Fall Out

Chapter Six

*Bonus*

(Themes: Fan Appreciation Week)

They were on the black, sandy beach of Kaimu, Hawaii, for Trina's Spring Break. The perfumed air was thick with the scent of tropical flowers and a salty tang you could almost taste on your tongue. They were sitting on a comfy red cashmere blanket on the warm sand. Spencer wore a white polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts, legs stretched before him. His feet were free of their sandals sitting nearby.

Trina was lying down on her side with her elbow bent, her cheek resting on her palm. She wore a white tank top and khaki shorts with a considerable amount of smooth thigh and leg showing. Spencer was fascinated by her legs and feet, she didn't know why, but it made her feel warm and desired whenever she caught him distracted by them.

Just as he was at that moment, she glanced up at him and saw his head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze roaming along her form intently, stopping at her soft pearl-painted toenails. His expression was studious. Whatever he thought as he looked at her, it was with an odd intensity that fascinated and thrilled her. She hated breaking his concentration, but she was curious.

"I thought we were watching the sunset," she reminded him with gentle humor.

Spencer's head turned toward her face, but his gaze lingered behind. It slowly made its way up her trim ankles, curved calves, thighs, and hips before his dark brown eyes lifted to focus on her face. She went without make-up today. With the hot sun beaming above, she focused on sunscreen before beauty.

A few years ago, she went to a water park and learned the hard way that dark-skinned people burned just as painfully as everyone else. After enduring the lecture about proper skin care and the dangers of sun exposure from her mother, Trina took much better care of herself beneath the sun's powerful rays.

Speaking of powerful, the impact of Spencer's full gaze was upon her, and she felt like a current was running down her back. Her heartbeat accelerated. She found herself slightly short of breath.

He smiled and laid down, mirroring her by lying on his side and propping his head on his hand. "I was, but I got distracted by a better view."

She chuckled, knowing a bit of color touched her cheeks, "My legs?"

He lifted his free hand to run his index finger along the shell of her ear, gently pushing her long, black hair behind it. His finger slid down along her neck, "Your skin is exquisite. Especially when it's kissed by the sun."

"My skin?" She was having difficulty following the conversation due to the distraction of his touch.

"Mmhmm." His eyes held her gaze as his finger continued its journey to the base of her neck and traced a line along her collarbone and shoulder. Now the tiny hairs on her arms were standing up.

He noted the reaction with satisfaction and then with concern, "Are you cold?" He laid the weight of his whole hand on her upper arm and rubbed it gently to warm her.

Trina's voice was soft and husky, "No." She lifted her hand to rest on the side of his neck where she could feel his pulse jump. Her heartbeat matched his. She tugged his face to hers and kissed him with a boldness that surprised and pleased him.

His eyes closed, and he groaned at the taste of her. His hand shifted from her arm to the small of her back, and he pulled her in until their bodies pressed against one another. The legs naturally intertwined with one another. Their tongues met, caressed, and smoothed against one another.

Trina poured her love, affection, and desire for Spencer into that kiss, and he fed her back in equal measure.

Spencer's hot, strong hand found its way beneath the thin fabric of her tank top and splayed out against her bare skin. His hold was firm and insistent. There was demand and protection as his hand alternated between roaming the lean musculature of her back and simply holding her close.

They continued to kiss, now slowly and gently. Their lips barely touched. Their eyes were locked onto one another, simply savoring the experience of being together, close, and so intimate.

Spencer's hand slid further up her back and to her shoulders. Something about this made him smile. At Trina's look of inquiry, he gently flicked his fingertips along her back in a series of lazy loops. She shivered.

He murmured against her lips, "I want to thank you for not wearing a bra today."

She blushed as she chuckled softly and nipped at his lower lip, her eyes dark and flirty, "You're welcome."

His hand slid slowly along her back to the dip of her waist. His gaze lowered to her shirt to see the small, sharp peaks of desire pressing through the thin material. Trina felt oddly exposed despite being clothed.

As if he sensed her vulnerability, his hand eased its way with tantalizing slowness to gently capture her breast. The livid peak tightened more beneath the hot, lean palm. The outline of his hand beneath the soft fabric of her shirt was an unexpectedly erotic sight. Trina's breathing was audible. She couldn't help arching her back to press herself more firmly into his hand.

Spencer obliged the quiet request, gently massaging the yearning flesh. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips, urging them to harden further. He lowered his hand to her waist again to observe his handiwork.

Her breasts were more pronounced beneath the fabric. He could practically see the shape of her dark areolas beneath the cotton.

Spencer was pleased, as evidenced by the hardness pressing into her thigh. His satisfaction was an aphrodisiac to Trina. She laid a hand over his heart. He met her gaze and could see a desire equal to his own.

She wanted him.

He wanted her to have her heart's desire.

