I woke up with a twitch in my neck to find myself sleeping on someone's shoulder. I lifted my head and leaned forward to pick up the TV remote and switched it off from last night and made myself dizzy. I looked over to my left and discovered a very cute and a very comfortable sleeping Reid. I looked at his wonderful face for a moment before kissing him very softly on his cheek that was on show and snuggled back into his torso. As I was getting comfortable again I felt him stir beneath me, I pretended to be asleep when I felt him sit up straight and clear his throat. I smiled and draped an arm over his leg, as I wanted; he inter-linked his fingers with mine and wrapped his other arm around my waist. I pretended to flutter my eyes open and I sat up slowly,
"What time is it?" I asked Spencer, he looked down at his watch, then back up to me,
"About 11, do you want a drink?" He offered me,
"Sure, thanks. How long was I asleep?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes,
"A few hours, I fell asleep too," He smiled shyly and stood up to make some drinks. I stood up and put the DVD back in its case and slid it into my DVD stand next to the TV. I stood up and rested my hands on my hips, thinking about what to do now. I wandered over to where Spencer was and wrapped an arm around his waist, "Are you hungry?" He asked, turning around to face me,
"Starving," I smiled, "I've got some frozen pizzas in the food box we can have." I bent over and rummaged through the box, it was just typical of me to put them right at the bottom of the box underneath everything else that was in there. I felt Spencer's eyes graze over me, I then realised that I was leaning forward from the waist, getting slightly embarrassed I lowered my butt so that I was crouching next to the box. I heard him chuckle as I stood back up pulling out two smallish pizzas from the box. Spencer opened the oven for me as I un-wrapped them from their packaging and turned the oven on a high heat. "What are you giggling about?" I smiled,
"Oh, nothing," He smirked cheekily and took a few steps towards me, "You look cute when you've just woken up." I blushed and stuck the pizza's in the oven,
"Yeah, well. So do you." I ruffled his hair and went over to the couch, slouching down on it. I reached down into my handbag and pulled out my phone, I had 14 missed calls from Penny and 5 text messages from her, all of which containing one of two phrases; either 'Where are you?' or 'Why aren't you answering me?' I rolled my eyes and sent her a quick text telling her that I was still at my apartment, Spencer was still over and that I'd probably be spending the night here. I sighed as I dropped my phone back into my bad and laid my head back onto the sofa, as I heard Spencer let out a small laugh,
"What's up?" He asked walking over to me, his hands full of pizza,
"Penny keeps calling and texting. I think she's mad because I haven't replied to any of them." I smiled and took a slice of the pizza that was now resting on the coffee table,
"Well, she should know that you'll be safe with me." He took a bit of his slice and smiled warmly,
"I think it's you she's worried about." I confessed, taking another bite, Spencer frowned at me, questioning my words. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a knowing look, referring to what was going to happen after I had ruined his shirt.
"Well, she shouldn't be. I'll take good care of you." He smiled and put his pizza down on the plate with the rest of it and crawled along the couch until his lips met mine. I struggled to place the remainder of my slice of pizza on the plate so I just dropped it and let my hands find their way into his soft wavy hair. I lie down underneath him and let his warm touch soothe the stress and aching of my bones, as I breathed under his lips he cocked his head to the side, softly kissing my jaw and neck, leaving goose bumps on my skin. I ran my hands over his ribcage, the feeling of his skin on mine was heart wrenching, it made me long to be closer to him. His hands began to roam down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head to reveal possibly the most unattractive underwear I own, but hey, at least I was comfortable, plus Spencer didn't even look at it or rather, didn't have time to look at it before it was being ripped away from my body by his nimble fingers.
I gasped as his cold chest reunited with mine, making me moan and shiver under his touch. I closed my eyes and let my head fall backwards onto the arm of the couch. In the five weeks I've known him I would have never thought that Spencer would be this forward or bold with someone, especially with a girl. He's usually so awkward and sometimes uneasy to talk to, but somehow it seems as though he's just letting go, and with me. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand reaching into my pants. My eyes snapped back open and my head rose.
