Read my Lips

Chapter 9

The townhomes that filled Eliana's narrow city street were all roughly the same shape and size. But it was easy for Spencer to pick hers out from the rest based on the description she texted him along with her address. Eliana's house was the brown brick one between two more colorful houses. The one on the right was teal and the one to the left was an odd shade of muted purple.

Spencer could feel his heart pounding as he climbed the chipped cement steps to her door. The porches on either side of him were covered in plants and other colorful decor. They looked busy and full compared to the spartan appearance of Eliana's front stoop. If he was on a case, Spencer would be tempted to draw all sorts of conclusions from his observations. But he already knew why Eliana didn't decorate her porch or put out potted plants. She spent the last two years in Morocco. She was still considering another tour. This was her house. But it wasn't her home. Not yet anyway. Hopes that he might convince her to stay were starting to form in the far corners of his mind. But Spencer wasn't ready to really analyze them yet. At the moment, he was more focused on making it through this evening without doing anything to embarrass himself.

Spencer tugged on the front of his shirt before he knocked on Eliana's door. He wasn't confident in what he chose to wear. He'd never been on an actual date before. Not since his third time through college anyway. And he didn't think getting half drunk and meeting a girl at a party really counted as a date. He reminded himself that he still wasn't sure if this was a date. Eliana invited him over to her house for dinner. She seemed to be displaying obvious signs of romantic interest. They kissed after the party she invited him to. But Spencer was still partly convinced that he was just reading the situation wrong. He didn't have much or really any basis of comparison. So he put on one of his work shirts, left his necktie at home, and called it good.

As soon as Spencer heard footsteps on the other side of the door, he glanced down at his empty hands and wished he'd brought the yellow flowers that Derek suggested before. Or a bottle of wine. Something. Anything. A soft sigh escaped his lips. It was too late for second thoughts and should haves now. The muffled metallic clink of the lock was followed by a soft rush of air as Eliana pulled the door open. Thoughts of flowers and wine and awkward college parties disappeared from Spencer's mind. His mouth dropped slightly open. And he blinked his eyes a few times in disbelief.

Eliana was standing in the doorway, the blush slowly rising in her cheeks as he flicked his eyes up and down over her body. She was wearing a cosplay star trek costume. It was a dangerously short, light green dress with the star trek insignia above her left breast. The top half of her dark hair was pulled back to reveal the extenders she had on the tips of her ears to make them appear pointed. He'd seen the look somewhere before. But since Spencer was busy gaping at Eliana's bare legs, it took him a moment to place it.

"Enterprise. Season four. In a mirror, darkly," he finally said, swallowing hard once he managed to spit the words out. That's where he'd seen it. The episode featured an alternate reality where humans attacked the Vulcans during first contact and stole their advanced technology. That, along with the first appearance of the Borg on The Next Generation, were Eliana's all time favorite episodes of the entire franchise. They discussed both episodes at length, along with a few of his personal favorites.

Eliana took a step back, allowing room for Spencer to enter the house before she shut the door behind him. He knew he ought to say something. Eliana was looking up at him with a nervous smile, clearly hoping that he was pleased by her appearance. Which he was. He'd never seen anything so hot in his entire life. She was absolute perfection even in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. In her costume, she looked even sexier than the actress who played the character she was dressed up as. But did he tell her that? No. Spencer opened his mouth. And then he started to vomit information. The history of the costume she was wearing came blurting out of his mouth, along with the original designer, the dates the episodes premiered, and so much other unnecessary blabbering. He couldn't stop himself from talking. It was like he was possessed by a demon that was determined to make sure he was never going to get laid as long as he lived.

Eliana's nervous smile widened. Her eyes began to sparkle with amusement. And she giggled as she reached forward, catching Spencer by the front of his button down shirt. He was still running his mouth as she pulled him down, rising up onto her tiptoes until she could press her lips against his. She kissed him, effectively stopping his stream of running commentary. One of her hands was still locked into the fabric of his shirt. She reached up with the other, resting her hand on the back of his neck. Her fingers twined into his hair, anchoring him in place as she massaged his lips with hers.

It took Spencer a moment to readjust to what was happening. But his recovery time was faster than he would have thought possible. His arms circled Eliana's slim waist, pulling her against him. She moaned softly into his mouth when he started to kiss her back. The soft vibration of it flooded his body with heat. And before he had time to overthink his actions, he was lifting her up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist. But he kept one arm under her as he moved to press her against the back of the closed door. Pinning her between his body and the hard surface of the door absorbed some of her slight weight.

Both of her hands tangled into his hair, mussing his curls as she deepened their kiss. Her tongue tangled up with his as he slid his hand between their bodies. Her full breasts were pressed against his chest. And he cupped one of them in his hand, gently massaging her through her dress as he tested the weight and feel of her soft globe in his palm. When his thumb rubbed across her hardened nipple, she broke their kiss. Eliana sucked in a hard breath of air and let out another moan. His dick was straining against his zipper. It was almost painfully hard. And he realized he was so desperate for a release of that pressure he was going to push her clothes out of his way and fuck her right there against the back of her front door if he didn't get control over himself.

