The Most Life Changing Thing
Reid and Prentiss
Note- This story is going to assume Reid speaks different languages, although not as well as Emily does because he's never had the practice that she has.
Chapter Nine
November 2010
Spencer Reid could hardly believe this was his life. He woke up to find himself spooning a gorgeous naked woman. He had woken up in similar situations before but he'd never been as comfortable with a woman as he was with Emily. Their deep friendship made him feel okay in his own skin around her.
He gently kissed her shoulder before he started to roll away from her. She jostled awake and grabbed his hand, pressing it against her mid-section, holding him in place.
He was hard and pressed against her ass. Emily ground back against him.
"Mmmm, this is how I like to wake up," she said sleepily, before sucking on his fingers. She loved to kiss his palm, kiss and suck his fingers. Not only was it sensual but incredibly erotic.
He nuzzled and kissed her throat. Once his fingers were wet she moved them to her breasts and moaned when he started to manipulate her nipples.
"Spencer," she cried, using his given name for the first time during sex.
Hearing that sent him into overdrive, desiring to claim all of hers as his in that moment. His mouth settled on hers, kissing her with an intense passion, while his hand slipped down between her legs to stroke her to full wetness. Whimpering in pleasure, she grabbed at the sheets and twisted them beneath her fingers, while arching into his touch. For several minutes he worked her into a state of wet, slippery, dripping readiness.
Emily moaned into Reid's mouth and kept moaning as he broke their kiss. He demanded "Get a condom now."
She reached out and yanked at the bedside drawer, desperately grabbing one before she turned over, opened the package and slipped the condom on him. Hitching her leg over his hip she led him against her, using his dick to stroke her for a minute before he thrust into her. She threw back her head and moaned deeply at the feel of him filling her.
"Damn," she cursed in bliss "so damn good."
Face to face, as they were, they were able to kiss each other and stare into each other's eyes as they made love. Between and during their kisses Emily would whimper, moan and whisper his name over and over again "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer."
The night before, after they had dinner and talked for a couple of hours over a lengthy dessert, they had fast, against the wall sex in her kitchen. That was been amazing. Dress half on but pulled down to bare her breasts to his eager hands and mouth, she had loved how he took her right there and then, down and dirty, before they came upstairs to her bedroom, stripped and curled up together to chat in the dark until they fell asleep. He had rambled on about sexual practices during ancient times while Emily just shook her head at how his mind worked, enjoying playing with the hairs on his chest while it rose and fell with his breathing.
This morning though was more romantic and intimate than last night's intercourse had been. Getting caught up in the moment, Emily confessed, between her moans and breathless whimpers, "God, I've wanted you for so long. Oh, God. Ohhhhhh, Spencer. Yes, yes, Spencer." Her voice cracked with emotion as tears came to her eyes.
He kissed her deeply, soothing her tenderly, as he rolled her on her back, allowing him to now thrust deeper into her. Speaking in Italian he told her "Let go. You're safe with me. I've never felt so close to anyone before, my beautiful heart, my Emily."
She clutched at his back, arching against him, crying in pleasure with tears cascading down her face when she exploded into orgasm, her warm heat milking his dick. Reid cried out with pleasure, stiffening as he came, and then went boneless. As they panted for hair, Emily stroked his hair, her tears wetting his shoulder when she turned her face into his neck.
He rolled to his side, groaning softly at the loss of contact with her, and dealt with the condom. When he came back to the bed she was already starting to get out of bed.
Emily chirped "I call first shower!"
Reid stopped her from jumping out of bed by catching her around the waist with one arm. He gently kissed each tear stained cheek before giving her one more tender kiss on the lips, then he let her go have her shower. Emily felt overwhelmed at all the emotions she was feeling. Standing in the bathroom she placed her hand on her stomach, thinking about if she should tell Reid she was pregnant...but things were still so new between them, as far as being intimate went.
It just wasn't the right time, she told herself. They were both enjoying what they had and things might get strange between them if he knew she was carrying another man's child, planning a whole life that had not much to do with him at all.
No, she didn't want to burst their lovely bubble. She had waited so long to be with him. She couldn't rock the boat now.