Chapter 11: to cuddle or too coidle
Spencer slid under the covers and rolled over to turn off the lamp. When he rolled back over, he caught her looking at him. "Everything ok?" he asked. "Spenc, have you ever had a sexual fantasy about me?" Spencer rolled back over and quickly turned the lamp back on. "What?" "It's only fair. You know that I have had one, well more than one, about you. Do you find me attractive? I mean, I know you said I was beautiful, but do you think I am sexy?" Spencer sat up in bed, totally unsure how to handle this situation. His gut told him to grab her and kiss her, his head told him she was drunk, and he should run. Before he could do either, he felt her hand on his chest. "Spencer, do you want me?" Honesty is the best policy, honesty is the best policy, honesty is the best policy, "yes," he managed, though he wasn't sure if he had actually said it out loud. J.J. pulled herself over him, straddling his lap, and kissed him.
Spencer had to force himself to push her back. "J.J. you are drunk, you don't know what you are doing, and I can't take advantage of that no matter how badly I want to." J.J. smiled, and pulled his t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a black bra and panties, and his already hard cock twitched at the sight and feeling of her on top of him. "Spencer, please take advantage of it, because I might not have the courage to try again, and I don't know if you will either." She leaned in and kissed him again, then began to kiss his neck and shoulder. Spencer's mind was traveling even faster than he could process. Her lips felt so good, and they were distracting him, he couldn't think, he couldn't remember what he should do, and suddenly his mind went blank. All there was in the world was her body, her lips, her touch, and Spencer Reid decided that regardless of tomorrow, he had to take the chance. For the first time in his life, Spencer made a decision without thinking about it.
Spencer grabbed her face and began to kiss her. She responded positively and began to rub her hips against his while they kissed. He moved down her neck, lightly spreading his kisses down her collarbone and then brushing her bra strap aside to kiss her there. She leaned her head back to offer him better access to her body, and his arms slid around her unfastening her bra. He followed it down with his mouth, and ended up sucking on her nipple while she threw it over her head. She whimpered slightly, and he sucked harder. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and her other hand found his cock through his pants. She pulled it out and began to rub it with her thumb. She then pushed him back against the bed and slid down between his legs. "J.J." he muttered, as he saw her approach his penis. She licked the bottom from balls to head, and then slid just the head in her mouth. She cupped his penis with one hand and began to take in more and more. He thrust against her, eager for her mouth. She slid his cock down her throat, and brushed her nose against his abdomen while she held it there. He moaned lowly and his hands found her hair. He pulled out the pony tail and watched as it fell around her face moving back and forth on his cock. She looked up at him and brushed it all back with her hand and began to kiss her way back up his stomach pushing his shirt as she went, pausing at his belly button and on each nipple. Soon she was sucking on his neck, and his hand wandered down to her panties and began to push them south.
She rolled over onto the bed and he rolled over her, lifting her legs and removing her panties and tossing them aside. His fingers ran along her hip bone, and down her smoothly shaved cunt. He slid two fingers into her slot, and rubbed her clitoris before inserting them into her. She whimpered and bucked against him. Her eyes begged for more, and he leaned down to kiss her. She pulled at his shirt and forced it over his head. Then she pushed at his pants, and forced them down his body with her legs. He became more forceful with his fingers and her body responded wetly to his touch. "Spencer," she moaned as she bit her lower lip, "please." He responded to her prodding and slid his fingers out of her. He positioned himself above her and pushed his head into her willing hole. She moaned, and he pressed farther. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he braced himself against the pillow with his arms, thrusting deep within her in a swift, steady rhythm.
J.J. kissed his chest, and dug her nails into his back with each thrust. He moaned, and looked down at her. Their lips met and he kissed her, hungry to taste her skin. One of her hands worked it's way into his hair, and their eyes met. For several moments they just stared into each others eyes revealing the sincerity of the act. Spencer leaned down and kissed her again, quick and gently then rested his face on her shoulder while he thrust. He could hear her whimper into his ear, and he gently bit her shoulder. "Oh god," J.J. moaned and she dug her nails in deep while she came. He kept pushing, wanting to give her more, riding her orgasm with her. "Spencer," she whispered. After she recovered from her orgasm she pushed against his chest, obviously wanting to shift their position. He rolled off of her to allow her more control and she quickly shifted on top of him.
J.J. began to ride him, her hands on his chest. His hands led her hips up and down, and rubbed up her back and down her legs. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip. He so desired a taste of her, that he pulled her down to him and began to kiss her again. She never stopped pumping his cock, but relished in the deepness of his kiss. One of his hands held her head in place, and he slid the other under her arm to help steady her, knowing she would be losing her place with all the motion. She sat back up, and looked at him with a wicked smile. He thrust hard against her, wanting to wipe the smile off her face, and she responded by scratching his chest hard with her nails. "Ouch," he whispered playfully as he grabbed her hands and bit her knuckles. She smiled and rode him harder.
It seemed to go on forever, but Spencer knew that it couldn't. He knew he would come soon, and he wanted to be in control when he did. He quickly pushed her off his side and pushed himself behind her never breaking his rhythm. She whimpered, and he kissed the back of her neck biting her lightly. "Soon," she whispered, "Cum with me Spencer." Spencer bit her harder and began to thrust faster to let her know he intended to. He thrust harder and faster, pushing deeper. She whimpered louder and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He kissed her deeply and thrust once more. He felt her go limp as she came, and he came inside of her. She moaned, and rolled over so she was lying in his arms, their legs entwined, and he continued to kiss her neck. She lay back, breathing heavy and glistening with sweat both her own and his.
Spencer pulled her under him and began to kiss her deeply. He worked his way down her body, being sure to treasure every inch of it as if it was the last time he would ever see it. He processed every mole, considered every scar, and committed every curve to memory. She pushed her hip into his mouth and moaned. Spencer giggled at her effort, and decided to reward it. He slid down, and gently bit her thigh. He pressed her legs open and began to suck gently on her lips. She whimpered and thrust against him, needing more, and he quickly paid her by finding her clit and sucking hard. She yelped and he saw her grip tighten on his pillow. He slid his tongue inside of her and licked up until the tip ran across her clit. He thrust back inside of her and began to flick it up and down quickly, slowly, and then faster than before. His hands slid under her back and she arched upward as she prepared to come. He nipped her lips, and slid his tongue deeper. Then sucked hard on her clit and released the pressure slightly only to bite back down. She came hard and thrust against him. He kissed her clit again and then her thigh, and slowly worked his way back up her body.
Spencer slid off of her and came to rest next to her. Both of them lay on their back staring at the ceiling, reflecting on all that had just happened. Spencer savored her taste, and caught his breathe. J.J. rolled over and laid her head on his chest. His fingers came up and smoothed her ruffled hair. "Spencer," she started. "Shh," he whispered. She laid on him and kissed his chest gently, appreciatively. Spencer kissed her forehead and their eyes met. "Much better than the fantasies," he whispered through a smile, and she smiled before laughing. They both giggled and she pulled herself over him and kissed him happily. The two laid in silence for a moment, and then he pulled her over to him, her back pressed to his chest, and his arms around her waist. He lightly kissed the nape of her neck and caressed her stomach with his index finger. "Sweet dreams Spenc," she whispered and he knew that would not be a problem.