Spencer caught Eliana's legs, peeling them off from around his waist and carefully lowering her to the ground in front of him. He pressed his palms flat against the door, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against it as well. Spencer took a few deep breaths as he made some attempt to regain control over his body. Elaina circled his waist with her arms, leaning into his body and resting her cheek against his chest.

"Are you okay?," she whispered. "Did I do something wrong?"

Spencer shook his head. He took another deep breath and tried to ignore the throbbing need in his pants. "I just need to make sure," he admitted. "I don't want anything to happen that you don't want…." Spencer felt Eliana's arms tighten around him. And then her body started to shake. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening until one of the giggles she was clearly trying her best to hold in bubbled out of her. She tried to choke back her laughter, making it come out in a loud snort. Once she regained some control over herself, Eliana released her hold on him and reached up to cup Spencer's face with her hands.

"Look at me," she said, her words coming out more like a soft pleading request than an order. Spencer took another deep breath. And then he looked down to meet Eliana's intense gaze. The back of her hair was fluffed up from where it drug against the door. Her pupils were blown out, turning her dark eyes nearly black with desire. Her face was flushed. And her lips were already slightly puffy from all the kissing they did. "I invited you over. I answered the door in a star trek costume with lingerie underneath. And then I kissed you." The corners of Eliana's mouth quirked up into a smile. "Use your behavior analysis skills Dr. Reid," she suggested. "...what do you think I want?" Just in case she wasn't making herself clear, Eliana lowered one of her hands. He was pitching a rather impressive tent in his pants. And she ran her hand up the length of it. His hips jerked towards her touch. But he was quick to grasp her hand and pull it away.

"You want…," Spencer said, stopping abruptly mid sentence. "Wait. What do you have on under that dress?" He reached down, grasping the hem up her short dress and jerking it roughly upwards. He bent forward, tilting his head almost upside down as he attempted to peek under her skirt. Eliana squealed with laughter as she swatted his hands away. She took a step backwards, but Spencer caught her by the waist and pulled her back into his arms. He was still smiling when he kissed her.

The fire was still simmering between them. But a feeling of comfort had replaced the burning desperation Spencer was feeling when he had Eliana pinned between his body and the door. That wasn't how he pictured things happening between them. And whether she was every bit a willing participant or not when it came to a rough fuck against the door with their clothes still on, he was glad he slowed things down when he did. Eliana was something special and precious to him. And while he wasn't exactly confident in his skills as a sexual partner, he wanted things to be as perfect as he could possibly make them for her.

Eliana peppered his face with kisses. Her lips were warm and soft. And she trailed them down over Spencer's jawline until she reached the cords of his neck. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He never gave much thought to what his skin might taste like. But he assumed Eliana must like it. Because she hummed as she began to suck at the skin of his neck. She only stayed in that spot for another moment before she worked her way back up to press a more gentle kiss to his lips.

"How about we go upstairs to my bedroom…," she offered. "And I promise I'll tell you right away if anything starts happening that I don't like." Eliana would be hard pressed to think of anything she didn't want him to do to her. What she said was to ease his mind, not hers. And she was relieved when it seemed to work. Spencer nodded his head and let her lead him towards the stairs.

Eliana's room was like the rest of her house, devoid of extra furniture and personal touches. Any decor that was present appeared to have been put there long before Eliana moved in. The floor of her room was the original hardwood, though it was now scuffed and discolored in a few places. It was cold against Spencer's bare feet when he slid his shoes and socks off.

There was a large four poster bed in the center of the room. And while the intricately carved wood marked it as an antique, the bedding looked clean and modern. He watched as Eliana moved to the far side of the bed and lit two candles. The smell of eucalyptus and mint began to fill the air.

Every fact he knew about the scent began to flood Spencer's mind. And he dug his nails into his palm to keep from spewing them out and ruining the moment. Eliana lifted her dress, pulling it off over her head as she rounded the edge of her bed. As promised, she was wearing lingerie underneath. It was an extremely skimpy black lace one piece that somehow managed to cover everything but the parts of her body that undergarments ought to cover. Her entire backside was exposed. And the hard points of her dusky nipples were visible through the sheer fabric. This was only made hotter by the fact that while she'd removed her cosplay dress, she was still sporting the pointed vulcan ear tips.

"You like?," she asked. Eliana looked up at him as she reached for his shirt. She threaded each button through until his shirt was open and she was able to push it off over his shoulders. Spencer swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort as his shirt fell to the floor at his feet. Like was a mild word for how he felt about Eliana's appearance. She looked like something from his wildest wet dream. And he was flattered that she'd gone to such trouble just to please him. He would have been perfectly happy if she answered her door in a sweatshirt and all they did was watch movies together.

"You're perfect," he said. Elaina's dark eyes lit up at his compliment. She ran her hands over his chest, reading his skin like braille as she walked him backwards across the room. When his legs hit the side of the mattress, Spencer lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed. Given the significant distance in height between them, the position put him at eye level with her. Eliana remained standing, but moved in closer to him. Her thighs parted to straddle one of his legs. And she wrapped her arms around him as their lips met.

