An hour later Spencer knocked softly on Emily's door. It had taken longer that he expected to find somewhere to buy some condoms, and in the meantime he'd sobered up enough to have doubts that this was a good idea. (She'll deny everything and then never speak to me again. We still have to work together. What am I doing? What if the team finds out? She's probably asleep anyway . . .)
Emily came to the door, hair still damp and freshly changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants. Most of the alcohol had worn off, leaving her still slightly buzzed but mostly tired. Her stomach clenched nervously when she checked the peephole to see who was standing there. (Tell him it was a mistake, make him go away . . . ) Almost despite herself, she opened the door. There he was, as handsome as ever, stepping inside before she could say anything. She stepped back, afraid to make contact. She fully expected some kind of I-like-you-but-not-that-way speech. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he didn't. He moved toward her, the look on his face intense, focused. He closed the door behind him.
Resigned to apologizing, she figured she'd have to talk first. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" but he cut her off with a kiss. (Mmm . . . I can't, we can't . . . oh god he tastes so good . . . ) His hands buried in her hair as her arms went around him, pressing herself tightly against his lean body. He moaned at the contact as their lips and tongues slid together.
(Yes yes yes . . . I must be dreaming . . . and I don't care if I am, just don't ever stop . . . ) She'd known he was tall, but had never noticed it the way she was now, leaning back and rising on her toes to reach that wonderful mouth. She felt dizzy and off-balance and drunk all over again, hardly believing that this could really be happening.
"Emily," he breathed in her ear, before starting to kiss his way down her neck. "I've wanted you for so long." She shivered as those big hands she'd dreamed about began sliding up her back under her t-shirt. He walked her backwards the few steps to the bed and she stood there as he pulled her shirt over her head. His hands felt as good as she'd hoped as he stroked over her breasts and stomach, then around to her back again as he bent to lick and suck at her nipples.
For a while she just stood there enjoying it, stroking his hair and shoulders as she reveled in the feeling of having him finally here with her. If only she had known that all she had to do was admit she wanted him! Eventually she began to tug at the bottom of his shirt. Obligingly he unbuttoned it and shrugged it off before lowering them on to the bed.
Both of them gasped at the sensation as their bare skin made contact for the first time and they began kissing again, even more deeply than before, their legs twining together. Emily could feel his hardness pressing against her through their clothing. What a thrill to know that she could do that to him, after the way he had been turning her on for months now without even knowing it. He mumbled something in her ear, but she couldn't understand what it was. "What did you say?" she asked.
He pulled back above her for a moment, grinning. "I said, is this distracting enough for you?"
Emily giggled despite herself, meeting his smile happily. "It's getting there." She slid her hands under the back of his waistband, cupping his smooth ass and pulling him closer to make her point. He groaned, his mouth slamming onto hers once again before beginning a journey down her body. His hands were busy, sliding her pajamas and panties down together until he had to sit up to pull them off her legs.
For a moment he just gazed at her as she looked up at him, the air of the hotel fan cooling her heated skin. "You're so beautiful." His voice cracked a little, emotion breaking through his arousal. Emily's throat tightened as she heard that so she didn't reply, but instead sat up with him, running her hands up his arms and over his torso. They breathed together as she looked into his eyes, seeing her own hope mirrored back. They kissed again, sweetly this time, lust on hold for just a moment as they both realized this would be something more than just relief for their obsessive fantasies.
Before long their hands began wandering again, and Spencer drew back to watch her face as he slid one hand between her legs. At first he just cupped her, his hand warming her even more as he pressed and circled gently. She was dripping wet already and he felt it against his fingers. The feeling was sweet torture as she gave in to the sensation, loving it but wanting more. Finally he slid a finger through her wetness and up to her clitoris, circling and stroking it deliciously. Emily moaned and fell back against the bed, helpless with pleasure. Her body arched, pressing against his hand. He continued his ministrations, gentle and steady as watched her move. His fingertips dipped repeatedly into her, teasing.
