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Things start to feel normal way faster than I thought they would.
We’ve got next to nothing left to cover by the time the wedding rolls around. We probably know a little too much about each other to be honest. But it feels like it’s almost not enough. I don't want to stop learning things about Spencer ever. I want to take in every piece of information he’s willing to give me.
I thought that the security and safety of us being in a genuine relationship would ease his worries this time around, but it almost did the opposite. He stood pacing around the hotel room, walking in small circles around the coffee table while I sat on the bed and watched him.
“What if they don’t like me?” he rushes out in a stressed voice.
“Don’t like you?” I say incredulous, as if we didn’t already have confirmation that they loved him
“I don’t know, things have changed since I last saw them, what if they can tell? What if they can see that we were faking before?” he starts to spiral so I stand up to stop him from pacing. Blocking his path around the room and bracing my hands on his shoulders.
“Spencer Reid” I say, serious, looking into his eyes, “They loved you before, and they’ll love you again. You’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about, okay?” I start to nod in order to coax one out of him, and he follows suit. Bobbing his head up and down, trying to release the tension in almost all of his muscles.
I stretch up and plant a small kiss on his lips as a reward and his expression softens, his lips which were stretched in a thin line suddenly relax and pull up into a little smile.
“There he is” I coo and his smile just grows even wider, “we gotta get you to bed, you need all the rest you can get” I release his shoulders and spin him around so that I can usher him to bed. We had a long day of traveling behind us, and we were about to have a long day in front of us too. Not that we weren’t used to both of those things it was just so much harder to get out of bed on the days that we slept next to each other. Something about his little sleepy face and his tousled hair made me want to give into his every demand, especially when he said he only wanted 5 more minutes in bed cuddled up next to me.
I almost had to force him into bed but he gave in eventually. Crawling in under the covers to wait for me while I got changed for bed. By the time I was tucking myself in next to him he was almost out cold already but he still didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me in so tight against his chest that I could feel his breath rustling the hairs on the top of my head.
I could fall asleep like this forever.
— —
When I wake up Spencer’s nowhere to be seen, but the spot beside me is still warm so I doubt he’s been gone too long. In the amount of time it takes me to wake up fully, and sit upright on the edge of the bed in preparation for starting my day, Spencer’s emerging from the bathroom.
His hair sitting in damp curls around his head, with just a fluffy towel wrapped around his hips I can do nothing but watch him as he walks towards me.
“It’s rude to stare you know” he jokes.
“It’s rude to come in here looking like that and expect me not to.” I joke back.
I follow him to the wardrobe where his tux is hanging, coming up behind him to wrap my hands around his bare middle. Placing soft kisses all along his shoulder. He can see me in the mirror on the wardrobe and his eyes meet mine for a second, softening before snapping back to reality.
“Ah-ah. Nope” he pries himself from my grip and turns around to look down at me, “We don’t have that kind of time, you gotta get a move on” he scolds, but it’s playful. And it just makes me want to rip his towel off even more.
“You’re the worst real boyfriend ever” I say and he just laughs at my petulant attitude, placing a hand flat on my back and shoving me towards the bathroom. I take the not so subtle hint and get myself showered.
By the time I’m out, with my own towel secured around my chest Spencer is fully dressed in his tux, sitting on the bed patiently. When I catch his eye he’s smirking at me, and I know that look.
“C’mere” he waves me over to him and I scoff.
“We don’t have that kind of time” I echo his words back to him and he lets out a small laugh. I turn my back to him then and go to retrieve my dress from where it’s hanging in the wardrobe. But he just takes yet another page from my own book, and I can feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind and his soft lips planting feverish kisses along my bare shoulder, and up along my neck until he meets my ear.
“Maybe we’ve got a little time” he whispers, his voice teasing.
And I want to leave him hanging, just like he’d done to me, but god, I’m not that strong. I reach one of my arms up behind me so that I can run my fingers through his hair. It’s drier now, soft and light after being so freshly washed.
I catch his eye in the mirror facing us for the briefest second and it’s so full of lust and mischief. He knew I’d cave this easy.
