period sex w spencer!!! yep
spencer reid x fem!reader period sex
18+ (smut)
ngl this was supposed to be short and sweet like my other ask requests have been, but i wanted it to have a more poetic vibe? so it somehow became 7000 words. i hope u still like!! also i named the docs file 'girl in red' and thought that was funny and wanted to share lolz
Spencer thinks absolutely nothing of the prospect of having sex with her when sheâs on her period; itâs just a natural bodily function. Heâs entirely unaffected.Â
Theyâre lying on his couch, evening light dispersing through the curtains and painting everything a soft golden. Lying horizontally and facing each other, faint conversations turned into soft kisses that tumbled into something sensual.Â
Her fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to her. His hand raises to rest on her cheek, angling her neck upwards to grant him easier access to her.
Their tongues tangle and slide together; the moist sound blends with their quiet sighs. The documentary on his TV has long been muted.
His hand trails down her arm, leaving sparks under her skin in its wake. His palm lands on her hip and firmly tugs her lower half closer to his. The feeling of his growing arousal is present against her thigh: thick and warm.
âIâm on my period,â she warns him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist.Â
âYes?â he already knows this. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didnât have her cycle memorized? He knows exactly when to estimate the start of her menstruation, and can feel the tension increase in her body in the preceding days. How else would he keep her favorite ice cream stocked in his freezer for her to delight in?
âSo, we canât.â
âWell, we can,â he smirks, âbut not if you donât want to.â His eyes are intensely earnest.
âI always want to, but what about the mess?â Her gaze meets his, and she looks so unassuming and adorable; he needs her so badly.
âLet me worry about that.â
As he presses his lips to her neck, âorgasms can help alleviate your cramps. The hormones released after are natural painkillers.â
Heâs the only person who can extract her thoughts from her head simply by being close to her; he knows this. Heâs turned her stiff body into putty, and sheâs on her way to being a liquid for him. Her eyes flutter shut, and she exposes her throat for his access, instinctively.
As his lips part and he starts to draw in her skin, âOh- okay⌠Wait, I need to go to the bathroom andâŚâ she gestures at her pelvis while biting on the inside of her cheek.Â
His lips twitch into a smile, âOf course, baby, Iâll get us set up on the bed.â Heâs so amorous for her that he wouldâve worked around a pad or removed a tampon for her without question. He has to suppress a laugh at his own desperation.Â
She tentatively untagles her limbs from his and rises from the couch to scamper into the bathroom.
After she leaves, he rolls onto his back and gazes at the ceiling, trying to pull himself together. Heâs always eager to be intimate with her, but the anticipation of getting to see her during such a private epoch has his mind reeling. He thought heâd be impervious when the thought first occurred to him, but as the idea settles in, eagerness begins to hum under his skin.Â
His most beloved part of making love to her is getting to see the proof of their arousal on their skin. When theyâre glistening with juices, sweat, and spit, he can barely contain himself. She has the ability to turn him into a person that he didnât know he could be. His carnal desires transform into something almost animalistic, just for her.
Eventually, he rises from the sofa and gathers a large towel, a glass of water, and her favorite chocolate bar to bring into his bedroom. He assembles each piece with careful precision. The towel is layered over his bedsheets, and the water and chocolate get placed on the nightstand.
He takes pride in his penchant for taking care of her and foreseeing her needs. Like a scout, he needs to be prepared for anything: if she gets light-headed or changes her mind.
He strips down to his boxers and settles onto the edge of the bed as she emerges from the bathroom. Gaze slowly descending her body, taking in the sight of her clad in just her black bra and matching underwear, his breath catches in his throat. As she tangles her fingers in front of her stomach, he rises from the mattress and extends his hand toward her.Â
âCâmere, baby.â
Palms settling on her hips as he draws her in, their bodies connect like moths to a flame. His thumbs rub soothing circles on her skin, relieving the pressure she carries there. His touches always unravel her.
âHi,â she whispers, coyly.
