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His long fingers that were splayed across your stomach softened, the tender caress of his thumbs coming to a stop, “Hey,” he whispered, pulling his head back a bit to look at your flushed face, “that’s perfectly fine,” he gave you a small, reassuring smile that reached his hazel eyes that looked at you in awe.  

When you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything back, he spoke again in an even softer tone, “We don’t have to go any further, okay?” his hand moved from your stomach to cradle your jaw, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. 

Your hands came up to desperately grasp his biceps as you let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I don’t wanna stop,” the confession small but unwavering as you shook your head, “I’m just.. I don’t know what to do, Spencer” you admitted, your brows drawing with vulnerability as you searched his eyes.

Spencer could never be disappointed with you and you were very aware of that, but the intimidation that came with exposing your inexperience to someone you looked up to was far too strong to deem nonexistent. 

His thumb smoothly brushed your cheekbone, “You don’t have to do anything..” he slowly connected his lips with the corner of your mouth, “I’ll take care of you,” his soft lips brushed against your closed ones, promising absolute patience, “We’ll do whatever feels right. There’s no rush at all.” 

“Okay,” you breathed out the words against his mouth, letting your mouth part to move with his own. 

His lips sandwiched your bottom lip, slowly sucking it as his hands explored your body, making their way from your arms, touching the shivering skin full of goosebumps down to your sides, giving them a gentle, encouraging squeeze and dragging a quiet, suppressed moan from your throat. 

His slow, deep kiss relaxed the coiled tension in your stomach, making your legs naturally part further, letting his body settle more comfortably between your thighs. 

His lips moved down your jaw, making you tip your head backwards, giving him more access until he reached your earlobe, giving it a barely-there bite that made you groan. 

He then kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you whisper his name and prop your legs on either side of his hips.

The clear sound of your satisfaction made him smile against your skin, sucking on the same spot just to hear the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. 

He slightly pulled away to press his forehead onto yours, “Is it okay if we take this off?” his fingers gently traced the white strap of your bra, his head tilting to the side in question. 

“Please,” the word sounded more like a whimper, but Spencer felt too nice to tease. 

You slightly arched your back so he could reach to your back, unclasp your bra, and pull it off your body. 

He neatly placed your bra on the edge of the bed without peeling his eyes off your now bare breasts.

He licked a slow, burning path down your throat until he was right above the skin that had just been exposed. His tongue swiped slowly against your warm skin leaving wet marks against your flushed chest, pressing reverent, open-mouthed kisses across your aching breasts, “You’re so perfect..” those words vibrated against your skin as he got closer to your right peak, swirling his tongue around it before repeating, “God..you’re so so perfect,” although you saw him as the expert, he seemed deeply affected by you, as if he were in the presence of something sacred. 

You could feel his skin getting warmer and damper by the second, sticking to you as he wrapped his swollen lips around your nipple. 

The sensation was completely new and foreign—something you thought was simply Spencer’s effect on you, “Oh my god,” you gasped. 

He grazed his teeth around your hard nipple, sucking gently before adding more pressure, “How does that feel?” he panted, lifting his head to see the look of pleasure on your face. 

“So good,” you breathed out, “so fucking good,” your fingers carded through his hair before finally tugging on it, making him moan against your breast. 

Your other boob was not neglected at all, Spencer made sure you were feeling good in all the right ways, kneading your other breast and occasionally rolling your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it to pull more sounds out of you to hear them through your ribs. 

He then switched between his tongue and hand, giving you more of each sensation and using more pressure as felt you melt underneath him, becoming more needy. 

“Is there anything you don’t want to happen right now? It’s entirely up to you, just tell me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for actual sex right now,” you hesitated, “Everything feels so good.. and I want us to go further, but can we not do that tonight?” the anxiety peaked again as you spoke, even though you were met with an understanding look from Spencer as he listened to you. 

“Of course,” he murmured, kissing right above your heart, feeling it thumping against your ribs, “all I want is for you to feel good. And is there anything specific you would like to try?”

“I want you to touch me,” you brushed the few, damp strands that stuck to his forehead.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved up, “Touch you where?” 

“You know where,” you pouted, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“I don’t,” he lied with a teasing smile, “you’re gonna have to be more specific,” he kissed the warm-skinned dip between your breasts. 

“Spencer,”

“Come on, use your words.” his long fingers trailed down your stomach, going lightly along the edge of your cotton panties, hooking the elastic against his fingertips. 

You let out a weak whine, your hips instinctively tilting upward, chasing the warmth of his hand.

“I need you to finger me,” you choked out, the urgency in your words caught them both off guard, but Spencer let out a pleased hum, “Good girl,” 

His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, his thumb slowly finding its way to your clit, not touching the rest of your pussy just yet. He captured your lips in an affectionate, slow kiss, providing you more comfort, the connection calming the rapid shivers moving through your body at his touch. 

The soft pad of his finger pressed against your clit before slowly moving it in tight, firm circles, making your eyebrows twitch as you whimpered into his mouth. 

He smiled against your lips, the noise meant that he was making you feel good, that his desperate need to please you was being met. 

He gave you a few moments to absorb the feeling of his skin against your most sensitive spot before he introduced the second sensation. His slender middle finger dipped lower, stroking your folds and parting them slightly, “Can I see you?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

You didn’t use your words this time, quickly hooking your fingers into the waistband of the cotton fabric and pushing them down your hips with ease.

Spencer brushed against your hand, silently asking you to let him do it. He lowered himself to pull your panties down and off your ankles. 