One of his hands leaves my waist, coming to stop at the top of my towel, right where it’s tucked together. It’s fragile enough already so it only takes a slight pull for the towel to fall, pooling at my feet so that I’m fully exposed.
As much as I wish it wasn’t, there’s something about him still remaining fully clothed, and in a tux no less, that has me wet already. The image in front of me in the mirror was way too much to walk away from now.
His kisses along my neck start to grow more hungry, his tongue and teeth trailing along the freshly washed skin, nipping and sucking every so often.
“I can’t believe I get to do this” he breathes right by my ear and I’m confused all of a sudden.
“Do what” I manage to get out, but it sounds a little more like a moan than I expected it to.
“This.” he states, his lips pressing into the spot below my ear, trailing back down my neck, slow and steady.
“This.” he says again as he starts to move his hands from their resting places on my hips, one of them coming up to grab my breast, squeezing it gently in his hand before grazing his fingers across the nipple. Soft and teasing, and it coaxes a moan from deep in my throat.
“This.” he repeats once again as his other hand moves down, resting itself between my legs for just a moment too long before he dives in. He runs one finger through my folds, finding me exactly as aroused as I already knew I was.
“And definitely this.” he says finally as he pushes one finger inside of me. It moves slow and steady, and he curves it up against my walls even so often in a way that makes my knees buckle just a little. Thank god his other arm is braced around my waist.
“Can you handle another Love?” he teases, and I try to speak but it’s just a whimper, so I nod.
“Good girl” he breathes out right by my ear as he forces a second finger inside of me, stretching me out, filling me up.
My eyes have been screwed shut for so long, focusing on the sensation alone, that when I open them up again the image in front of me catches me by surprise.
I already look like a mess, still wet from the shower, whimpering and shaking from Spencer’s touch. Watching his fingers in the reflection as he picks up the pace, fucking me with them so intensely I might genuinely collapse.
“Spence” I manage to whine, pulling at the hair of his that my hand is still clutched around, “I’m so close”
He nestles his face into the crook of my neck, as he speaks, “Then cum for me Love” with his encouragement I’m shaking around him only seconds later. He nurses me through it, pumping his fingers in and out of me so gently, keeping my upright.
He removes his fingers from me slowly and brings them up to his mouth, sucking them in and tasting me on them, pointedly making eye contact with me in the mirror the entire time.
“You better get a move on or we’re going to be late” he says as he pulls the fingers from his lips, and I’d shove him if he didn’t look so pretty right now.
— —
Our race to get ready means we were only leaving the hotel room about 5 minutes later than we should’ve it wasn’t ideal but we still made it to the venue in plenty of time.
I have to stand up next to Margot and all of the other bridesmaids so I can’t sit next to Spencer. But he sits in the first row and every time I look down to him he’s just staring right back at me, a huge dopey grin on his face.
When it’s over I grab Spencer to walk out of the venue together, arms linked at the elbow. Now that I can finally see him up close his eyes are the tiniest bit bloodshot.
“Were you crying?” I whisper to him and he just shakes his head.
“No! Shut up” he brings his free hand up to wipe his cheeks, giving himself away.
“You softie” I nudge his shoulder just a little, giggling at him.
“It was just— nice, okay?” he defends, as though I could find it anything other than wholesome and endearing. So I don’t interrogate him any further on our ride to the Wedding reception.
It’s in a ballroom at our hotel, it’s high-ceilinged and sprawling, packed full of guests. The atmosphere is nothing but excitement as the food is brought out, and we make our way through the speeches.
As the night goes on and the tables are pulled apart to facilitate all of the dancing Margot slips into the seat next to me. Her hair and make-up are already looking a little disheveled from all of the talking and moving and dancing she’d been up to. But she still looked beautiful as ever. And her lips have just been in the same unwavering smile all day.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you this happy before” I tell her, and it’s true. I’d seen how happy Philip made her but this was almost on a whole other level.
“I know. This day is just— I don’t even have the words” she sighs a little, “perfect, maybe? That doesn’t do it justice” she shakes her head, “And how about you? How’s your day?”
