Keep Holding On

chapter 41

warnings: smut (as always!) 

As they stepped into the elevator, the air crackled with anticipation, their fingers intertwined as they exchanged knowing glances. The ride to their hotel room felt agonizingly slow, each passing floor heightening their desire.

Finally, the elevator doors slid open, and they practically bolted down the hallway to their room. Spencer fumbled with the keycard, his hands shaking with excitement, until finally, the door swung open with a soft click.

As soon as they were inside, their lips crashed together in a fervent kiss, hungry and eager. Molly's hands roamed over Spencer's body, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt as she yearned to feel his skin against hers. She couldn't help but groan in frustration at the layers of clothing that stood between them, slowing their progress.

Spencer mirrored her impatience, his own fingers working frantically to rid Molly of her garments. He trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone, his lips burning a searing trail of desire wherever they touched.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they stood before each other, stripped bare and consumed by raw need. Spencer's hands found the curve of Molly's waist, pulling her close as their bodies molded together in a frenzy of desire.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as they sought to quench the flames that raged between them. Every touch, every caress, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through their veins, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

And as they tumbled onto the bed, their bodies tangled in a passionate embrace.

He positioned her in the middle of the bed, dropping down to bury his face between her legs. He went slow and at first Molly thought that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him now, wanted to come apart with his dick inside of her and his arms around her.

But he ignored her moans and hair-tugging and slowly built her up until she was shivering and gasping, riding that fine edge. Her hands found his, and he laced his fingers into hers, gripping tight. He flicked his tongue around her clit before he attached his mouth to her and sucked.

She arched her back and only a few of his skillful movements were enough to make her unravel.

He waited for her to come down before crawling up her body and kissing her again, sinking his hands into her hair. She loved it when he kissed her like this, like he couldn't get enough of her, like he needed her more than he needed to breathe.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled him on top of her, and he settled between her legs.

He was so hard, and his body was so warm and heavy on top of hers, and she loved him more than anything else in the world. "Spencer..." she breathed when he slipped inside of her.

He moaned, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and sliding his other hand to the small of her back. "Molly..."

It was slow, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He was hers, irrevocably hers, and she was his, and she tried to tell him that with every move of her hips against his, with her sighs and gasps, with her fingers gripping his strong back, with every inch of her body.

He was just the right height so that his face was almost even with hers, just a little higher, and it made this position devastatingly intimate. He gazed down at her as he moved inside of her, rocking his hips exactly how she needed it, and she could feel another orgasm building deep inside.

She stroked his back, wishing she could hold him even closer even though their bodies were pressed together as close as they could get without sinking into each other's skin.

She wanted to throw her head back when she came, but he was watching her so intensely that she couldn't look away.

Instead, she bit her bottom lip and whimpered, caught under his gaze, her fingers gripping his back and her legs locked around his rolling hips. "Spencer," she gasped when a second burst of pleasure took her by surprise. "Fuck!"

Groaning, he held her tighter, and his thrusts were a little faster, a little harder. He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue and nipping at her bottom lip, and he broke away from the kiss to gasp for breath. "Molly," he rumbled, resting his forehead against hers. "Molly... I love you..."

She brought one hand up to cup his jaw, drawing him back into a kiss. Bracing her heels against the backs of his thighs, she moved with him, taking him in deep and working him inside of her until he was shaking in her arms, his thrusts jerky and uneven.

Spencer shouted out against her lips when he came, a wordless cry that made her shiver with pleasure.

She loved it when he lost control, lost himself in her, loved the way his brow drew together and his body shuddered against hers. She loved him more than anything in the world. He was hers, and she was his.

After a while, his face still buried in her neck, Spencer pulled himself up slightly to kiss her.

His lips met hers in a tender embrace, and he kept kissing her, the passion between them reigniting with each touch. Eventually, Spencer rolled over onto his back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"Molly," he said softly, turning his head to look at her. "We got married today."

Molly's heart swelled with happiness. She turned to him, a smile spreading across her face. "We did," she murmured, reaching out to intertwine her fingers with his.

Spencer gazed at her with a mixture of love and adoration, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. "I can't believe it," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "I'm married to the most incredible woman in the world."

Molly's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words. She leaned in to kiss him again, their lips meeting in a sweet and tender moment. "And I'm married to the most incredible man," she replied, her voice filled with love.

They lay there together, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the blissful moment of being husband and wife.