SPENCER POV
I feel a warmth surrounding me. It was not only a physical feeling but a emotional one too. Just like the warm feeling you get when someone compliments you or you get a hug from your favorite grandmother, I had developed a perpetual feeling of warmth ever since everything finally settled down. Now, the physical warmth was currently being caused by the body I was curled up next too, the fuzzy blanket I was wrapped in, and the fire I was sitting in front of. The body belonged to that of my boyfriend Caleb, and we were happily snuggled together on the couch in our new apartment in front of a fire in our small fireplace. Our apartment was none too shabby considering our combined income. It was a single bedroom and bath apartment with a recently updated kitchen and living room. With Caleb's left arm draped casually across my shoulder, we contentedly sat in our living room doing nothing except enjoy each other's company and the dancing flames in front of us.
it was somewhere around 10 o'clock on a Friday night. We had made plans to go out earlier in the evening, but lacking any motivation whatsoever we decided to take a rain check and just have a quiet night in. Suddenly with no provocation, I heard Caleb's gruff voice ask a single question in a quiet and contemplative attitude, "Do you still love Toby?" I furrowed my eyebrows and adjusted myself so I could still cuddle with him, but be able to look him in the eyes as I spoke, "Do you still love Hanna?" He just stared at the fire and stayed quiet. I snuggled back down into his embrace and continued. "Toby was my first love, so of course I still love him. I'll always love him a little. It's just that kind of thing that stays with you - just like with you and Hanna. But I don't think that's the question that you really wanted to ask. So ask me anything sweetie." His stare focused a little and seemed to shake off a little of the previous blankness. He said even quieter than before, "Do you love me?" With that I sat up slowly and turned towards him, making our bodies at a sort of perpendicular angle. He didn't look at me, so I took my left hand and gently turned his face towards mine. I leaned in to give him a little kiss, and asked, "Do you love me?" He kissed me, and taking my face in his hands looked into my eyes with a sort of fervent passion as he replied, "Yes. With every fiber of my being. I love you Spencer…" Instead of giving an immediate reply, I moved so I was now straddling his lap. His hands automatically went to my waist and hips. I put my arms around his shoulders like a school girl would do in a slow dance, and I leaned in for a kiss. I kissed him hard and said with as much feeling as I could, "I love you Caleb." He smiled and pulled my body closer to his. I pressed my lips to his, and with a building passion he gently forced my lips apart so he could introduce his tongue to mine. We stayed there for several minutes just kissing with a fire similar to that of the one currently in our fireplace.
CALEB POV
I felt her body pressing against mine as we kissed. I could feel every curve. As I thought about the sweet curves of her breasts pressing into my chest I could feel a heat rising in me. As I thought of the curves of her legs, her thighs, her secret garden pressing into my lap, I felt a hardness form. Spencer moaned into my mouth when she felt the same hardness pressing into her. At that moment, I was incredibly grateful we didn't have a coffee table in front of us, because I'm afraid we probably would have broken it. I grabbed her cheeks down south and supported her and I slid off the couch to the floor. I turned us so we were now parallel with the straights of the fireplace, and I slowly with much care laid her down on the ground. I propped myself on one of my hands as we laid there just kissing for a bit. With my free hand, I memorized each curve of her body. I started with the sweep of her neck, and ran my hand down the length of her torso, purposely slowly down at her breast. When my hand got to her hip, I couldn't help but to lift her leg, and keep running my hand down as far as I could reach without contorting the rest of my body. I felt a pressure on my torso as I realized Spencer was sitting up, so I sat up with her. She took my face in her hands and kissed me roughly. Then she pulled away, and placed my hands on either side of her body at her hips. She seductively unbuttoned each button on her pajama blouse, and when she finished unbuttoning she just let the shirt slide off her shoulders at what seemed like an agonizing rate. With me still sitting on the floor, she stood up and looking down at me began to slip off her pajama bottoms. To tease me further, she did that little dance that girls do when taking off their pants. She gestured for me to raise my hands but not stand up yet. When my hands were raised to a sufficient height, she grabbed them gently and placed them once more on her hips, but instead of leaving them there like before she guided my hands up her stomach and left them right underneath her breasts, so very close to where I actually wanted them to rest. Then she reached back and unhooked her bra, taking her time to slide each strap off her shoulder and to toss it aside on the couch. I felt that familiar hardness become even more solid as I stared at her perky breasts just sitting there within reach. She smiled seductively and moved my hands so they were firmly holding those beautiful mounds. She leaned her head back in sheer delight and pleasure when i began to massage them. As I rubbed sweet circles on her breasts, she took her own hands and slowly shimmed off her panties. Standing in front of me was what had to be the most beautiful