“Good! It’s so beautiful Margot, I’m so happy for you! The ceremony even made Spencer cry!” I joke and she turns her head, looking around for him.
“And where’s he gone? Your handsome genius?” she pokes my arm gently like she’s teasing me, so I point behind her to where Spencer had been cornered.
“He left to get us drinks about 20 minutes ago but Aunt Jo’s got her claws in him” I chuckle
“No doubt telling him one of the same 3 stories!” Margot adds with a laugh before her face softens a little, “While I’ve got you alone, how are you two doing? Is it all going well, you seem happy”
“I am, we are, I think? I mean— we said ‘I love you’ which felt very, I don’t know, serious? Like, I haven’t said that to anyone in years. And for the last — god knows how long, with Nathan, I didn’t mean it” I stop myself, I’m rambling, something I must’ve picked up from Spencer. The thought makes me smile. “But I just hope it works out. Just with having the same job, and spending so much time together—”
“Jesus!” Margot cuts me off, almost laughing, “This is so you”
I look at her, the confusion must be plain on my face because she rests her hand over mine on the table in a comforting gesture.
“All I mean is that you’re an over-thinker. Always have been! You worry about things that aren't worth worrying about, you freak yourself out.” I only have to think on it for a minute before I know she’s right. That had kind of been the source of any friction between Spencer and I since my first day. So I nod at her, a little sigh escaping as I do.
“All I’m asking,” she makes a point of holding eye contact as she speaks this time, “is that you try not to think about it this time. Just feel it. Okay?”
I nod again, “Okay” I affirm and she’s right back to her beaming smile, looking up over my head.
“Speak of the devil” she says, standing up out of her chair to greet the person behind me. “Got away from Aunt Jo somehow?”
Then I hear Spencer’s voice, “Just about” he chuckles, and I turn to look at him. He smiles down at me, finally leaving my drink down on the table and placing a small kiss on my cheek.
“Have you seen Philip on your travels at all?” Margot asks him.
“Yeah actually, he’s over by the DJ booth. Trying to request some songs I think?” Spencer says it so innocent but Margot’s eyes blow wide.
“Christ! I’ve gotta go stop— my husband!” she says it with such giddy excitement, like she can’t wait to say it for the rest of her life, “Please excuse me”
— —
We sit next to each other for a few minutes, Spencer tells me who he’s talked to, all the new people he’s met before he asks me to dance. It takes a little convincing but he could probably convince me to do anything.
He’s still not great, but he manages to sway in time to the slow songs just right, his hands resting on my waist, mine wrapped around his neck as I look up at him.
“This really isn’t how I saw this whole thing going” I say, my mind wandering to that day at Garcia’s where she’d tricked us into agreeing to this whole ridiculous plan. That first Friday night at Spencer’s apartment back when we made each others blood boil.
“What do you mean?” his eyebrows knit together.
“I don’t know. Just this whole elaborate plan? Do you remember how much we wanted to kill each other at first?” I joke, but he shakes his head.
“How do you not know by now?” he almost stops moving when he speaks this time, and it’s my turn to look confused, “I’ve never wanted to kill you? Yeah I was intimidated by you, and really, really stupid when it came to expressing that. But I’ve always…” he stops himself from rambling, looking at my, still confused, expression.
“But— You— No! What were those little things you used to do to annoy me about then? Like how you’d take my mug in the mornings?” I shake my head and he cringes a little.
“Actually that’s so stupid” he’s almost scolding himself, his cheeks flushing, “I wasn’t trying to annoy you. That morning I made two cups of coffee. I wanted you to see your mug on my desk and come over to get it, then I was going to tell you I’d made the coffee for you. I should’ve just left the mug on your desk for you or something, but I wanted you to talk to me. It’s so unbelievably stupid in hindsight” his eyes are screwed shut by the time he’s finished talking and I can’t help but giggle.
I use my hands on the back off his neck and pull him down for a kiss, his eyes spring open when I pull away again.
“So what I’m hearing is that we’ve been idiots for years?”
