You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

12.) stargazing

"Pull it out of park, put it in drive

I can feel your heart beating with mine

Underneath the stars, looking for a sign

Glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines

Made it pretty far on the first try

Might've set the bar a little too high, yeah

Started with a spark, now we're on fire"- Stargazing, the Neighbourhood

Content warning: 18+

Sexual acts and light bdsm

Anna

I'd never felt anything akin to the way Spencer's lips felt before. He had struck a match that set me ablaze, and I wanted to burn for him, letting the embers smolder beneath my skin as I burst into flames.

We tripped and toppled over each other and fell against his bed in a mess of limbs, his body above mine. He looked at me like a starving man, eyes and hands equally hungry as he licked his full lips; and I was ready for him to devour me whole. I kicked off my boots, letting them hit he floor as he pushed my skirt up to my hips, hooking his long fingers in the waistband of my tights. He yanked them down in one fluid motion and pushed them off of my feet gently. I didn't even have time to feel self conscious because his mouth was back on my jaw, down my throat, a tantalizing journey to my collarbones, his hands ghosting over my breasts.

Butterflies danced in my stomach.

"Spencer," I gasped, gnarling one hand in his hair while the other the bedsheets beneath me as his log fingers trailed along my inner thigh. His movements were so gentle, fingers barely grazing my skin and I neededmore.

A laugh came from his lips, almost mockingly. "What, baby?" He looked down at me, one hand stroking the hair from my face as I gazed up at him. The other traced the white lace trim of my panties.

"Please."

A devious grin spread over his face. "Use your words, little one. What do you want?"

"I want you, Spencer," I squirmed as his fingers trailed from the top of my mound down my sex. Our bodies moved in tandem, knowing each other's movements before it happened, like they had always belonged together. A low laugh came from his throat; dark and hoarse as he found how damp my panties had gotten. I wore my innocence and fear and lust on my sleeves, waiting for him to undress.

"What do you want from me, pretty girl?" He loved every moment of toying with me, and I would gladly let him. I knew he had searched for a semblance of control of his own life, and I wanted to give him that and more. He had me in the palm of his hand, and there wasn't a place in the universe I would rather be. "You want me to touch you? To ruin you?" His thumb pressed against my clit, so incredibly hard, to emphasize his words. I let out a broken cry as his other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his electrifying gaze, pupils dilated. "Because I want to fucking destroy you, break you down until you're a quivering, little mess beneath me, sweetheart." His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and like my tights, fell onto the floor. "It looks like I've already succeeded."

"Please, yes, please," I begged, unraveling in his touch.

"Spread your legs, angel," he ordered and smiled when I listened to his command. "So obedient, good girl," his praise made my heart soar.

He ran his fingers over my sex delicately, so sweetly like I was fragile as one of the peony blossoms he had sent me. He parted my folds, his index finger pressing against my clitoris. He watched me as if I were a chemical reaction in a chemistry lab; sparkling and bubbling to the surface.