Keep Holding On

chapter 12

a/n: smut (fingering, handjob)

Molly and Spencer were heading to a celebratory dinner at Rossi's house. The case the team had just been working on had concluded exceptionally successfully, and the team was gathering to share in the victory.

Molly had to quickly gather herself after a long day at work. It was Friday, and she needed to be swift yet thorough. 

Spencer had just arrived, eager to spend time with her after being away on a case once again. 

He insisted he could wait as Molly was getting ready. She, appreciating his patience and the thoughtfulness behind his presence, smiled and kissed him.

He watched her run around the apartment practically naked, a spark of excitement appeared in his eyes and his pants. 

Spencer suggested they could be late. 

Molly, with a smile, reminded him that he was never late, and she hated being late too. 

Spencer, still trying to persuade her, insisted that no one would mind.

Entering the bathroom, he continued to watch Molly as she showered. 

She playfully told him to stop staring, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. "You're just so beautiful," Spencer admitted, his words filled with admiration for the woman he found captivating in every way possible.

"Molly, please, can I join in? I missed you. I want to make you feel good. We can be a few minutes late," Spencer pleaded, desire evident in his eyes. 

Molly, considering the proposition, responded with a teasing smile, "Maybe when we come back."

Spencer, not ready to give up, pleaded once again, and this time Molly gave in. "But you have to be quick," she said. "Leave your clothes in the bedroom so they won't get wet!"

Spencer wasted no time, a smile playing on his lips as he quickly discarded his clothes. With eagerness, he joined Molly under the shower, the water cascading around them.

He cupped her face and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. His lips, soft and pink, met hers with a hunger that intensified as she made a sound that only fueled his desire further.

As he delicately slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing hers, she responded by placing her hand on his waist, drawing him closer.

He gently pulled away and turned her around, his hands exploring every inch of her skin within reach. His kisses traced a path down her neck and shoulders, igniting sensations that stirred a growing desire between them.

She responded by placing her hands behind her, searching for his dick. She stroked his shaft slowly putting more pressure into her touch. He gasped and moaned into her ear as he found her center.

Molly took a breath. She could feel how wet she was, she could feel her body burning, she could feel herself already trying to clench around nothing. Without any preamble she felt two fingers shoved roughly into her as his thumb found and pressed against her clit.

"So wet." Spencer's thumb wiggled side to side with just a bit of pressure. Her eyes squeezed tight and a cry came from her throat as her body jerked against his hand.

He pressed two fingers into her again slowly working them at an easy pace. She felt her head roll. The sudden sharp bite on her neck made her gasp but also made her clench down around Spencer's fingers. 

She felt him chuckle and he began to work her nipple with long fingers.

He slipped in a third before pulling them out of her pussy and spreading her wetness across her thighs.