— —
When we finally leave the wedding it’s disgustingly late in the evening. Spencer carries my heels for me as we leave, I’ll be okay in bare feet for the small walk. When we get to the elevator he leans against the wall as I slump against his chest.
“Y’know?” he says in his mischievous voice, “I still haven’t had sex in an elevator”
I groan into the fabric of his shirt and pull my face out of it slightly, “And it’s still not your lucky night pal” I mumble, and he just lets out a small laugh.
We stumble in the door to our hotel room exhausted. Spencer makes a bee-line straight for the bed, falling straight down onto it face first, letting out a low groan. I would move him but he looks so tired I decide to let him rest for a little bit while I get ready for bed.
Once I’ve taken off my makeup and gotten into my pajamas I take a seat on the edge of the bed, just as I’m about to wake Spencer up something catches my eye. He must’ve knocked his satchel off the bed when he threw himself on it, but the contents was spilled out all over the floor now.
I don’t really notice most of it, I only recognize a color. A small little lilac rectangle. I reach down to pull it up out of his bag and my suspicions are confirmed. It’s his notebook again.
I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it, he never let me look at the notebook, like it was top secret. I knew it was just going to be notes about me but I was still curious, what did he think was important to make note of, and what was in there that he didn’t want me to see.
I crawl up the bed gently and sit amongst the pillows, keeping a close eye on Spencer next to me, hoping he’s still asleep, and I crack it open.
The entries start off innocuous enough and I start to feel silly that I thought there might be anything I didn’t already know in here. The first page is just a list divided into columns;
Likes: Horror Movies, Red Wine, Black Coffee, Back to the Future, Reeses
Dislikes: Early Mornings, Sugar in Coffee,
The list just goes on like that for a little while as he slowly added new information but as I flip through the pages the entries start to become a little longer, and more detailed;
I think she likes this particular blue mug, she likes to sit on the left hand side of the couch, she also likes to sleep on the left side of the bed (even when she’s alone in it). Hums to the music on the radio when she drives, doesn’t seem to notice?
There’s a panicked looking note scratched into the bottom of that page;
Likes officer Jennings???
I stifle a giggle as I read that one. He’d been so much more stressed about it than he was letting on. After a few more pages the format of the entires starts to change and it almost looks like a diary more than a notebook. One page has a little date written at the top of it and I recognize it right away, it was the day before my Mom’s birthday;
She fell asleep on my lap today, I didn’t want to move ever again
That’s the whole entry, but there’s a similar one the next day;
She’s asleep beside me this time, and I can’t touch her again. I feel gross, I shouldn’t be having sex dreams about someone who doesn’t like me like that. Not while I’m in her bed, not when she trusts me and we’re just starting to actually get along.
That must be why we woke up so far apart that morning. I can’t believe he thought about me like that, before I even realized I felt the exact same way. My heart feels tight in my chest as I turn the page, but there’s no entry for a few days after that one. The days that I’d been avoiding him. Until there’s one, it’s another list, a list of pro’s and con’s with the heading:
Just Telling Her I Like Her Already:
And I feel horrible because there’s more pro’s than con’s on the list but he still didn’t tell me. The date at the top of the page is the date that he came to my room and told me that I was his best friend, and that he was sorry. There’s a slew of smaller entries after that, there’s one from the night we kissed for the first time;
I’m fucked. I kissed her. I fucking kissed her. I’m so stupid, why would I do that to myself? Now that I know how do I ever forget?
One thing I notice flicking through all of them is that the majority of them are time-stamped somewhere between 1-3am. But the next one was written at 4am. 4am the night that we slept together for the first time;
Likes: Champagne, that song that was playing in the club (find out the name!), having her hair pulled, kissing my neck, moaning loud , digging her nails into my shoulders when she cums. I think I’m in love?
That entry makes tears well up in my eyes, but I try my best to hold them back because I know what’s coming next. The entry for the following day is another list, 2 columns again;
Likes: -
Dislikes: Spencer Reid
I want to shut the notebook, throw it across the room. It makes my heart ache that he felt that way. That he’d been so excited just hours earlier and I’d ruined it. There’s no entry again until last Friday, the night I’d shown up at his door and found him scouring through this very notebook with tears in his eyes. But the entry is timestamped several hours after that;
She’s asleep beside me right now. I had no idea it was possible to feel this happy.
