You and I (Don't Let Go) | Grey's Anatomy x Criminal Minds

Chapter Eight

Spencer made very quick work of Ivy's jeans, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her eagerness as she helped him in shuffling them down.

He threw them behind him, not caring where they landed, focusing on the beautiful woman laid out before him. Leaning forward, his hands trailed up her thighs to the waistband of her lacy wine coloured panties (he wondered if she had thought about him taking them off tonight when she put them on earlier). He played with the hem of them, but didn't pull them off her like he did with her jeans.

He took a page out of her book and began gently kissing along the waistline of her panties, but didn't do anything to relieve the need building up between her thighs.

Ivy huffed out a breathless laugh. "Oh how the tables have turned."

Spencer paused only long enough to smirk at her.

Ivy whimpered when he nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, her core clenching in anticipation. "I'm not gonna beg," she said, stubbornly.

He smiled, deceivingly angelic. "I'm not going to make you, baby."

Ivy's body subtly sagged in relief, until he uttered his next words.

"Not tonight, anyways."

He didn't give Ivy room to respond before he was pulling her underwear down her legs, and spreading her thighs wide. With no preamble, he brought his fingers up to her core, his middle finger sliding in with barely any resistance.

She squirmed on the couch, hips canted up towards him silently asking for more. He obliged easily, using his mouth and tongue on her in a way that drove her insane.

He added another finger, working them in and out of her at a torturous pace. She brought her hand down to Spencer's curls, threading her fingers through them. Her grip was tight enough for Spencer to get the hint, but not to actually cause any pain.

His pace increased, motivated by the moans tumbling out of Ivy's mouth. His other, unoccupied hand ran up her torso underneath her top, and Ivy arched her back into his touch.

Spencer did something with his tongue that made Ivy shout in pleasure, and as she grinded her core into his face, Spencer couldn't help but groan.

"You're gonna ride my face, Ivy?"

"Please, Spence, god, you feel so good," Ivy whined.

Spencer smirked. "Yeah? Are you gonna come for me?"

Ivy was lost for words, instead choosing to tighten her hand in his hair, doing exactly what he had asked her to. Her hips moved back and forth faster, and he met her enthusiasm easily. He squeezed her breast, the sensations combined were enough to send Ivy over the edge.

She climaxed with his name on her lips, sending a bolt of satisfaction and lust right through Spencer's chest.

Ivy relaxed back into the couch, basically boneless, with a happy sigh. Ignoring his own need (his erection had come back in full force), Spencer placed a delicate kiss on her hip before retrieving her underwear from wherever they had ended up. He grabbed his own as well, not bothering to put on any more clothing before he gently slipped the lacy material gently up Ivy's still-trembling legs.

She squirmed a little as the fabric came into contact with her still sensitive core, but instead of saying anything she laid down fully on the couch and opened her arms to him. Spencer took the hint and joined her on the couch, but not before meeting her lips for a sweet kiss, slightly ironic considering their previous activities.