"Spencer, stop." I gasped, covering my breasts with my arm,
"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, breathless,
"No, I'm just not sure if I want to do this." I answered truthfully. Well the whole truth was in fact I did want this. I wanted it more than anything right now, but my morals stopped me in my tracks.
"Oh," He stopped and eased off of me, I wondered to myself if it was too late to change my mind but by the time I went to say anything, Spencer was already stood up, "I think I should go home."
"No, wait." I grabbed my shirt from the floor and slid it over my head, "I mean, stay. Please? I don't want to be alone tonight." I pleaded and stood up to try and match his height. Spencer's eyes bore down on me, crawling their way into my veins, getting under my skin like nothing had ever done before. To my surprise, he stepped forward, taking my body in his hands as he pulled me close to him in an embrace. I warmly accepted his gesture of peace and comfort and allowed him to slowly lie me back down onto the couch. My heart beat against my chest, wrestling with my head for dominance; even I wasn't sure which would win. Spencer started to kiss me again, except this time with more passion and angst behind it. I kissed back forcefully and wrapped my legs around his waist, once again he ripped my shirt from my shivering body and pressed his chest against mine, I could feel our hearts beating in sync for the first time.
"Let's go to my bedroom." I purred in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck again,
"Wait, I thought you weren't ready?" Spencer kissed my jaw and looked up at me with his big brown eyes. I wrapped a strand of his hair around my fingertip,
"I changed my mind." I answered simply and pulled him closer to me only to be lifted up by Spencer again. He pulled me gently to standing then dragged me by my arm to my new bedroom. We quickly stripped the bed of its plastic protector and I watched Spencer as he scurried on top of it. I looked at him; his youthful face was graced beautifully by wise eyes, wise beyond his years for sure.
"Come here." He beckoned softly, lying himself down on my bed whilst stretching out an arm to pull me up to him. I crawled over to his side, making sure that I was straddling his hips when I reached them,
"What do you want?" I whispered to him as I leant in closer to his ear, his hands wrapped themselves around my body and came to a rest on my shoulders,
"I want to make you feel special," Spencer sat up and levered himself on his elbows, once he had caught his balance he raised a hand and rested it on my cheek, "I want to let you know that you are the only thing that matters to me right now." He pushed his head towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. I rolled over onto my back whilst Spencer crawled on top of me, planting kisses all across my exposed chest like he knew I wanted him to. As he reached my stomach, I arched my back into his touch, his hands held onto my ribs as he lifted me higher. Although it sounds kinds weird, it felt really good; easing out the muscles under my shoulder blades that I didn't even know existed. Spencer lowered me back onto the bed and started to unzip my jeans, sliding them down slowly past my hips. He came to a stop at the bottom of my thighs,
"What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly, sitting up slightly to face him,
"You never told me you had a tattoo!" He gasped, trailing over the butterfly I have covering the most part of my left thigh. I laughed, somewhat relieved,
"I got that when I was eighteen, not really for any reason, just because I could." I smiled as he brushed it off and continued to pull of my jeans and throw them to the messy floor, careful not to drop it in any opened paint cans. Before he could undress me anymore, I stopped him where he was and sat up to kneeling, meeting him halfway across my king sized bed. "Your turn." I smiled and pushed him down backwards, his head dangled slightly off of the edge of my bed, but as I pulled down his slacks he pulled himself towards me, towards comfort. As I flicked his slacks to the floor along with my jeans, Spencer rose up to his knees again and pulled me down on top of him. He let his hands nervously roam around my hot skin while I struggled to keep my head in check with reality. The more he touched me, the more freedom I felt, it was strange. The feeling in my stomach came back making tiny sickly butterflies scurry around letting me know that I was attracted to this man just in case I had forgotten at one point.