âHey, beautiful.â
He lowers his head to nuzzle his nose against hers. His breath fans in soft streams against her face. Her eyes close intuitively, and she angles her neck upward. She feels like candlewax melting near an open flame.Â
Finally, their lips meet again. The way he tugs her body towards his is reminiscent of the way he did so on the couch, but this time, they meet core to core. The soft, warm heat of him at her lower stomach mitigates the deep tightening thatâs lived there for days.Â
Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces: delicate, but firm. Theyâre still damp from their earlier ministrations on the couch. He gently pulls her upper lip between his. The kiss is soft and velvety, and it perfectly toes the line of being exactly what they need and not enough.Â
He leaves a hand on her hipbone and brings his other to rest on her cheek, expertly tilting her head backward to deepen their kiss. Tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, her hands rise to find purchase on his chest.Â
The hand on her hip circles around to her ass, and his gentle squeeze allows a soft gasp to escape her. A knowing smirk rises on his lips as they turn upward against hers. He knows exactly how to reduce her to warmth and instinct, and he revels in that feeling.
Her parted mouth allows him to properly slide his tongue against hers. For a moment, she forgets where they are and whatâs occurring in her panties. All she can feel, smell, and touch is him.Â
He knows this; heâs felt all of the tension unravel in her body, so he seizes the opportunity to rotate their bodies so the backs of her legs make contact with the mattress.Â
He regretfully separates from their kiss, resting his forehead against hers. âAre you sure?â
It reminds her of their very first time together. His earnestness is familiar in the sense that he gives it to her constantly, but right now it feels different. It feels deeper and heavier.
She nods her head and hopes sheâs conveying her genuine sincerity in her eyes, âIâm sure.â
Thereâs a thrill in knowing that they still have milestones to discover together. They both hope that the list never ends. They intend to spend the rest of their lives learning and relearning how to make the other tick.Â
He flattens her onto the bed, on top of the soft towel he placed before. The stiff, bone-deep ache in her spine dissipates as she settles into the mattress. Sheâs surrounded by softness; his skin presses into her front, and her back is cushioned by the plush towel.
Positioned on top of her with a knee between her thighs, he leans over her. He curls an arm around her head as he leans in to slot their lips together again. Heâs less patient than he was previously, and he wastes minimal time before slipping his tongue back into her mouth.Â
His other arm grazes her upper arm and shoulder-blade, and he sensually slides her bra strap down. She knowingly arches her back so he can reach under her to unclasp it. Heâs done this for her so many times before that heâs able to unfasten it with one hand, and without his mouth faltering on hers.Â
She sighs in relief as the restrictive fabric loosens, and he pulls the article off her body before tossing it to the floor. His lips trail from the corner of her mouth to her jaw, cascading down her neck. His mouth is moist with a mixture of their saliva.Â
As his hand cups her newly exposed breast, a timid moan escapes her. Sheâs always so reactive and sensitive to his touch, but right now her body is on fire for him. She feels heavy and full in his hand. He softly squeezes her as he sucks a mark on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder.Â
âSpenceâŚâ she emits during a long exhale.
âI know, baby, let me take care of you.â
His thumb brushes around the edge of her nipple, easing her into his ministrations. He continues the descent of his mouth down her chest, kissing and leaving pink marks on her skin.Â
He tends to her dense breasts reverently. He uses both hands to squeeze the fullness of them, lightly skimming circles on her nipples. The relief she feels is already euphoric, and he hasnât even touched her where sheâs aching and pulsing for him.Â
The knee between her thighs drifts closer to her damp, aching core. She just barely feels the ghost of his kneecap against the apex of her inner thighs. Rutting her hip downward towards him, she feels pleasantly dizzy and canât control the tilt of her head against the pillow or the air that escapes her lungs.
Sheâs so sensitive, itâs like he has direct access to her nerve endings. When he flattens his tongue over her nipple, she gasps and arches her back sharply. He rolls her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger ever so slightly, before alternating his touches.Â
He retreats from her just enough to see his saliva glistening around her areolas and bites his lower lip in pleasure at the sight. The curve of her breasts is slightly swollen from her menstruation, and he feels so fortunate to have this access to her.
