Chapter 36: Smut Warning

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Mia
Arabella followed through when she said she would make dinner interesting. She told my parents shockingly weird stories about her college experiences. My father apologized to Spencer for punching him then we continued like it was another dinner we would have with Spencer over during high school. After that the days just flew by, the day I spent with my besties was here and over before I knew it. Girls' day was amazing though. We had a college reunion together by taking a road trip to Yellowstone National Park. Before I knew it, it was time for Spencer and I to go home. Currently I'm at my apartment cuddling Arpeggio on my bed. Hotch told me that since Spencer and I got back on a Thursday, that I can come back to work on Monday. Today is Friday and this break off from work is going extremely slow. Thankfully I wasn't seriously injured in Daniel's basement. I was just aggressively injected with some form of general anesthesia, so I would be asleep which is less trouble than keeping me awake. Other than a few scrapes and bruises I'm physically fine. Mentally is a whole other story. I barely slept without thinking about Daniel and his creepy basement and for the brief moments I did sleep I woke up either crying or screaming. Spencer would come every night to bring me dinner and remind me that Daniel is dead, but I keep expecting him to take me again for revenge.
~Time Skip~
I sigh as I close my book that I just finished. The book that I spent 2 straight hours reading was a romance novel and it left me extremely hot and bothered. Usually I'm alone when I'm reading books like this one, but Spencer came over to comfort me because I was having an anxiety attack. Spencer came over with a few books, so we got comfortable on my bed to read. I turn my attention to Spencer who is on his third book of the evening. I watch his eyes dart back and forth, going line by line. My eyes travel down his face, to his chest and I watch his even breathing.
I want his breathing to be fast and uneven ; trying to catch his breath..
My eyes move to his tempting lips
I want to kiss his pink, sexy lips........
I pounce on Spencer's lap and straddle him; he is startled and drops his book.
"Why are you so perfect?" I whine as I attack his lips.
Spencer finally recovers from shock and matches his lip movement with mine. We break the kiss to catch our breaths.
"I don't know what has got into you, but I love it." Spencer says, his hands traveling up and down my sides.
I start to unbutton his shirt as I inform Spencer, "You can blame my book."
Once Spencer's shirt is off, he busies himself with taking my shirt and bra off. He kisses and sucks on my neck; I moan in response to the sensation which encourages him to move down to my chest. I feel his member grow hard between my legs, so I grind my hips on him.
"Mmhh lift up so I can take your shorts and panties off." Spencer requests in a raspy voice.
We both take a few seconds to fully undress, then continue to our previous foreplay. I move up to be more on Spencer's lower abdomen, so my hand can grab his member. Spencer groans in response to my touch. I stroke and pump him, each time going faster causing him to sweat.
"Now it's my turn," Spencer flips us over, so I'm on the bottom.
Without warning he inserts his index finger inside of me. I pull Spencer closer to my lips to kiss him. I squirm and moan as he inserts another finger. Spencer and I's lips fit together perfectly and our tongues fight for dominance. I feel my walls tighten against Spencer's fingers. When he pulls his fingers out I whimper at the feeling of my throbbing core.
"Are you sure?" Spencer asks as he aligns his member to my entrance.
I giggle, "I'm always sure when I'm with you."
Spencer smiles and enters me, but gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he thrusts into me. I let out a deep moan and grab the bed sheets. Spencer grabs the headboard to steady himself, so he has more control over the power of his thrusts.
Thank you birth control for not letting me have to worry during moments like this.

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