So Very Obsessed

Spencer and Emily

Chapter Five

June 2010

Emily gently maneuvered out from underneath Spencer as he lay over her on the couch. She longed to be able to touch him so she lay on her side and then let her hand dance over his chest, on top of his striped t-shirt, let her thumb find his nipple and press against it and her mouth suck at his throat.

One of his hands buried itself into the back of her hair as he made a lustful sound.

Her fingers lightly moved down his shirt, over his abs, and then underneath his shirt. Her hand cupped the bulge in his jeans, smiling sweetly to herself at feeling him like this for the first time and knowing his hard, thick arousal was all over her. But all too quick he plucked her hand away, surprising and frustrating her, kissed the inside of her palm again and said "There is something to be said for prolonging gratification."

She grabbed his face and gave him hot, steamy kisses till he was breathless and then she gasped out her most important question. "Are we talking waiting minutes, hours or days?"

Instead of answering her he moved down and started to lick at her nipple, over her tank top that had a built in bra, and then he suck at it. A curse word flew from her lips, her back arched and she gripped his shoulders tightly. The feel of the fabric brushing her painfully aroused nubs along with the wet warm of his mouth made her squirm with pleasure.

He told her "I should warn you that I will be the one man you can never forget how amazing it felt when we were together."

"Put your money where your mouth is, good doctor."

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Smirking he moved down and pulled off her sweats.

Then he kissed her stomach again and worked his way down to kiss over her thighs till he reached her knee, he licked behind her knee before moving to the inside of the other leg and doing the same, kissing up the inside of that thigh, inhaling her sweet essence as he did. His rock hard arousal made him long to sink into her but his mind wanted to make this last for centuries. If only he could.

She wore white lacy panties. He pressed a kiss over her mound.

Breathlessly she cried "Spencer, oh dear God. Ohhhh."

Kissing her inner thighs again he then licked at the center of her panties with one long, teasing stroke. She lifted her hips slightly to get more friction. He kissed back up her body and found her mouth again.

Her legs wrapped around him to meld their bodies tighter together. Him still fully dressed and her half naked now. Heat radiated off them and they were both completely breathless and flushed by now.

While kissing he gently took out her ponytail so he could fist his hands in her luxuriously soft dark hair. The idea that he was now able to touch Emily in every and any way he wanted made his blood race even hotter than it was from the kisses they were sharing. She had always just been a friend of his. Someone who challenged him but wasn't touchy feeling like Penelope or Derek. She didn't say she loved him or hug him ever.

But she had strong feelings for him. That much was clear now. She wanted his touch, his love, his devotion, his adoration, his promises, his cure for her affliction called loneliness. And he wanted to give her all that now.

Because she was Emily. Beautiful inside and out and she had always been there waiting for him to realize they could have this. Now he did. He wanted it today and tomorrow for sure. It felt unlike any other affair before.

Those- from the girls in grade school to JJ to Samantha and all the ones in between- always left him plagued with doubts. Something didn't feel quite right. He let them slip away from him and spent more time in his head, in his books, in his cases, and playing chess.

This time was wholly opposite any of those. This time he couldn't imagine tearing himself away from this woman. He didn't want time to brood and frustrate himself to no end about why he wasn't good with woman and how he'd probably end up alone.

No, Emily did not inspire that feeling in him. She inspired one of care and concern, lust and desire, hope and burgeoning love.

His tone was throaty when he breathed out "Let me make love to you."

Against his ear she teased "We've been making love since you walked through the door."

He smirked and eased himself up to his feet, reached out his hand and then pulled her up after she took his hand. He gripped her hips and pulled her against him. Her hands rose to caress his cheeks.

"Emily," he whispered her name with reverence before ghosting his lips over hers, speaking in between very short sensual kiss, his words right against her mouth "all those times you said you couldn't find a guy good enough for you, you were right. No one is worthy of you but I will do my best to cherish you always." One more gentle kiss before he asked "Give me a tour of your bedroom?"

She smiled and led him that way. He watched her sexy, lacy panty clad ass walking down the hall and felt so hard that he was lucky he could walk without too much pain as he followed her inside her bedroom. It was dark in there. She didn't bother to turn on a light.

There was a large bank of windows that provided moonlight.

Right inside the door she turned around and then pulled off her white tank top revealing her breasts to him for the first time. Reid lost his breath. Emily walked closer to him- since he was standing there in stunned silence- and started to help him out of his shirt, kissing his chest as she did so.

Pulling her head back up he kissed her with a sensual heat that he had never known with any other woman- a certain desperation that was heady and perfect in it lustiness. He whispered "Thank you for kissing me in Maine."

"Thank you for not freaking out too bad." She sucked and licked at his throat and shoulders.

They started kissing again, her walking backwards until her knees hit the bed and then she crawled onto it. Reid first took a condom out of his wallet, set it on the night stand, and then got out of the rest of his clothes, with Emily's eyes burning with heat as she watched him disrobe.

He climbed onto the bed, finding her lips once again and they shared more deep, wet, opened mouth kisses. His fingers ghosted over her stomach and then delved into the wet curls between her legs.

She arched against him. Her silky smooth body perfect in every way. He couldn't believed he had gone so long without knowing this kind of perfection existed in the world.

Kissing over her throat he worked down again before capturing the hard nub of her nipple in his mouth. Flicking across it with his tongue he soon had her whimpering, as he gently stroked between her legs. Her slick juices coated his fingers. He brought his mouth back to her and gave her a deep kiss as he sunk a finger inside of her.

Emily moaned into his mouth. He stroked slowly at first and then added another finger and sped up the pace. His thumb brushed her clit. His lips moved to nibble her ear and whisper "Being inside of you is incredible. You are incomparable to any other woman. You're the one I will never forget either."

"Spencer, oh Spencer! Ohhh, yes, yes," she cried.

She clenched around him as her orgasm hit her. He watched her in the throes of ecstacy and knew he had never seen such beauty up close in all his life. When he pulled his fingers free of her they shared another slow, tongue tangling kiss. Then he opened the condom and slid it on.

Positioning himself he looked down at her- her face was gorgeously flushed in the moonlight and she was panting breathlessly. His dick brushed her slick, wet folds and she lifted her hips to make the contact tighter.

"Emily...please look at me."

She opened her eyes and gave him a sexually satisfied smile.

He went on "How long have you wanted me?"

"So very long. Years."

Hearing that he thrust inside of her, the need to give her what she wanted for so long over taking him. Never again would he make her long for his touch like he had done all this time now.

THE END