form I'd ever seen. A tall woman with breasts so tender, an swooping waist, hips which make men tremble, and long sexy legs. At that sight, the hardness had fully solidified and was ready to perform. I shuddered, and let Spencer slowly sit back down in front of me. Instead of taking a page from her book, and let her watch as I strip-teased her, I took her hands and pulled her into a standing position with me. I pulled off my shirt, and then took off my jeans and underwear. I took her hands once more and turned the both of us so my back was once again at the couch. I sat down on the couch, and realizing what I was wanting her to do took the proper steps towards that goal. She placed her hands on my shoulders and positioned her legs on either side of my lap. Then she lowered herself slowly until the tip of my penis was just barely touching her other lips. Keeping at the same level, she leaned toward me and kissed me. Just when I least expected it, she sat down fairly hard and began gyrating on top of me. At first my hands were just holding her ass, but then I wanted more. So leaving my left hand on her cheek, I took my right and firmly grabbed her right breast. When even pulsating my grip was not enough to sate my lust, I leaned in and began kissing her left breast. She leaned her head back in raw pleasure. With my mouth on her breast, I let my tongue create a swirling pattern across her nipple making it hard. She sped up her motions, and I felt myself getting close. I moved my hand from her ass-cheek to her left breast and removed my mouth. She pulled me closer, and I planted my head in between her glorious mounds, and pressed her breasts into the sides of my face. She slowed to an agonizing pace which was sensual enough to send me over the edge. I came into her as she moaned loud. With me still inside her, she pulled away slightly and rested her head on my chest panting like the animal she was. After a minute, she pulled back, gave me a little kiss, and un-straddled me. Standing, she leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Come shower off with me." Then she pulled away and went into the bathroom. I followed closely behind, ready to surprise her by reciprocating and making her orgasm harder than ever before.
I got into the shower, and without any warning, grabbed her and pressed her up against the shower wall, shoving my index and middle fingers deep inside her. She gasped and pulled me even closer so every curve of her body was pressing against mine. With my head nestled in her neck, my free hand swept the curve of her thigh, and suddenly lifted it so she was spread wider. She gasped again and moaned, moving her arms so they were now gripping my back and shoulders for support. I twisted and turned my fingers randomly and used my thumb to stroke her clit. She began panting again. At that sign, I shoved into two more fingers and pumped furiously. I felt her body tense up, and I stopped. The tension went away as she stepped back from the edge of orgasm. In the shower was a little shower seat to making shaving her legs easier. I guided her down to it as I kneeled on the shower floor. I kissed her mouth, then gave a quick suck on each of her breasts. Running my left hand across the inside of her right thigh, I flicked her clit, and swiftly pulled her leg up and across my left shoulder. In that same movement I pressed my head between her legs and shoved my tongue inside her. Moving in and out slightly and curling my tongue, I felt her tense up again. To send her over the edge I suddenly began stimulating her clit hard. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing my face harder into her vagina. She practically screamed in delight, as she orgasmed into my mouth. I let her juices flow sweetly across my tongue, and leaned back wiping my mouth and removing her leg from my shoulder. Then I stood up and pulled her into a standing position with me. Now with each of us having been thoroughly satisfied, I grabbed the loofa, put a little soap in it, and lathered her body so we could actually do what we came in here to do in the first place. As I was soaping up her front, I went and gently rubbed her vaginal area. She breathed deeply and I let my ring finger slip inside her. All she could manage was a "Mmmmm" sort of groan. I chuckled, and finished cleaning off her body.
Later that evening, as we were lying in bed, Spencer had fully fallen asleep with her head cuddled on my chest, but I was fully awake. My mind was racing, and it wasn't even thinking about one thing in particular. I was thinking about anything and everything, but it was mainly about Spencer and I. I reminisced about our first date. Our first time being completely intertwined together. Our first time saying "I love you." The first time I really felt like this woman in my arms was who I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. We dated casually back when Uber A was still active, but a couple months after A had been shut down forever was when we really started caring for each other. Just three months after that time, was when I realized I loved Spencer. Now we've been together, and really caring for each other, for twenty-two months since then. Twenty-two months. Almost two full years. I was taken aback at that realization. Laying here, holding the love of my life in my arms, I was surprised at the fierceness of a desire that overtook me. I want to marry her. I want Spencer to be my wife. I smiled to myself, and a peace settled over me. Just one general thought kept repeating itself as I felt myself finally going to sleep. I love Spencer. I am going to marry Spencer. I love Spencer. I am going to marry Spencer..Spencer..Spencer..Spencer…..