There’s another list below that, but it’s just one column;
Loves: Spencer Reid
My heart feels like it’s about to burst in my chest, or maybe just melt completely. The man I love is such a sappy fool. But he’s mine, and I’m his. I’m about to place the notebook back where I found it when Spencer starts to sit up. His eyes opening just a fraction before they blow wide completely and he’s lunging at me. At the notebook in my hands.
“Oh my god! Don’t read that!” he snatches it from my grip, and mostly because my face is probably betraying me already I don’t bother trying to hide the truth.
“Too late” I sigh, and his eyes fall softly shut with what looks like embarrassment.
“If you want to break up with me right now, I understand” he jokes, and I burst out laughing, mostly thankful he wasn’t upset.
“Well if I’d have known I was getting involved with such a sappy romantic I may have reconsidered” I chuckle, and he breaks out in a bright smile until he’s screwing his eyes shut again, bringing his hands up to cover his face.
“God, this is so embarrassing, you were never supposed to see that” he says, but it’s just a little muffled by the way he holds hid head in his hands.
“Why is it in your satchel you dork?” I ask, reaching out to pull his hands away so that I can see his face, his expression softens again when he meets my eyes.
“I just like to— keep it with me? It’s like I’ve got you” he says it like it’s silly, as thought it’s not the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“I love you Spencer Reid” I chuckle, and it seems to ease him just a little.
In spite of the fact that we’re both so exhausted, something in me needs to feel close to him.
With a renewed sense of energy I lean in to kiss him again, deeper this time, my mouth opening on his, our tongues moving in sync. Before I can even start to undo his buttons he’s already on it. Shrugging out of his suit jacket and throwing it on the floor, I’m pulling off his bow tie while he undoes the buttons on his dress shirt so my hands can snake inside and touch his bare chest.
Our mouths only break apart when they absolutely have to, so that I can take my nightdress off over my head, or when Spencer has to stand up to get out of his trousers.
We’re both wide awake again by the time we’re in our underwear on the bed, his hands roam all over my body, pulling, squeezing, his nails digging in occasionally. When his mouth isn’t pressed firmly against my own it’s only so that it can leave gentle kisses along the column of my throat or on the tops of my breasts while I moan beneath him.
I can already feel the heat pooling between my legs when he pulls down the cups of my bra, littering my exposed breasts with soft kisses, taking one of my nipples in my mouth to suck on it ever so slightly while gripping the other in his hand, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
“Spencer” I whine out, “I need you” it comes out as a breathy, desperate pant more than anything else. So he moves back up my body, kissing my neck, my jaw my cheeks, one of his hands coming down to cup between my legs, one of his fingers lingering on the damp cotton of my panties.
“Someone’s excited” he chuckles against my ear, his fingertip teasing me over the fabric.
“I want you so bad Spencer, need you inside me” I whimper this time as he presses right up against my swollen clit.
“Anything for you” he hums, pushing the fabric to the side and sinking two fingers into me in one slow thrust, curling them up once they were fully inside. I can’t help the way my back arches up off the bed, gasping at the sudden stretch, the warmth that spread around my whole body almost instantly.
“Fuck Spencer!” I moan, I can feel the way my chest heaves as I take in deep, unsteady breaths as his fingers work in and out of me.
“You’re soaking wet Love” he whispers right into my ear, planting a small warm kiss right below it, “I love how wet you get for me baby, how much you want it”
I moan again at that, and the way his thumb brushes right up against my clit as he speaks.
“Fuck— Ah! Spencer, I want—uh, you!” I moan out, teetering on the edge, “Want to cum with you” I manage to bring my hands down to stop him, gripping his wrist softly and his fingers stop moving inside of me, pulling out slowly.
