So Very Obsessed
Spencer and Emily
Chapter Four
June 2010
What started out as an exchange of sweet, sensual, small kisses- exploring each other gently in no big rush for anything more- changed after a minute or two into something much more torrid.
The shift happened when Emily placed the glass of wine she had been holding down on the counter. She then snuck her hand behind Spencer and started to caress his back while also drawing him tighter against her. This made a hungry growl rumble in his throat.
Spurred on by his response she tugged up his striped t-shirt and ran her hand over his bare back.
Feeling her soft, smooth fingers on his hot, flushed skin set off a quick chain reaction. He turned her, as they had both been facing sideways toward each other, and pressed her back against the counter. Bending his knees he notched himself more intimately snug against her and deepened their kiss, holding her face in his hands as he slanted his mouth, his tongue dueling with hers.
Her breasts were smashed against his chest. Her hard nipples poking roughly against her bra and shirt. Over and over they kissed-tasting and learning, lost in the feelings they were bringing to life.
It was intoxicating. All these new sensations. Sure he had felt them with other women before but not with Emily.
Never with the right woman until now and suddenly it felt natural. He wasn't hoping to please her or over thinking his actions. He knew he was pleasing her. Who couldn't be pleased by kisses like this? They were dripping with mutual pleasure, simmering with want, oozing with desire and awash in pulse thumping thrills.
He was lost in the taste and feel of her. Drowning in the emotions of knowing how well she knew him and how she wanted him still. How he was her perceived cure for loneliness.
Only when he was left without any other choice did he come up for air, panting breathlessly. He was lightheaded. Dizzy off the thrill of touching Emily.
"I have never had a kiss like that before in all my life," he said, in amazement, probably making himself sound inexperienced again but he didn't care. It was true and she should know it.
"That was more like twenty five kisses in a row but I get what you mean. Me either."
Her eyes were dancing with heat and excitement. It was almost as if actual sparks were shooting through the air between them. Now he knew what the saying Where there is heat, there's fire really meant. The thing that had been long simmering between them now had a name- heat- and what they had stumbled into was surely a blazing inferno.
His knuckles brushed her cheek. "I thought so much about this over the last few days. Even for me, a certified genius, that was too much thinking and too slow. Was the waiting bad?"
"No, only torturous,' she said with humor in her tone. "So not so bad at all."
"Oh, good," he joked back. Before leaning close for another kiss. His voice taking on a silky smoothness "So very good," he murmured before his mouth took possession of hers again.
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It was all worth it. More than worth it actually. All the pain and stress that he had put her through. All the reaching out to him. All the failed attempts at connecting. The wondering and worrying. None of that mattered anymore.
All that mattered was the delicious taste of his mouth. The feel of his lips sipping and pressing against hers. His lithe, angular body taut against her. Making her feel adored like she had never been adored before. Worshiped. Treasured.
Yes, he was truly a genius. He knew just what she wanted. To be dominated. To be shown how wanton his desire for her was now. How it had exploded within him, around him, and now they were both surrounded by their growing lust for each other.
This was not the kind of thing any sane person could just take or leave. It was the kind of thing, what raged between them right now, that a person takes, takes, takes, all that they can get and then craves more, aches for it till it is theirs again. Till they can feel it beneath their fingertips again. Taste it on their tongue.
She already knew when he left tonight that she would still feel his touch on her skin long after he walked out her door.
That's the last thing Emily wanted to think about yet though. Spencer leaving for the night. The longing of wanting more of this. More of him pressed tight to her with one of his hands now caressing up and down the side of her and the other holding her head steady.
Reid was in complete control of their kisses, of her, of this. Finally claiming her like she ached to be claimed by him since the first day she decided he was cute and interesting, different than any other man and that was a good thing. That was the first day that she had missed him after she went home from work.
She should have kissed him long before. It was fear that held her back. The fear of having to sit in the bullpen on days when they didn't have cases and have him so close by knowing she had wanted him but he hadn't wanted her. The fear of rejection and embarrassment.
Emily should have risked that fate though because these kisses were worth suffering through that humiliation and much more. She wanted these kisses two years before. She got them now.
Already she couldn't imagine living without these kisses again. Where every other date for years now made her joke about going gay rather than going out with him again being with Spencer made her feel more like a woman. Like she had feminine power. Like she was completely herself and he was finding parts of her she had written off to being lost forever.
Better than she ever imagined it could be. That's how Emily would describe his hot, wet, steamy, deep, possessive kisses.
He picked her up and set her on the counter. Their mouths broke apart for a second, as they gasped for breath, and then her fingers were threaded in his hair, holding his head, tugging him close again as her legs wrapped around his back.
Reid kissed along her jaw, eliciting a purr from Emily, and then licked at the shell of her ear. A happy sigh escaped her lips. He nibbled her earlobe. "Jasmine," he whispered as he smelled her perfume "is part of the olive family. Made up of shrubs, vines and flowers. The flowers only open at night."
She smiled at his genius babbling and found it incredibly hot. Or maybe what was hot was how he was licking and sucking on her ear as his hand rubbed at her hip then slid around to cup her ass. She let out a soft moan and he squeezed her ass harder than she had guessed he might: firmly, showing he was in charge and he was more than capable of giving her all the pleasures she craved most tonight and every night in the future.
Throatily she moaned his name. "Spencer."
Hearing his given name fall from her lips stilled him and then his mouth was on hers, in an even wilder kiss as if calling him his first name turned him on. She'd scream if it made him kiss her like this.
Cupping her ass he stood up, lifting her off the counter, and as they kept kissing carried her toward the kitchen door way. They hit the wall and stopped to kiss more before she put her legs down to walk. Taking his hand she led him to the couch, pulled him down on top of her, and soon she was moaning in pleasure as his hand closed around her breast while his lips gave her short, tender kisses.
Her eyes were still open. He was so near that it was incredibly intimate- even with his eyes closed.
"Spencer. Spencer. Spencer," she whispered, throwing her head back, as he broke away to kiss down her throat. He moved back up and looked down and into her eyes.
"Stunning."
"Me?" she asked, even though she immediately realized that sounded silly but the way he said it was so earnest that it was hard to believe he meant her. She had been called beautiful so many times in her life by men she didn't care about and not nearly enough by ones she did.
Him calling her stunning though took her breath away.
"You know you are," he said, his tone deep and filled with heady desire.
Warmth spread through her. "If you say so."
"I do say so and I'm a provable genius." Then he started to nibble on her bottom lip, making her squirm in delight while his hand started to push up her white tank top. Her skin burned across her abs where he stroked her.
A shiver wracked her body when his lips moved down to kiss at her stomach. Her breathing was ragged. He kissed slowly upwards, his mouth ghosting a light trail over her at first and then adding pressure before going light again until she didn't know what to expect from moment to moment. Right before he would have reached her lace covered breasts he detoured to her bare arms.
He started at the top and kissed down, ending with her hand while he lay a long kiss inside her palm. Shifting he reverently kissed down the other arm. She raised her free hand and caressed his messy, wispy hair.
This is what she had been needing for so long. Reid here with her in more than just her fantasies.