Spencer gently pushed her onto her back and slid half on top of her, kissing her firmly before lowering his head to take her clothed nipple into his mouth. He sucked at her through the cloth. Trina watched, fascinated. There was something sexy about his determination to love her, no matter what stood in their way- even if the barrier at this moment was clothing.

After too many interruptions between them to count, Spencer was letting nothing come between them again. Her legs shifted restlessly, the sensation of near contact causing her to moan softly in approval and demand.

Spencer rolled his tongue more roughly against the fabric and nipped her. The damp cloth blunted the sharpness of his teeth, but the pressure and demand of his mouth was an erotic torment. She wanted complete contact with him, but this sensual onslaught was too delicious to dissuade.

"Spencer..?" she gasped, her conflict made plain by the longing tone in her voice.

"I know," He murmured over her heart, but he was just getting started. It would be unfair to give one breast so much attention and neglect the other! So, he had no choice but to start the entire process again on her other breast. But to ensure that the other breast wouldn't feel lonely, his hand returned to toy with the first nipple while he shifted to ravish the other.

He gently cupped her breast before kneading and inciting the nipple to stand taller and prouder. Then, he lowered his mouth over her shirt to welcome the reactive skin into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. His tongue rolled over the strained flesh through the cotton. He was sure he could almost taste her through it. His teeth clamped on her with just enough pressure to cause her breath to halt but not to cause actual harm.

Her hands roamed over his strong, muscled shoulders and into his hair. Her long nails gently skimmed against his scalp, and she could feel his reaction as he hummed into her breast. There was something delicious about the vibration of his voice against her skin like that. Her fingers curled into his hair and formed a fist. When she finally couldn't stand it anymore, she tightened her grip and pulled his face to hers so she could kiss him with all the pent-up fire he'd been stoking in her.

It was time.

He reached down and unsnapped the closure of her denim shorts, roughly pushing them down past her knees while she unsteadily unbuttoned and pushed at his hips to remove his shorts and boxers. Immediately he took over, shoving his clothes down without care. He then shoved her shorts off with a force that sounded like it tore something. Neither of them cared. Too inflamed to even take off their shirts, they pushed and pulled at each other until he rose above her and sank with one fierce thrust into her.

Usually, they would take this moment to look into each other's eyes and share the wonder of coming together, but not this time. Instead, they were synchronized and began to move as one. Trina set her feet beneath her to maneuver her hips up to meet Spencer's rough, unrelenting thrusts. Spencer balanced himself on his right hand while his left gripped with bruising strength on Trina's hip to guide her more forcefully against him.

The gentle island breeze carried away the sound of their bodies and their amorous exertions.

Trina's orgasm was sudden. One moment she was pressing up against Spencer, and the next, she was falling into waves of light. Her body stiffened with pleasure as she cried out from its strength of it. Spencer was unrelenting, moving in and out of her, groaning as her body tightened around him, attempting to milk him into joining her.

When her body relaxed, he finally slowed and went still. His jaw clenched tight as he willed himself to stay strong and not spill within her. A rush of warmth bathed his member, and he shut his eyes tight to remain focused on the task at hand, which was to love Trina to exhaustion. His arms trembled with the effort to do so.

Trina watched him as she caught her breath. She loved this man and was impressed by his display of will. She could feel how close he was, his throbbing inside her, drawing a soft moan. Though from whom? She couldn't say. She shifted her hips and locked her ankles at Spencer's back as if to hold him closer.

Spencer's eyes opened, and he met Trina's gaze. They communicated silently with one another. He tenderly smiled and pulled her close, lifting her until they were sitting up, still joined with his thick shaft deep inside her.

She slipped her arms around his neck, and he grabbed her bottom. They kissed softly and began to make gentle love to one another. This time they did watch each other. Spencer took in the sunset's warm glow, bathing his woman in a soft, warm light. Her dark skin looked as if it glowed from within. She was breathtaking. His hands kneaded her ass as he shifted his hips, pulled her down, and held her there, flush against him.

Trina could feel his thick member stretch and fill her. She tightened her legs and arms around him to hold him as tightly as he pressed into her. When she went to shift her hips against him, his hands squeezed and had her still.

There was something incredibly provocative about being held so tightly with him deep inside her. His eyes were closed again as if he was focusing all of his senses on the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him.

Trina tried to squeeze herself even more tightly around him.

She knew she was successful because he groaned deeply and opened his eyes to look at her. There was an unspoken plea.

Trina did it again, trying to work the muscles inside of her to hold him more tightly. His grip was so tight she could feel his fingernails inadvertently dig into her. The pain goaded her, and she rocked her hips just a little as if to settle more firmly onto him.

He hardened, and she could feel him. He was close.

Trina slid her arms from around him and laid back, bracing herself on her palms.

Spencer watched her body bend before him like a beautiful ballerina, the shape of her pert breasts and rigid nipples laid out before him. The sun caressed her skin like a lover.

He would have been jealous, but then Trina's body seemed to undulate, and suddenly, she was in control of their coupling. She lifted and lowered her hips against him, moving at the tempo she set.