When your panties were fully off, Spencer’s gaze was fixated between your thighs, unable to look away, but he felt the nervous energy start to seep back into your face, so he kissed your lower stomach right above where his hand had been, “You’re so.. so beautiful,” 

He shifted his weight, sitting back on his heels at the edge of the bed, admiring every inch of your bare flushed body laying before him. 

He returned his thumb to the bundle of nerves above your slit and his middle finger down your wet slit, “so wet,” he whispered against your thigh, giving it a slow kiss to ease the tension of its muscles. 

He slowly pushed a part of his finger into your tight entrance, feeling you tense around him as you whined and reached down to him, “Spencer, please,” 

“I’m right here,” he peppered kisses on your inner thighs, “just let me know when you’re ready for more,” 

Your chest heaved, the air surrounding you starting to feel cold against your glistening skin, the wetness cooling your feverish skin, “I’m ready,” 

He pushed his finger deeper into you, starting with a few slow pumps that made your hips helplessly twitch against his hand before increasing the pace and depth, “you’re doing so well, baby,” his words were met with a desperate whimper from your widely parted lips. 

“Do you want a second finger?” he asked, his tone dripping sweetly.

“God, yes,” you moaned, already overwhelmed by the single digit moving in and out of you. 

When his soaked middle finger was out of you, he paired it next to his index finger before pushing them fully in together, sending a rush down your spine, and ripping a loud moan out of your throat.

“You’re okay,” he removed his thumb from your clit, moving the job of stimulating that bundle of nerves to his mouth, sucking gently as he fingered you relentlessly, “you’re taking it so well, baby,” 

“I’m gonna curl my fingers, okay?” 

You frantically nodded, your composure completely shattered, “Okay,”

His fingers hooked upward, curling and reaching deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot with clear effort. 

Your thighs slightly twitched around his head, making his other hand firmly grip one of your thighs, pinning it on the soft sheets next to his shoulder.

“Spencer!” you cried out, your voice cracking as your hips bucked against his face, slightly away from his fingers that were moving in and out of you faster now, continuously curling with every thrust. 

“I’ve got you,” the intense suction of his mouth on your clit was driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Oh my god, I think I’m gonna come-” the knot in the pit of your stomach was getting too tight and heavy to handle, overwhelming you with bursting fullness.

“I know, baby,” he pressed his palm against your lower stomach, splaying his finger across your sweaty skin, “just let go,” he added more force on your lower stomach, feeling some of the inner movement with every measured pump of his fingers. 

Those last words vibrating against your swelling clit were enough to push you over the edge. 

You let out a loud moan, your fingers now pulling his hair as the intense blinding orgasm ripped through your entire body, making your head sink deeper into the pillow supporting your neck.

A hot rush of fluid erupted from you, gushing against Spencer’s hand and face, soaking the mattress beneath you, but his fingers continued their intense efforts inside of you. 

His fingers were riding out the violent spasms of your walls that clamped down around him, making you squirt onto his face again, and bringing your shaking legs to a slow, steady stop. 

You had completely surprised yourself by squirting all over, “Shit, I’m sorry, I-” you panted.

His fingers finally stopped moving as they stilled inside of your sensitive inner walls, “No, baby, you did so well,” he breathed out, slowly licking your lower stomach, “I’m so proud of you,” he slowly withdrew his soaking fingers, licking them thoroughly before sucking them clean. 

He moved his face up to yours, “Are you okay?” he kissed your damp forehead.

You nodded tiredly, completely worn out and sleepy, “yeah, that was.. that was very intense,” 

“I hope you liked it?” he stared into your eyes, waiting for an answer. 

You lazily traced his cheekbones, moving your shaky finger to his eyebrows, brushing along each one, “I loved it. I’m so lucky I got to do this with you,” 

“I’m so lucky I got to be your first. Seriously, thank you for trusting me,” the smile he always gave you was now back on his peaceful face. 

“Of course, Spence,” you returned the smile, tracing his nose with your still trembling finger, but now the trembling was out of tiredness rather than intensity. 

“Let me clean you up,” he quickly pecked your swollen lips before rolling off the bed and into his bathroom, coming out a few seconds later with a damp washcloth. 

He settled between your legs, parting them hesitantly—purely because he didn’t want to overwhelm your worn out body, knowing that you were still sensitive. 

He gently wiped your thighs, his eyes lingering on every inch as he went over the delicate skin a few times—aiming to both clean you up and relax your body, “all done,” 

He removed the warm cloth from your skin and took a few steps to sit closer to your face on the bed, “How about you get in the shower, and I’ll change the sheets before they dry, hm?” he asked, stroking your hair with a touch so gentle, it made your eyes need to flutter shut. 

"For research, scientists asked one partner to consume a probiotic yogurt drink containing specific identifiable bacteria—" He whimpered then sighed, clearing his throat. "such as Lactobacillus and Bifidobacterium before kissing, which allowed them to track the transfer of these microorganisms." You hummed in agreement, satisfied with his answer. You kissed his cheek then his lately neglected lips.

"So smart, baby." You cooed at his state, both cheeks and ears flushed pink. Spencer was a smart boy, and everyone knew that, so seeing him so flustered after you called him smart even though it's a daily occurrence made you laugh a bit, and try to push your limits.

"These glasses suit you, y'know?" You mumbled against his ear, tracing your fingers around the frame of the glasses. "Do they?" He questioned you, doubt clear in his voice.

"Mhm, they make you look so pretty Spence," You paused. "and smart." His breath hitched, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt tight.

"Due to historical links with scholarly pursuits, media portrayals of academic characters wearing them, and a cognitive shortcut where the "smart" look triggers assumptions of smarts, seriousness, and competence." He told you, thumbs now tracing the curve of your hip.