I'm Such a Fool For You

friends & flames

warnings: smut (no condom), pregnancy scare?

He wanted to worship her, and he found himself in the perfect position to do so. With his face nestled in the crook of her neck, he breathed her in, savoring her scent.

Slowly, he sank himself inside of her, marveling at how good she felt. She was so wet, so ready, that he wanted to climax right then and there, even though he wasn't halfway inside of her yet.

Her moans of pleasure only fueled his desire.

Taking his time, he continued to ease himself into her, relishing every sensation and every sound that escaped her lips. He delighted in the slow pace, wanting to savor every moment of their intimacy.

"You're so wet," he groaned into her ear, his voice thick with desire. Though he wished he could see her face more clearly, the position they were in was too comfortable to abandon. Besides, the new angle seemed to bring her undeniable pleasure, as evidenced by her whimpering.

Her hands gripped the headboard as he held her waist, their bodies pressed together as they moved in unison.

Her back was pressed against his chest. Both on their knees, their bodies melded seamlessly, every movement driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As she relinquished her grip on the headboard, she leaned further into him, seeking solace and support in his embrace. His arm around her waist provided a reassuring anchor, grounding her as they soared together in the tapestry of passion.

"Please rub my clit," she uttered, her voice a breathy whisper filled with longing.

Her bold request took him by surprise, but he eagerly complied.

Without a word, he moved his hand down between her thighs, his fingers finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. With deliberate motions, he began to rub, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She arched her back, pressing herself against him as he held her close.

Gasping and grasping at each other's bodies, they lost themselves in the pleasure of their union. She released her hold on the headboard, instead squeezing his arm around her waist, holding on to him.

He continued thrusting inside her, his movements becoming more urgent as they both neared the peak of their passion.

Her soft whimper and the way she clung to his arms only fueled his desire further. He welcomed the sensation of her nails digging into his skin.

As she moaned his name, he responded by picking up the pace, his movements becoming more frenzied. He could feel her tightening around him, her arousal reaching its peak. Her gasps and whimpers spurred him on, driving him to push her closer to the brink of release.

"Spencer..." Her voice was filled with longing as she moved her hips in sync with his, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm close... I-I'm close," she whimpered, her back arching in pleasure.

"I'm close too," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

The sensation of her firm, round ass pressed against him was sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

With each deep thrust, he felt her cries of pleasure reverberating through him, driving him to push himself further. She was trembling against him, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her essence staining the sheets beneath them.

His hand resumed its gentle ministrations on her clit, drawing out even more cries of pleasure from her as he continued to drive into her relentlessly. Placing his other hand on her stomach, he steadied her, ensuring she stayed in place.