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

19.) Nervous

"Last year I fell flat on my face
And last month I knew somethin' should change
Last week I started over again
Ask me and I'll tell you how I've been
Mm, don't get me started

You've got me nervous to speak
So I just won't say anything at all
I've got an urge to release
And you keep telling me to hold on
You've got me nervous to move
So I just won't give anything to you
You got me turning all around to be who you need me to"- Nervous, the Neighbourhood

Spencer

There was nothing easier than being with Anna. Breathing was a challenge compared to how natural it felt to have her beside me.

"You didn't make dessert," I said, playing with Anna's hair as she curled up to my lap on her couch. "But I can think of something else sweet that I've been craving."

Her body tensed, and pink filled her face. Her voice squeaked, "oh, that was smooth."

I smiled at her, twisting a lock of brown hair around my index finger, lips on her temple and down the curve of her high cheekbone. "You're so cute, sweetheart." Cute was just about her action; beautiful, ethereal and enchanting were better adjectives to describe my angel. In the glow of the red and pink candles she had lit on the coffee table, she looked devastating and breathtaking.

I began my descent slowly; kissing her earlobes, sinking my teeth into the warm flesh of her jugular, admiring how hard and fast her heart beat beneath them. My hands pushed open her bathrobe and palmed her supple breasts,fingers brushing over her nipples, making her gasp as I rolled them between my thumb and index finger. My peony was in full bloom, and I longed to taste her sweet nectar.

"Spencer," she ran her fingers through my hair, breath caught in her throat.

I pulled her nipple into my mouth, taking it gently between my teeth while still playing with the other. She whimpered at the stimulation, and her skin was sweet and warm in my mouth.

She squirmed beneath me, trying to push my hand in between her legs, hips bucking against me. When I pulled back to stare at her, I ran my hand over her flush face gently, admiring the mess I'd made of her. "So eager, I promise, I'll make it worth your wait. Behave, little one, or I'll just have to make you."

Her eyes met mine, starry and full of lust that looked too good on her. "Well when you say it like that..." her voice trailed.

"What does it do to you, baby? Does it turn you on?" I kissed her throat again. "Does it make your little pussy ache with need?" My lips were at her ear. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Y-yes," she trembled, looking adorable bashful and flustered.

"Yes what?"

"Are you gonna make me say it?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Now, be a good girl for me."

Anna

Butterflies danced deep in my stomach as he spoke, or perhaps it was a fire ignited inside of me. I wasn't sure what the best description was, and I was too caught up in him to care.

The arrogance in his voice had been far too charming, like a beckoning force that I couldn't disobey. I wanted to please him so badly, like I was put on this earth solely for his pleasure.

I shut my eyes, "yes, i-it makes my pussy ache."

"Good girl," he placed a rather chaste and sweet kiss on my forehead; god I loved when he did that. He trailed his finger down the center of my chest, down my stomach to the waist band of my pajamas. He hooked his knuckles within the waistband and yanked them down to my ankles. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he said, crouching in front of me as I parted my legs. His fingers ghosted my inner thighs and slowly moved to place soft kisses against them. I could feel his stubble against my skin and his hot breath fan out against my sex. I moaned as his fingers parted my folds, dipping his finger into the wetness collected at my center before dragging it up to my clitoris. It was enough to make me squirm against him and let out a soft whimper as he rubbed soft circles against my sensitive flesh.