Spencer and Amy couldn't get back to her place fast enough. As it was, they only just made it in the door before he descended on her. It surprised them how they had both gone for so long waiting for the right person, and now that they had found each other, they couldn't get enough. Part of them wondered if it was normal to want the other this much so fast. The other part, probably the part responsible for their increased sex drive, didn't care.
"You know, I think I really like this shirt you have on," Spencer said, as he started pulling it off of her.
"If you like it so much," Amy replied. "Then why are you taking it off of me?"
"Because I like what's underneath it even more," He said, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor.
"My purple plunge push up bra?" she asked, twirling around. "It is nice isn't it?"
Spencer grabbed her around the waist. "That's not what I meant," he said before capturing her lips. His hands worked to undo her pants a he slipped a hand inside, covering her mound. "You are wet. We'll have to get you out of these clothes before you get sick."
Spencer pulled her jeans down and she kicked her flip flops off before stepping out of them. She was now standing in the living room clad only in her bra and panties. Spencer was still fully dressed, kneeling in front of her.
"Why am I always the first one naked?"
"What do you mean always?" Spencer asked, his hands running up her legs. "This is only the second time I've taken your clothes off of you. And you're not even completely naked."
"But you still have all of your clothes on," she whined. "That is not fair."
"I don't see you doing much about it," he said, sliding a finger inside of her panties. She lurched forward, grabbing his shoulders for support as he drove a finger into her. "Something wrong Angel?" he asked, moving the finger around and making her squirm.
"Unh," Was all Amy could manage.
"What was that?" Spencer asked, adding another finger. He worked them both in and out as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
"Spence...can't....need to....stop," She breathed, barely managing to get that much out.
Spencer immediately pulled his hand away. "Whats wrong?" he asked concerned.
"Nothing," she said, her legs folding in on her. "I just have weak legs."
"Oh," he said, relieved he hadn't done anything to upset her. "Well then allow me to help," he said, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, then took off his shoes and socks before joining her.
Spencer started by kissing her lips, melding their mouths together and enjoying the now familiar taste. It wasn't long before his hands were traveling her body again, this time towards her bra trying to remove the barrier. By this time Amy had recovered enough strength to flip him over and straddle his waist.
"I don't think so," she said. "You are still wearing to many clothes. Shirt off now."
Spencer complied, lifting himself up and pulling the shirt over his head, tossing somewhere in the room. "Is that all?"
"For now," she smirked.
Amy leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his lips before traveling down his neck to his chest. She licked and teased his nipples while he hands dragged down to his pants. She began to work at his belt again, but his hands moved to stop her. Spencer flipped her back over, taking the dominate position again. Before she knew what had happened, he had worked the clasp of her bra so it now hung loosely on her chest.
"How did you?"
"You showed me last night," he said. "It's easy once you know how to work them."
Spencer peeled the bra away to reveal her perfect orbs. He took one in his mouth gently sucking while he kneaded the other with his hand.
"I would kill you if this didn't feel so good," She moaned.
"I don't think I did anything to deserve death," he quipped before going back to his task.
"You still have to many clothes on," she said, still trying to undo his pants. She managed to get the belt and button done, but he slid down before she could go any further.
"I think you are wearing entirely to much," he said, kissing down her stomach. Spencer hooked his fingers into the waist band of her panties before pulling down her last article of clothing. "That's much better."
Amy pushed up off the mattress before Spencer had a chance to do anything else. She grasped his shoulders before pushing him down on the bed again. "Stay," she commanded. To ensure he wouldn't move, she straddle his hips once again, this time grinding into his erection through his pants. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest for support as she continued to rock her hips. Spencer thought the view from his position was terrific as he watched her breasts move back and forth. The motion only lasted for a few moments though as she climbed off of him.
"Tease," Spencer said. He wanted her back on him.
"Spencer love, you know how good that felt?" she asked. "Now remember how good it feels when you don't have any pants on."
After that Spencer was more then willing to help her rid him of his last pieces of clothing. Amy hovered over him as she grasped his erection, guiding it to her entrance. She took him in at an agonizing rate until Spencer couldn't handle it anymore. He grasped her hips and pulled her fully onto him, groaning in pleasure as he was finally sheathed inside of her.
"Yesss!" Amy screamed, throwing her head back. She started moving her hips on her own, though Spencer kept his hands on her waist. It wasn't long before he began thrusting up to meet her, helping her to increase the pace.
"God, you feel so good," Spencer moaned. He moved one of his hands from her waist up to cup her breast. He alternated between gentle squeezes and pinching her nipple.
"I love the way you touch me," Amy breathed. "Perfect hands."
Amy could feel herself getting close to the edge. She leaned down to locked their mouths together one last time before her orgasm hit her. She screamed into his mouth, juices flowing down his shaft. She collapsed her head down on his chest as she caught her breath.
As she came out of her cloud, she could feel Spencer still hard inside of her. Amy lifted her head to look into his eyes. Spencer brought their mouths together, tangle their tongues in an intimate dance. His hand ran down between them, rubbing his finger on her sensitive nub. It wasn't long until he had her desire fueled again.
Removing his hand from between them, he brought it up to her waist. With one hand grasping each side he began to move her up and down his shaft. Amy raised herself back up and arched her back, giving Spencer a perfect view of her bouncing orbs. Driving him even further, he sped up the pace, thrusting up each time he brought her hips down.
This time he achieved his release, shooting deep inside of her. Amy wasn't far behind with her second orgasm, throwing her head back and screaming his name before collapsing on his chest again. They stayed entwined until Spencer rolled them to their sides, removing himself from her body.
They laid content in each others arms for quite some time before Spencer broke the silence. "Angel, as much as I hate to ruin this moment, there is something we've been ignoring for the past week that we need to talk about."