Spencer's hands fluttered nervously against her waist. The feel of her body against his, the soft throaty noises she was making, and her tongue in his mouth were making it hard for him to think. It was almost enough to send him into sensory overload. There were so many places on her body that he wanted to put his hands. And it took him a few moments of self restraint before it occurred to him that he could touch her wherever he wanted. In fact, she'd adorned and bared her body specifically to invite his hands to roam. And she wanted to be touched. By him. There was no rational explanation for this. But as it was happening anyway, he decided that he'd rather just enjoy it instead of overanalyzing the situation like he did with everything else in his life.

He moved his hands down first, cupping the rounded curves of her ass and gently squeezing. The contact made Eliana hum, a soft vibration against his lips. He assumed that meant she liked what he was doing. So he touched her more confidently, softly massaging her backside with his hands. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch. And when his fingers moved in, closer to the juncture of her thighs, the area was almost hot to the touch. She arched her back, inviting him to slide his fingers between the firm globes of her ass. He did, softly running his fingers across the thin layer of black lace that was covering her heated core. He wasn't sure exactly what to do with his fingers. But if he was to do anything at all, the first thing he needed to do was get her lingerie out of his way.

Spencer skimmed his hands up over her body until he had his fingers hooked under the tiny straps that were holding her outfit up. He slid them down her arms, smiling when Eliana moved her body in a way that made it easier for him to undress her. The fabric was stretchy and tight. Removing it from her body made him feel like he was peeling an orange. Her breasts sprung free. And when the fabric began to bunch up around her hips, Eliana took over and pushed it the rest of the way down her legs.

Now that her body was completely bare, Eliana tossed her dark hair back over her shoulders. Then she climbed up into Spencer's lap. With one leg on either side of his hips, she lowered herself down until she was sitting directly on his dick. He was still half dressed. But she could feel his hard length through his pants. Eliana ran her hands up his arms, fighting the urge to reach between them and free his erection from the confines of his trousers. Her insides were aching with need. And while she didn't think Spencer would object to her taking over in such a way, she wanted to let him move at his own pace. She didn't have a lot of sexual experience. But she had enough to know that most men didn't bother taking their time. And despite how impatient she was feeling, the truth was that the slow build up to the act was agony of the absolutely best kind.

Eliana felt Spencer's hands on her waist again. But his touch seemed less tentative than before. He slid them up and between their bodies, cupping her breasts. A soft sigh escaped her. And she placed her hands on top of his, encouraging him to use a little more force. "I won't break," she promised, whispering the words into his ear before she started to kiss her way down the cords of his neck. His gentle massage of her breasts ended with his fingers on her nipples. The pleasure shot through her body like lightning as he rolled her hard buds between his fingers. And Eliana rose up off her knees and wrapped her arms around him, one hand twining into his hair as she pressed her breasts into his face.

Eliana hoped it would happen at some point. Whatever wall of self consciousness or hesitation that was holding him back would come crashing down. But she still wasn't expecting it when she suddenly felt his hold on her tighten. He cupped her breast, flicking his tongue across her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned, her hips rocking against his bare chest as her hand tightened into his hair. His other hand moved between her legs. His fingers explored her slick folds. With how awkward his touch started, she gasped in shock when he not only found her clit without any guidance from her but began to rub his fingers back and forth across it with just the right amount of pressure. HIs mouth moved to her other breast, sending bolts of pleasure right to her core. Her insides tightened as the heat inside her built. She was rocking her hips against his hand.

The pleasure exploded inside her. And Eliana came with his name on her lips. Spencer withdrew his hands, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight against his chest as the last few pulses of her orgasm rippled over her. Eliana sucked in a hard breath as she lowered herself back down onto his lap. She kissed him, their tongues tangling up together in his mouth. When she broke the kiss it was because she needed air.

Eliana moved slightly back. Her face lit with a teasing smile before she asked, "Are you ever going to take your pants off?" Her question seemed to take him by surprise. And then she felt his body ripple with almost silent laughter.

"You goddamn better bet I am," he announced. Eliana quickly found herself being flipped off Spencer's lap and onto the bed. And she lay there giggling like crazy as she watched him struggle to remove the rest of his clothing. He was fumbling with his belt and trying to push his pants down over his slim hips at the same time. His hair was falling forward into his face. And once he managed to get his pants and undershorts down, they bunched up around his ankles and he almost fell. When he finally got his pants off, he kicked the whole mess across the room.

Eliana laughed, amused not only by the entire ridiculous show but also by the fact that none of what happened had diminished his arousal. She felt it through his erection through his clothes a few times. When they were dancing in his kitchen and kissing in his car. And clearly she felt it a few moments before, when she was naked on his lap. But none of that really did him justice. His manhood was long and just thick enough to be inviting instead of frightening. It had a slight upward curve to it. The hair around it was a slightly darker shade than the hair on his head, and it was as meticulously clean and groomed as the rest of his body.

When he moved towards her, Eliana reached out, running her hand up the length of his dick and then back down to cup his balls. His hips bucked forward, pushing towards her soft touch. And she looked up at him through her dark lashes before she repeated the words he said to her earlier.

"You're perfect."