Spencer rolled me over onto my back and started to kiss down my stomach again, this time stopping along the way to nibble on a sensitive spot that he'd found or to caress one of my now highly sensitive breasts. I left my hands on the back of his neck as he proceeded to go further down. I looked down at him as he hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic of my underwear and blinked up at me through his dark eyelashes as he slid them down, past my ankles and eventually they hit the floor. I breathing started to become ragged as Spencer started kissing the inside of my thigh, breathing heavily as he grazed his lips over my clit and moved on to my other thigh. I let out a moan of frustration, Spencer noticed this and smiled into my leg, and taking the hint he slowly kissed back up and rested his lips at my centre. He inhaled deeply and kissed my clit softly, making my whole body physically shake from such a small encounter. He licked me gently and listened out for a pleasure filled moan, which I happily obliged to make, meaning that he should go deeper and harder.
My back arched and my fingers clawed at my bed sheets as Spencer continued to lick me so slowly. I tried to speak to tell him to change pace or method but every time I tried he ran over my sensitive spot with his tongue again, making me scream instead of speak. As my heart began to race even faster, he slipped a long, slender finger inside pushing in and out as slowly as he could, still licking as he pumped. He slowly got faster and inserted another digit into me, my hips started to buck and we both knew that I wouldn't be able to carry on for much longer. As I was on the verge of release he pulled his fingers out and started kissing my stomach again. I groaned loudly, frustrated.
"Patience is a virtue, sweetie." He cooed in my ear, I wrapped my arms around his neck and slammed my lips onto his. I'd managed to shock him enough to get him onto his back and before he knew it I had already taken off his boxer and thrown them with the rest of his clothes. I straddled his hips and started kissing down from his chest. I would do exactly what he had just done to me. Once his boxer had joined the rest our clothes he rolled me over on to my back. "Are you sure?" He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't speak so I quickly nodded and kissed him passionately on the lips. He positioned himself above me and gently pushed my legs open with his knee. As he slowly began sliding himself in me I felt my innards tense and a rush of self-moral and doubt came flooding over me. I panicked from everything going on in my head and screamed some. Spencer must have thought it was a pain for pleasure reaction, and partially it was, the other part was that I couldn't believe what I was doing, I've known this guy for five weeks! Sure, he was beautiful and his hazel eyes made me melt and go weak at the knees, but I was almost disappointed in myself for not waiting until I was sure that I wasn't giving myself away for nothing.
Spencer noticed that I wasn't moving and stopped rocking his hips back and forth; he leant his head down and kissed me sweetly on the lips, my muscles relaxed as he stroked my hair and let the kiss linger. As he began moving again, I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, Spence kept his head low, letting me taste his breath as his and mine both mingled together. The more relaxed he made me the more I started to forget my moral dilemma and enjoy the time we were spending together. I lifted my legs up to wrap around Spencer's waist and dug my nails into his back, making him yell out. Spencer starting biting my neck roughly, I felt his slight stubble rubbing against my collarbone and flung my head back further for him. The more I clawed and moaned for him the more he returned the noise, moving faster with every breath he drew. My heart raced and threatened to burst inside my chest and I could feel myself ready to let go, my breathing became scattered and my movements got really jerky and to my surprise Spencer's did too. His pace had picked up a lot and his hands were now on my waist rather than by my head as they were before, he leant back onto his knees and pulled me closer onto him so that I was kneeling over him whilst he was still sat up. I rocked my hips back and forth as fast as I could before my back arched and a scream escaped my lips as I pushed myself down onto him. Spencer put his hands on the small of my back to lay me down as he pumped faster and faster, stretching my orgasm as far as it could before it got painful. I started to reach another high as his movements got sloppy and swear words escaped his clean mouth as his final thrust released everything he had into me. I led there on my back, panting and moaning. I was quickly joined by Spence as he pulled himself out of me and collapsed onto my bed beside me. We didn't look at each other for an awkward moment, letting the smell of sex linger in the air as we breathed it in together. He turned to me, his eyes bore into my soul like hot irons, and a friendly smile played on his lips as he rolled over to kiss me softly, which I accepted. He looked like he was about to say something but stopped himself before he did,
"What is it Spence?" I asked, resting a hand on the back of his neck, toying with his now wet hair, I pushed a few strands away from his childlike face and smiled up at him, waiting for an answer,
"Lia, I think I'm falling in love with you."