Emily moaned louder than ever as he slid two fingers deep inside her, his thumb continuing to stroke her clit. The feeling confirmed what she had known all along, that those hands could do things to her that she'd never felt before. Aroused past the point of speaking, she pulled him down to her and kissed him greedily as she continued to ride his hand. She tugged at him, wanting him inside her but at the same time not wanting him to stop what he was doing. Without warning he broke the kiss and slid down her body, replacing his thumb with his mouth as his fingers kept stroking inside. Her hands clutched at the sheets. His other arm held down her writhing hips. His tongue and fingers stroked and stroked until finally she exploded, gasping and moaning. Lights went off behind her eyelids as it went on and on, his tongue relentless as he held her down.
He withdrew his fingers but continued lapping at her gently and slowly as she came back to her senses. She whimpered when he finally stopped. He smiled at her and took her own hand, placing it between her legs as he stood up. He dug in his pocket for the package of condoms, removing them and placing them on the bed before taking his pants off. He sighed with relief as his erection sprang free. She gazed up at him, admiring his body. She felt strangely unselfconscious as her fingers stroked her sensitized flesh. With her other hand she reached out to stroke his hardness. He took her hand in his, making her squeeze him a little tighter as she slid her hand slowly up and down the velvety skin.
Wanting to taste him, she sat up halfway and brought her mouth to him. She took a long, slow lick from the base up to the ridge, swirling her tongue there as she felt him tremble. Then she kissed the tip, slowly opening her lips to slide him into her mouth. She heard him moan softly above her as his hands came to rest gently on her hair and shoulder. Losing herself in the feel and taste, she sucked and stroked him, pulling him into her mouth as far as she could and spiraling her tongue around the tip.
Spencer was in heaven, watching the beautiful woman he'd thought beyond his reach pleasure him so willingly. But he knew he couldn't last long like this, so before he really wanted to he pulled away and reached for the condoms. Emily continued stroking his legs and behind as she watched him smooth one over himself. She lay back as he crawled over her, adjusting her hips as he lowered himself between her legs. He used the tip to tease her opening as she tried to push closer. She stilled as he looked into her eyes again, both of them realizing that this was going to change everything.
"Oohh yes . . ." she breathed as he pushed into her, filling and stretching her with his size. She had pictured this moment so many times, but the reality of feeling him inside her was so much better than she could have imagined. He paused once he was all the way in, breathing hard against her shoulder, their bodies glued together from chest to toes. As she relaxed, adjusting to him, he pushed just a little deeper and she moaned from the hot pressure against her clit.
After a long moment he began grinding into her slowly, his lower body still pressed against her, rubbing that spot as he kept his cock buried deep. "Yes . . . yes . . . like that . . . so good . . . ooh . . ." she encouraged as her pleasure built and built. She grabbed his ass again, feeling his muscles flex as he gradually moved faster.
Spencer held back, wanting to pound himself into her, but loving the response he was getting as she gasped and moaned and clutched at him. Soon she was coming again, her body thrashing against him as she cried out, her inner muscles pulsing and squeezing him tightly. He helped her ride it out, then gave in to the impulse to give it to her deeper and faster.
Emily looked up at him through her post orgasmic haze, knowing what he needed. His quick, hard thrusts felt just as good to her now as she wrapped her legs around his hips to take him more deeply. Sure enough, his thin build made the feeling of him between her legs like this better than any lover she'd ever had. They moaned together now with every push as he neared the brink. She stretched up to kiss his neck, his ears, anything she could reach, until his mouth locked onto hers again as he came, shuddering and groaning as he continued pumping into her.
Gradually he slowed to a stop but stayed inside her, her arms and legs still wrapped around him tightly. Emily savored the feeling of being covered and filled by him, their bodies relaxing until they finally pulled apart to breathe. "Wow," she said finally. "Yeah," he replied, his usual verbosity temporarily dulled. Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted to sleep.
My first fanfic ever posted, though I've sure fantasized them often enough! Reviews appreciated.