He returns his lips to hers and lightly caresses one hand down her arm to her hipbone. His other hand comfortingly strokes her hair. Heâs being so soft and gentle with her, like her skin is glass.Â
His thumb rests on the skin of her hipline, and his palm feels warm and firm. He lets his thumb brush underneath the elastic of her waistband, and he slowly eases his hand inside of her panties. His body shifts to create easier access to her.
She separates her thighs and pushes her hips upward as a means of telling him where she needs him. Her arms rise to cup his face with her hands, pulling him even closer to her.Â
His palm slides down her center, and he dips his middle finger into the wetness that has accumulated at her core.Â
âOh, baby.â He whispers against her lips. Sheâs completely drenched in a mixture of blood and arousal. She feels so warm and so so wet; heâs enraptured by the feeling. A low keening noise emits from low in her throat.
His finger glides with ease through and around her folds. When the tip of it grazes her clit, her hips jerk involuntarily. She feels so sensitive and vulnerable. She feels charged and heightened, like a livewire. He maintains eye contact with her as his finger enters her slick hole. He can feel the heat emanating from her. She feels like soft, silken sheets in the summertime.Â
He leisurely pumps his fingers, and they can both hear the squelching noise of her moisture. Itâs already so lewd. Sheâs soaked down to her inner thighs.
He studies her face as he easily inserts a second finger alongside his first. Thereâs barely any stretch, and her hole pulls his fingers deeper on its own accord. A gravelly moan escapes her against her will.
His fingers seem to be reaching the low and constant ache that resides deep inside of her. Each pump of his fingers chips away at it, while introducing a new, more pleasant pressure for her to focus on.
He curves his fingers to stroke her most sensitive spot with each thrust. Her hands shift to his neck, pulling him against her so she can bury her face in his chest. Her deep moans reverberate against his skin.Â
He wants to tell her how badly he needs to be inside of her, but he doesnât want to pressure her. He wants to give her space to change her mind, if she wants.Â
Itâs all he can think about, though, as her drenched, silky pussy envelopes his hand. He can barely wait to get his cock wrapped in her tight, warm, wet heat. If he were a lesser man, heâd pull her panties down right now.
As he continues fingering her, her nipples feel electric as they pleasantly press against his chest. The smell of him travels up her nostrils and seems to blanket her brain. He smells crisp of cedar and coffee.
He raises his thumb to roll over her clit, and her body shudders against his.Â
âOh, fuck, Spence,â she whines.
âYeah, baby? Howâs that feel?â
âSo good, Spence. I need you inside me.â
âI will, baby. Just relax for me, I wanna make you cum before I do.â He leans down to kiss her again, sensually sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Her moans vibrate between his lips and onto his tongue. He tangles a hand in her hair, not pulling, just holding her.Â
As he gradually increases the speed and pressure of his fingers, the squishing noise between her thighs grows louder.Â
A low moan escapes him as she clenches around his fingers. Her thighs tremble, and her jaw goes slack against his. Soft whimpers enter his mouth, and her back arches slightly off the bed.
âThere you goâŚâ He mutters as he watches her head tilt back, and her eyes squeeze shut.
She feels the white-hot pleasure of her orgasm rolling through her. She feels like a struck match thatâs slowly burning down to nothing. Sparks glow behind her eyelids.
Spencer continues the movements of his fingers until her thighs start to close around his hand and her hips squirm away from him. He then removes his hand from her panties and rests it back on her hip. His fingers are warm and wet and sticky on her skin.
Sheâs completely breathless, and as she opens her eyes, her vision is blurred at the edges.
He litters kisses down her neck, to her chest, and back to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples back into his mouth. Her hands tangle in his hair to attempt to pull his mouth back to hers, but he groans in pleasure at the feeling of her touch and maintains his hovering position over her tits.
He lets a slow string of spit fall from his lips and land on her red, swollen nipple. She whines as it makes contact with her overworked skin. He watches as his saliva settles into her skin with a focused gaze.
