S.R. MDNI +18
Spencer's eyes roll back as you move against him, hips rotating, lifting off him and sinking back down at a pace that is criminally slow, and so, so delicious. There are nights where Spencer must have you, nights where you're pulled together like magnets, taking what you need without a single thought. Then there are nights like this one. The sun is setting outside the window, the room is pleasantly warm, all heat generated by the connection of your bodies. His hands never leaving your skin, roaming the peaks and valleys of your body like a sensory dream. If he really, really focuses through the fog of pleasure radiating through his abdomen, he can feel the stretch mark at your side, the pad of his thumb moving back and forth across it. You're so perfect to him, he lets out a soft moan at the thought alone. Adoration sets his heart alight, and he becomes tender so quickly that he tugs at your arm gently, prompting you down for a kiss. When your chest presses against his, he relishes in the warmth, taking the new angle in stride as he plants his feet on the mattress and begins thrusting into you, deep and slow. The sound you make makes his chest feel warm, makes him let out a soft, breathy chuckle as a smile graces his lips. His eyes are half lidded, and so are yours, cheeks reddened, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He knows you don't like how you flush, but he loves it. Physical evidence of your arousal, of what he is doing to you. When his lips meet yours, he gently bites at your lower lip, and it prompts you to kiss him harder, forcing his head back down against the pillow. He could do this forever. Cock sliding in and out of you, pleasure thrumming mutually between you both, unrushed and full of love.