"Yesss," Spencer crooned, moving his hips to meet her rhythm, "Use me." His left hand reached for her shirt and bunched it into a fist. The neckline lowered beneath her emerged bare breast. He wrapped the fabric around his wrist, moving his arm in time to the movement of her body.

Like the ocean, she slowly crashed into him and away, only to return.

Trina felt a sense of dominance watching Spencer pleading with her to seek her pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused on the incredible feeling of their bodies moving in time. Of being in control. Of being vulnerable and sensual with someone with the power to devastate her if he chose to do so.

Someone who did do so.

She felt powerful and alive while also feeling earthy and spiritual at the same time. Every long deep stroke brought her further down to her core and higher up to her true self.

Now she was close.

She moaned and ceded control with a guttural command, "Fuck me."

And Spencer did.

He immediately took over, taking her hips as she laid flat on her back, and he dove into her in a burst of raw passion that should have been frightening. It wasn't. She wanted the roughness. Any discomfort was immediately fodder to bring them closer to the brink. His grip on her shirt made the fabric dig into her shoulders and back, the chafing sensation welcome. She planted her feet firmly and rammed her hips against his violently.

Trina's cries of pleasure were soft and high. She suddenly demanded breathlessly, "Come with me." Before waiting for any acknowledgment of her plea, she was gone. Her back arched as she screamed with the power of her release.

Spencer was with her. Her body was a vice gripping him tightly as he came into her, shoving himself as deeply as he could as he gave a hoarse shout.

She could feel his member pulse inside her and the rushing warmth of his essence. She moaned softly, her insides quivering, sensitive from being ravaged.

Spencer gently withdrew from her and laid on his side, catching his breath, watching her trembling bare breasts rise and fall as Trina tried to catch hers. The poor tank top was a stretched-out, misshapen mess of fabric that would no longer provide coverage for anyone who wore it.

He was sorry-not-sorry for that.

Her eyes were dark pools of satisfaction, her lashes low, her mouth parted. She licked her lips, and Spencer dipped his head down to taste her, unable to resist. He kissed her gently, and Trina gave him a warm, soft smile. It was a look he was becoming used to: open, trusting, and loving.

She loves me.

It humbled him. It made him want to be everything she thought he was and more. He didn't want to be the person Trina made up in her head. He wanted the reality of who he was to be so real and undeniable that fantasy would pale in comparison.

He had a lot of work to do to reach that goal.

No time like the present.

Trina watched as his expression shifted from loving awe to considering to determined. Before she could voice her question, his hand slid across the bare skin of her stomach and down to her thigh. His fingertips began to tease her skin gently.

"What are you doing?" Though Spencer had the gift of quickly recovering after sex, she could tell he wasn't quite ready for another bout.

"Loving you."

Oh.

The response caught her off-guard and somehow reignited something within her.

They studied each other, and she nodded, whispering his name, not entirely understanding his motives but accepting this offering.

This gift.

He watched her as he pressed his long fingers gently inside of her. She was slick with their combined fluids, and he used their dew to lubricate her clitoris with his thumb. Trina's legs unfurled like a flower, and she shifted her hips against his hand.

She watched him just as intently as he watched her, her body willing to satisfy his sensual demand.

His fingers pressed in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. She could feel the weight of his emotions and his need.

Whether it be about control, possession, loss, or something else... Trina understood that there was a drive within him, and he needed her to accept this.

So she did.

She closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his fingers moving inside her, pressing up against the spot that brought her closer and closer to yet another orgasm. His pace quickened, and his mouth lowered to take her bared breast into his mouth, sucking with growing pressure in time to his strokes.

It was delicious, and when she reached a climax this time, it was a rolling wave of voluptuous heat flowing through her. She arched and sighed with the soft pleasure of it and laid back down, finally done.

She felt boneless and content.

Spencer was warm at her side and pulled her close. She drowsily looked up at the sky to see that the sun had set, and the reds and oranges of the horizon were shifting into warm purples and dark blues of the coming night's sky.

The stars were already visible here, a hundred pinpoints of light scattered across the heavens. They were more visible here than in Port Charles.

She could tell by Spencer's even breathing that he was already asleep. Trina reached for the corner of the cozy, red blanket and pulled it over them. Then she snuggled close to Spencer and joined him in sleep, with only the stars above keeping watch on their rest.

I want to thank everyone for their enthusiasm and patience for this fanfic. I enjoyed writing it, but it's hard to do quality work over the holidays!

I want to thank Kaila and Noelle for being the first Sprina Nation ladies to read and support my work. I also want to give a huge shout out to Suzy for making me feel welcome as I joined the Sprina community. Lastly, I want to thank all of the amazing people who have taken the time to reach out to me on Twitter, have written reviews, or have shared my work with others.

I really appreciate the Sprina Nation. :)

See you again soon!

~Janeka