He lets his gaze fall to his messy fingers, and his brain short-circuits when he sees the proof of her stained all over them. Underneath them, her hip is red with his fingerprints.Â
He loses himself in the sight of it, and she starts fearing that heâs disgusted by what he sees.Â
âSpence? Do you still⌠want to?âÂ
His head snaps back to her face, where he finds her worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, and a soft crease has formed between her eyebrows.Â
He uses his dry hand to pull at her bottom lip, and it forms into a pout. He kisses the crease between her brows and softly grinds his hips against her outer thigh.
âYes, baby, I absolutely still want to.âÂ
She feels the proof of his statement in the warm, hard pressure against her leg and sighs in relief. He maintains eye contact with her as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sexily licking them clean of her blood and arousal.
Her jaw slackens in shock at the sight of him like this, and his eyes close in pleasure as he tastes her. She tastes both familiar and entirely new. He then winks at her. Her concerns regarding his desires fall away.Â
His fingers remain somewhat stained, and a red spot is left on his bottom lip.
As he moves down her body, he sucks her nipple into his mouth and rolls it between his lips. She whimpers and places her hand on the back of his head. He releases her with an audible âpopâ noise and kisses slowly down her stomach and to her waistband. He now has a perfect view of the mess thatâs grown along her inner thighs.Â
He places tender kisses along her lower stomach, exactly on the places where her cramps typically form. Following his lips comes the weight of his palm, which caresses her softly.
He understands her well enough to know that her first orgasm softened her nervous edges enough for him to remove her panties, but he still looks up at her in question as he hooks his fingers into them.Â
She nods enthusiastically, and he smiles as he tugs them down her legs.Â
They suction to her cunt on the way down, and her slick mess is slowly revealed to him as if heâs unwrapping a present. In a way, he is; getting to be with her at all is a gift.
After carefully folding her panties and placing them on the edge of the towel, his gaze meets her exposed cunt. Heâs completely entranced by the red smears that paint her inner thighs and pelvis. He impulsively bends her legs to set her feet flat on the bed, granting him an even better view of her soaked core.
Seeing her blood-smeared pussy, exposed just for him, a low and desperate groan escapes him. Blood trickles through her folds and onto the towel beneath her.
Spencer needs to get inside of her. He needs to feel her warm lubrication wrapped around his cock.Â
He leaves a quick kiss on her inner thigh before sitting up to hurriedly push his underwear down his legs. He barely has the wherewithal to get them off his feet.Â
He gathers some of her bloody slick with his fingers and strokes his throbbing cock to lubricate himself. Repositioning himself on top of her, he draws one of her knees against his waist and props himself up with the other by her head.Â
For a moment, all he can see is the pink and red and maroon that litters her body. Pink are her cheeks. Red are her lips, the marks he left scattered over her neck and chest, and her bitten nipples. Maroon is the handprint he left on her hip.Â
âThank you for letting me have you like this. You look absolutely divine, baby.âÂ
The pink on her cheeks blossoms into a red. Only Spencer would take the time to compliment her so dearly before heâs about to fuck her into the mattress. Only Spencer would abandon his own needs to provide her with this tender moment.
Their pupils are equally dilated and expanded, matching each other in darkness and intensity.
He slowly drags his tip through her slickness, mesmerized at the way her blood catches and stains his smooth skin. She gasps and jerks her hips upwards as he contacts her clit with each slide.Â
Heâs completely painted with her from tip to base, smeared into the soft hair thatâs littered there.Â
He lowers himself down to kiss her as he lines himself up with her entrance. She gasps into his mouth at the ease with which his tip slides inside of her. He has to stop himself from gliding all the way inside of her to the hilt. Sheâs so slick and so wet that he could do so with ease, but he wonât before sheâs ready.
She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him in to the hilt; she canât wait anymore. She craves the feeling of him deep inside of her. The impact punches the air out of both of them. The descent was completely frictionless; they could feel her walls softly stretching to accommodate him.
âFuck-â He moans at the feeling of her completely enveloping his cock: thick and warm and wet.Â
She can feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of her. She reaches for his shoulders to hold him for purchase, her nails pushing into his skin.
The biting sensation of her nails brings him back to reality, and he realizes heâs been stagnant inside of her for an unknown amount of time.