He places them in his mouth, just like he’d done that morning, tasting me. But this time he leans in and presses a firm kiss on my lips, gently parting them so that he can slip his tongue inside, molding it against my own so that I can taste myself too.
When his hands come down to cup my breasts again they tug at the straps of my bra this time, so I lift my back off the bed a bit so that he can unhook it and take it off completely. His eyes widen at the sight and his hands are on them immediately. There’s something almost funny about the way he never seems to tire of my body, he always looks at me with the exact same intensity and excitement as he did that night in Vegas.
After a few more minutes of heated kissing and wandering hands, his fingers hook into the elastic either side of my hips pulling my panties down and off my legs, and tossing them off the side of the bed.
When I reach for the waistband of his briefs he pulls them off too, leaving the both of us entirely exposed to each other. And it’s so much more comfortable than I’ve felt with anyone before.
“Please Spencer” I whine, growing more and more restless by the second, he just lets out a small laugh.
“So impatient tonight Love” he takes the time to bring his fingers down in-between my legs again, teasingly running them through my folds this time, toying with me as one of them delicately circles my entrance, over and over.
“What if I just stayed like this?” he teases, “Just so close.” I can’t help but moan a little at the thought, “Or maybe I could just do this?” he says, pushing one of his fingers inside again, curling it upwards, pushing it in and out agonizingly slowly.
“Just playing with you” he breathes, “maybe I won’t let you cum?” I shake my head then, desperate and pleading.
“Please” I whimper, and I can see the mischievous little smile he pulls.
“If you really want it?” he asks and I nod, my eyes screwing shut, I can feel the way the sweat is gathering on my forehead and chest with the frustration, “Okay then”
As he speaks he pulls one finger out and pushes two in in it’s place. He starts off slow and deliberate but builds to a borderline furious pace, curling them up against my walls as he works them in and out. Bringing me right to the edge again, but this time I don’t stop him.
“I’m so close” I moan as he continues to work in and out of me and a moment later I’m there, shaking and squirming as his other hand holds my hips down, “Fuck! Spencer!”
“That’s it baby, cum for me” he whispers as his fingers start to slow down, pulling them out again.
“I wanted you Spencer” is all I can think to say once my breathing steadies again.
“So ungrateful” he teases, “Are you trying to tell me you don’t still want me?” he jokes and I shake your head immediately.
“No! Please!” I know I sound desperate and I don’t even care anymore.
He gives me a few moments to come down and relax again before he climbs in top of me, nudging my legs apart so that he can nestle in between them. He takes his cock in his hand, it looks painfully hard at this point, flushed and leaking from the tip.
He grips it in his hand, guiding it between my legs before running the head of it through my folds, I let out a tiny gasp each time it brushes against my still sensitive clit.
“You ready for me Love?” he asks, looking down at me with what could only be described as adoration and I nod up at him, returning the gesture.
Then he’s pushing into me. The way he stretches me out doesn’t even compare to his fingers. He’s thick and long, and the head of his cock hits up against places inside of me I almost didn’t even know were there. He pushes the whole way into me in one deep thrust, slow and calculated, and then he stops there for a moment, savoring the feeling.
“You feel so good Love, always so tight and wet for me” he moans, and I clench around him involuntarily forcing a small groan from him again. “Already so eager after you just came, fuck I love you”
I would return the sentiment but I can barely speak once he starts moving, I was already sensitive but I didn’t think I’d be this close this quickly. All I can manage right now are shaky breaths and pathetic little moans as he thrusts in and out of me. Instead I relish in the sounds he makes, concentrating on his own unsteady pants, the tiny little whispers of my name that he lets out right against my ear.
I know he’s only just getting going but I’m dangerously close already. My nails dig into this shoulders, gripping him tight enough that it probably hurts. That was probably the tip off as his head comes out from where it was buried in the crook of my neck.
“Are you gonna cum for me again Love?” he asks and I nod with a little moan.
“Uh huh— I’m so— fuck!— sensitive” I cry out, but he doesn't let up and I’m cumming around him again, my nails scratching his back in an effort to let out any tension at all. Once I’m done he doesn’t stop, he slows down a little but we both know he’s not done.
