Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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"Spencer Reid!" I laugh turning around to look at him in surprise. He gives me the most adorable goofy grin.
"My hand just slipped" He shrugs.
"Yeah...your hand just happened to slip and leave paint all over my ass?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Exactly" His grin becoming bigger, his dimples making themselves known.
I take a step closer to him before I take my brush leaving a paint streak down his arm. His mouth agape. "That's how you want to play this?" He questions bending down to get paint on his finger before standing back up and brushing it on the tip of my nose.
We quickly become a tangle of paint brushes and hands, our bodies covered in streaks of paint. So much for painting our library.....Spences arm wraps around my waist pulling me in his eyes traveling down to stare at my lips before he quickly closes the space between us. My arms wrap around his neck pulling him in, deepening our kiss. His tongue stroking mine like a chess match.
We don't waste anytime undressing one another, Spence lifting me up as my ankles lock at the small of his back while he presses me up against the half painted wall. A whimper leaves my lips when he thrust deeply inside me. One of his hands supporting my body against his as the other rest on the wall.
Our library fills with my breathy pants his mouth leaving a trail of bites and kisses on my neck while he keeps his slow torturous pace. My hands play with his hair, it's getting longer....becoming a bit shaggy. Gives me something to grip when he rolls his hips just like that. My moans fill the room as his pace becomes wild....
That familiar building in the pit of my stomach starts to crest over the peak ready to slam into me in blissful ecstasy. My legs start to tremble as my eyes flutter shut.
"Look at me Sunny." He demands in a raspy voice. My eyes snap open to meet his heated gaze. "Good girl."
The tangled Christmas lights in the pit of my stomach blows their fuze at his words as I ride the explosion of my orgasam. He crashes his lips onto mine devouring me as he tries to keep his pace steady, rolling his hips into me. My body feels light as a feather, every nerve ending tingles.
He moves his hand off the wall in between us as he circles my clit with his fingers. My entire body feeling overwhelmed at the feeling. "Spence..." I whimper. He continues his pace with his fingers and his thrust getting into a perfect rhythm. My body was still trying to come down from my orgasam.
"Spence...I can't...not again." I try to tell him.
"Yes you can baby, I'm so proud of you." He reassures me.
Jesus what fucking book of mine is he reading now.....I don't think I can mentally handle Spence talking me through sex. I'm already a horny mess when he rambles facts and statistics....but this....I'm about to see God for real.