As he starts moving, itâs nearly impossible for him to control his thrusts; everything is so slick and slippery. Each thrust is filthily easy with wetness and moisture. Each slap of their hips produces an obscene, wet smacking noise.
Each drag of him along her sensitive walls has her writhing and arching underneath him. Her sopping pussy pulls him in even deeper with each thrust.
Spencer is enchanted. Normally, he treasures having eye contact with her during sex, but heâs fascinated by the sight of her smearing all over his cock. His eyes are wide and round, and his mouth falls open in shock.Â
He knew he wouldnât be disturbed by the sight of her like this, but he didnât expect his attraction to her to grow impossibly stronger.Â
His eyes are locked on where they meet, gaze laser-focused on her. His grip on her thigh tightens with each thrust of his hips.
âLook at you, baby. Youâre making a mess all over me.â He sounds as fascinated as he looks. His eyes are full of devotion.
She sits up to meet his eye line where his core slams into hers. As she shifts, she unconsciously clenches against him, and her greedy walls suction him in even deeper. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders.
Her upright position makes them moan in tandem. Her eyes widen as she sees her smearing blood on his pelvis and V-line. Itâs collected around the base of his cock and has spread through his pubic hair, gathering in the soft strands. Her inner thighs are coated with a crimson stain that ascends to her lower stomach.Â
The sight of him pumping in and out of her makes her head spin on a normal day, but this vision has her entire body tingling with desire. It awakens something deep and carnal inside of her.Â
For a moment, all she can see on him are the red details. His lips are kissed red. Her nails have left red crescents on his shoulders. His chest is flushed a reddish pink. His pelvis is painted red with her. With each thrust, she can see the blood that has accumulated around the base of his cock. It tapers out into his soft, curly pubes and has started collecting in the groove of his hip.
She feels a feral sense of pride brewing in her stomach at the sight of what sheâs done to him.
Her gaze flitters over to the faint fingerprints he left on her hip, and her jaw falls open in a pleasant shock.Â
âSo pretty like this, baby, so so pretty.â The repetitiveness of his adjective is a testament to how far gone he is. His grip on her thigh tightens as his thrusts become more and more rigorous.Â
âOh fuck me.â Her head tilts back, elongating her throat. He surges forward to suck more marks on her smooth skin, darkening the ones heâs already left there.Â
Her veins are so flooded with pleasure that she falls backwards onto the pillow, dragging him down with her. One of her hands tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck, needing something to hold on to.Â
With the new angle, she can feel his tip kiss her cervix with each thrust; she emits low moans, âah, ah, ah,â like a prayer with each penetration.
His hand that was propping his body up now slides down the sheets to grab hers, intertwining their fingers like he canât get close enough to her; as if being inside of her and covered in the evidence of her biology isnât enough. She grips it like it's her lifeline, and he can still feel the pleasant sting of where her fingernails had done the same into his shoulder and upper back.
âShit- you feeling okay?â his head is burrowed in the crook of her shoulder, and his breath collides with her heated skin.Â
âMhm,â she emits a high-pitched moan, âfeels really good.â
His voice is wrecked, âGood, baby, let me take care of you. Feels so good for me too, you always do.â His hand spans her thigh as he lifts it high above his waist, opening her up even further. She can feel a new wave of blood and fluids gush out of her as he spreads her open.Â
Sheâs clenching around him with a tenacity that would normally push him outward, but sheâs so drenched that it seems to only draw him in further. The blood-slick glide feels phenomenal for both of them. Breathless gasps intersperse with deep moans that blend with the squelching noise at their cores. It creates the most erotic melody theyâve ever heard.
He lifts his head from her bruised neck, watching her facial expressions as his cock punches into her again and again and again. Up close, the vision of each otherâs glistening lips is too tempting to resist. They can see the evening sun filtering in through the curtains out of the corner of their eye, and itâs now painting the room with an alpenglow. The sides of their faces are backlit by a heavenly light.