“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good for me” he groans as his hips start to speed up again. Working in and out of me, his hips slamming into me over and over.
For a moment I thought I might have to give in, tell him to pull out and just cum on me instead, but before I knew it I was close again, but this time so was he.
“I’m—fuck— close Love!” he groans, hips starting to loose their rhythm, “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me Spence, fuck”, it takes so much energy to find the words and force them out, they’re barely a whisper, I can feel how hoarse my voice must sound.
Just as his hips start to slow, pumping in and out of me, I’m cumming again. This time it’s coupled with the feeling of Spencer, spilling deep inside of me filling me up so completely. I barely have the energy to make a sound.
I didn’t realize I was crying until Spencer wiped a tear off of my cheek, leaning down to place a gentle kiss right where it had just been.
“You’re doing so good for me baby, you look so pretty right now” he coos, pulling out slowly, but I’m so sensitive, even that feels like stimulation and wince a little.
“That’s it” he says, laying down on his side next to me, one hand propping up his head, the other resting low in my stomach, fingers trailing small circles around it.
“Fuck Spencer” I say in a weak gasp, “I’m so tired” I would laugh a little if I wasn’t so exhausted.
Then his hand moves again, trailing further and further down until it’s between my legs. It ghosts over my entrance, feeling the way his cum is just beginning to drip out of me. His fingers start off slow, just teasing, moving so gently around. Gathering his cum and spreading it around my folds, every so often brushing against my clit and making me gasp.
I’m not fully sure what he’s doing until he speaks again.
“Can you give me another Love, you’re doing so good for me?” I know it’s probably not a good idea but I want to give Spencer anything he wants.
“I don’t know” I whimper, “I can try”
“Good girl” he smiles, leaning in close to place a kiss on my cheek, right where another tear has slipped out from the overstimulation.
Once I’ve given him an answer his fingers start to move yet again. Gathering his cum as it slips out from between my legs and pushing it back inside, as deep as his fingers can get it.
“You want my cum inside you?” he asks, working his fingers in and out of me and I nod. Something about it feels a little possessive almost, but I like it.
“Uh huh”
“Good, ‘cause this pussy belongs to me, you know that?” I nod again, the emotions and the overstimulation forcing more and more tears out as I grew closer. Spencer just comes down to wipe them away with his tongue, leaving small kisses on my wet cheeks.
“You look so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum” he moans, “You close Love?” he knew I was, the way I was arching up off the bed, squirming around him as my hands grabbed at the sheets.
“No one else could make you feel this good” he whispers as his thumb comes down to brush against my clit, and that’s it.
I break completely, any remaining energy I had leaves my body as I unravel for the fourth time that night. Spencer doesn’t push it then, taking his fingers out slowly and carefully. He’s gone a second later, returning with a washcloth to clean me up. I must look pathetic, bloodshot eyes, tearstained cheeks, completely coated in a fine layer of sweat.
Spencer on the other hand looks beautiful. The sweat makes him look like he’s glowing, his hair is the exact perfect kind of messy, and his cheeks are flushed the most adorable shade of pink. I know I’ve got no energy but when he climbs into bed and turns to face me I’ve got a sudden burst of adrenaline. So I lean in and place a chaste kiss on his soft lips, they turn up in a smile once I pull away.
“I still can’t believe this isn’t a dream” he says as his eyes take me in, his arm draping over my waist.
“We’ll we’re not in my childhood bed so that’s a start” I’m not sure exactly why but I make a joke, poking fun at his journal entry from earlier, he laughs but shoves me gently before pulling me back in, closer this time so that I’m snuggled up against him.
“That was supposed to be private you know” he says playfully. I deliberate on it for a second before I speak.
“I had a sex dream about you that night too” he pulls back a little, his head turning so that he can look down at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“You did?!” I laugh at his shock
“Yup, that’s why I was so weird with you that whole week” his face falls a little before he’s visibly cringing.
“God! We’re stupid” he shakes his head but his lips turn up in a smile again, and I’m smiling up at him too.
“We’re stupid but we love each other”