching. I reached for it below and my hands shivered not from the cold pool of water but from the intense need of wanting his c**k buried inside of me.

I felt Spencer’s strong hands caressing my thighs. He moved away from me a little, then he lowered my panties so he could cup my mound.

“So soft,” he whispered. “I want to fill this with my huge cock.”

“P-please,” I couldn’t even recognize my own voice as I purred under him. He pulled me closer to him once again. This time tracing circles on my clit, down to my slit before grabbing my ass tightly.

“I’m gonna sink my fingers inside you and make your sweet p***y ache for me. You’d like that?”

Oh… hearing him say the things he’d do to my body felt like fire engulfing me. I looked at him in the eyes as I arched my back, wanting more of his hands to explore all of me down there.

I felt tingling sensations as he put more pressure on rubbing my clit then he increased his pace before surprising me with one finger and thrusting inside my v****a.

“Ughh,” I moaned as I clung to his arms.

“Your face just went from showing your beauty and innocence to a lovely woman waiting to get lost with pleasure…” Spencer mumbled as he thrust his middle finger inside of me and increased his pace.

I felt myself stretching around his finger. With my eyes closed, pleasure arose all around my body and I just realized I was already humping on Spencer’s finger, riding on it. His pace increased and he pushed two of his fingers inside me. Deeper. Faster. Harder. My moans got louder and I desperately looked for things to hold onto.

My eyes rolled behind my head before they shut as I hissed in pleasure. I could feel my head spinning from the intense pleasure building up in my stomach. I was too drawn with how good it felt… so good. I don’t want this to end. I want more. More of him. More of his fingers inside me.

Spencer’s fingers expertly finger f****d me, while he was staring into my eyes. I didn’t have to ask whether to increase the pressure or change his pace. He already knew what to do and how to bring me to the brink of orgasm.

“Ohh… god,” I hummed. “I-I’m g-gonna…”

He nodded as if already knowing what I was gonna say.

“c*m for me, princess,” then he kissed my neck, fondled my n****e with his other hand, and lounged three of his fingers deeper inside me.

I felt my insides contracting before shivering under his touch.

“Good girl.” Spencer’s deep baritone voice sounded too hot in my ears as I had just reached the peak of my orgasm.

“My knees are gonna give out,” I said, clinging onto him, breathing heavily.

I heard him laugh. “We’re just starting.”