Theyâre so intensely attracted to each other, and the light only strengthens their desirability. Their mouths crash together into something wet and desperate. Tongues slide with a frenzy.Â
Running out of air in his lungs, Spencer just slightly pulls away from the kiss, so close to her that sheâs somewhat blurry. A string of spit connects their mouths, and he closes his eyes with a low groan that comes straight from his chest.
He likes his sex messy. He never thought he would, but being with her has made him obsessed with the sight of her sheer sweat, their glistening saliva, and his milky cum painting her skin. Her bloodstains hit him deep in his stomach. The obvious proof of what theyâve done has his dick twitching in excitement.
She thrusts her hips up to meet his, smearing more and more of her around his pelvis and hipline. The thrusts become deeper and faster and even messier. The pressure of him in her stomach seems to be canceling out any pressure from her uterus.Â
This entire experience is so erotic that Spencer can barely keep himself together; heâs a ball of yarn being slowly unraveled. Sheâs so plush, pliant, soft, and warm underneath him that he wishes he could stay like this forever. Rough groans that seem to be coming from his stomach sound foreign to their ears; heâs never sounded so pleased or satisfied.
Each point of contact with his skin feels heightened and hums beneath hers. She feels akin to a tree without its bark, raw and exposed.Â
The clenching of her walls falls into a steady rhythm, and the thigh heâs been holding against his side trembles beneath her skin. Her writhing hips become erratic.Â
His fingers untangle with hers to fit his hand between their bodies. Just the feeling of him hovering over her clit has her jittering. When he connects with it, drawing slow, wet circles on the nub, she knows the fire that's been growing inside of her is about to explode; his touch is the gasoline. His fingertips slip and slide with ease.
âIâm close,â she whimpers into his ear.
âI know, baby, let go for me. I need to feel you cum around me like this, please.â
Her veins feel like a lit stick of dynamite as she approaches her climax, slowly burning into an explosion of sparks and fire that spreads up to her eyelids. It blazes through her, leaving none of her atoms untouched. Sheâs left as a pile of embers as it dissolves.
He can see the fireworks boom behind her eyes, and her chest arches up into his. Theyâre so slick with sweat that their torsos glide together.
Her walls pulse as her orgasm descends, causing his to follow behind it after a handful of haphazard thrusts. He buries his cock to the hilt, cumming deep inside of her.
He collapses on top of her body, nuzzling his head into her neck. She can feel his hot air against her skin and the rapid rise and fall of his chest against hers.Â
Her hand sticks to the strands of hair at the back of his neck, also moist with perspiration. The room is humid and smells of sex and something thatâs distinctly them. The last traces of the sunset are starting to transition into night.
âWow.â She manages to say between gasps for air.Â
âI know.â He mumbles into her neck; the vibrations of it are almost too much for her sensitive nerves.
Some time passes where they lie in a comfortable silence. Needing to regain control of their breathing and not wanting the moment to end.Â
Eventually, his head rises from the home it found on her shoulder. His eyes are glazy with passion and affection. Hers are half-lidded and adoring.
Her body feels gelatinous, but she manages to lift her head enough to press a firm kiss to his mouth. His reaction is slightly delayed, as if everything is moving in slow motion.Â
After they break apart, her lips brush against his jaw, down to the sweaty moisture thatâs started to dry on his neck. He smells so palpably like himself there that she canât help herself from darting her tongue out to lick at the dampness.
His head falls back in pleasure, and a guttural groan escapes him. If thereâs anything Spencer loves more than his saliva spreading on her skin, it's hers connecting with his.
His hips shift against hers instinctively as a chill almost meets the surface of his skin.
This reminds both of them that his cock is still buried deep inside of her. She envelopes him in a warm and wet heat that he doesnât want to pull away from.
âOh my god, youâre gonna get stuck in there.â She jokes with a tired giggle.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing. Like thatâs not exactly what I want.â He smirks, and she affectionately rolls her eyes at him.
He carefully extracts his hips from hers. The blood that's collected there has started to dry into something slightly sticky. The squelching sensation blends with the faint clinging of their skin.
