I'm Such a Fool For You

yearning hearts

warnings: smut (no condom sex, fingering, oral - female receiving), a little bit of anxiety but it all ends well! so also a bit of fluff!

His head tilted back in sheer bliss as waves of pleasure washed over him.

His dick throbbed painfully hard with each slap against her pussy, sending shudders of pleasure through his entire body. Her eyes dilated, gasping now, barely able to restrain herself. She maintained a steady pace, allowing him to lay beneath her with his hands on her thighs, while she gripped his waist for support.

Brittany bounced on his dick, her senses heightened by the alcohol coursing through her veins. Euphoric bliss enveloped her, causing her to close her eyes tightly as tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Silent screams of ecstasy forced her jaw open, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

With a loud groan, Spencer's stomach tightened as he climaxed inside of her, triggering her own orgasm in response. They both spiraled into a blissful high of pure ecstasy, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

Brittany continued to move, prolonging their shared euphoria.

As she finally slowed down and leaned in to kiss him before quickly standing up and disappearing into the bathroom, Spencer felt a pang of longing wash over him.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He longed to hold her close, to revel in the intimacy they had just shared.

Yet, as he lay there alone, he couldn't shake off the nagging question that lingered in his mind—did Brittany not want him to hold her?

This wasn't the first time Spencer had noticed Brittany's reluctance to engage in post-coital cuddling. While he understood that everyone had their own preferences when it came to physical affection, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it.

As he pondered over their dynamic, another thought crept into Spencer's mind—Brittany always seemed to take charge in their relationship. From initiating intimacy to making plans, she exuded confidence and assertiveness in everything she did. And while Spencer admired her independence, a part of him couldn't help but feel like he should be doing more.

Was he not attentive enough? Did Brittany feel like he wasn't pulling his weight in their relationship?

These thoughts gnawed at Spencer, filling him with a sense of unease and self-doubt.

When Brittany returned to the room, Spencer couldn't help but notice the way she moved with purpose, her confidence shining through even in the dim light.

"Is everything okay?" Brittany asked, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied Spencer's troubled expression.

"Yeah," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual confidence, betraying the turmoil swirling within him.

"Spencer... come on. Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" Brittany's eyes searched his face, searching for any hint of what might be bothering him.

"No, you're perfect," he assured her, though his words seemed to hang in the air with uncertainty.

Brittany draped her robe around her shoulders, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled beside him, her eyes never leaving his troubled gaze.

He sighed, knowing she wouldn't let it go. "I... I can't help but wonder... um... do you not want me to hold you...?"

Spencer's voice trailed off, his words heavy with unspoken uncertainty as he broached the delicate subject. He could feel Brittany's eyes on him, searching his face for any hint of what might be bothering him.