Both of their pelvic areas are completely painted red and crimson with her blood. Itâs like various red wines have been spilled and left to absorb into the fibers of their skin.Â
The feeling of his cum dripping out of her entrance blends with trickles of blood. It feels like a gutter emptying after a heavy rainfall. The heat under her skin slowly retreats as the air conditioning breathes over her damp body.Â
He canât stop his temptation to see his cum mixed with her blood, so he shifts his body down the bed until heâs positioned between her thighs. It drips out of her as a soft pink before it combines with dark red. Heâs so intrigued that he canât look away.
âHowâs it look, Doctor?â
âCompletely marvelous, my love.â The air from his speech makes contact with her folds, making her shudder.
He lets a long string of spit fall from his lips and watches in wonder as it softly lands in her folds, making her whimper.
He licks a firm, wide stripe from her fluttering hole to her clit. He meant to ask, not wanting to cross any of her boundaries, but itâs like her cunt and his tongue have a magnetic pull.Â
âOh! Spence!â she exclaims, arching her back and gripping his hairÂ
He pulls back slightly, lips and chin already smeared with red. âIâm sorry.â Lips pursed and shifted to one side. âI shouldâve asked first. Can I?â
âIâll never say no to that, but you really donât have to. Iâm sure it tastes like pennies.â
He shakes his head, accompanied by quiet laughter, âNot at all. You always taste so good,â and dives back between her thighs.
He has to clean her up; he always does. He continues licking wide stripes up the expanse of her pussy, flicking at her clit on the way up each time. Her body jerks each time he does it, the line between overstimulation and pleasure softening with a blur.Â
She does have a slight metallic taste, but it makes him think of beautiful things like jewelry. Sheâs still sweet and tangy underneath it, a flavor heâs addicted to.Â
He wraps his arms around the underside of her thighs, opening her up just for him to explore.Â
âIâm so lucky to see you this way.â
He hopes that nobody has ever had her like this before. He knows itâs territorial and possessive to think that wayâmaybe even slightly problematicâbut heâs never felt intimacy like this with anyone else. Regardless, he hopes he can do this with her every month for the foreseeable future.
As he sucks and inserts his tongue into her hole, his nose grazes her puffed clit until sheâs writhing underneath him. Her soft whimpers and whines are music to his ears. The corners of his lips turn upward as his grip on her thighs tightens.Â
Heâs drowning in her juices, his cum, her blood, and his saliva. Heâs exactly where he wants to be.
âSpence,â she whines. The distant sound of her voice mixed with the squelching in his ears creates the most wonderful song heâs ever heard.Â
He licks wider stripes up her pussy, and he briefly wonders how much of a mess heâs making on his own face in the name of cleaning her. He loves seeing her arousal glistening around his mouth and chin when he normally does this. The thought of the proof of her pleasure being even more prominent has his stomach doing somersaults.Â
He shifts his mouth to meet her clit, softly sucking it into his mouth. Her whines tumble into proper moans, her grip on his hair tightens, and her thighs push against his arms.
He releases one of her thighs to push his pointer finger inside of her. He softly caresses her satin walls, ensuring to make contact with her most tender spot with each thrust. A low moan releases from her throat, and her newly freed thigh closes on the side of his head. He can feel it trembling against his cheek and can see her lower stomach tensing.Â
The experience has him letting out a low and soft moan that vibrates against her skin. Pleasuring her satisfies something deep within him.
The expanse of his devotion has warmth growing behind her eyes. Nobody has ever been this committed to taking care of her in any aspect. Sheâs never gotten close to trusting anyone to this extent, with her body completely at their mercy.
She feels the knot in her stomach tighten until it snaps, like a pulled thread. The oscillations of his voice are what drive her over the edge. Her orgasm tangles and rolls through her. He pulls at her seams until she comes undone, unraveling her completely.
He continues his ministrations until her grip on his hair starts pulling him away from her core. He sees her eyes squished shut, and her hair has formed a halo around her head on the pillow: perfectly accessorizing her angelic body.
The rapid rise and fall of her sweat-coated chest makes him want to rise to lick it all off of her, but he prioritizes her sensitivity over his own desire.Â
She looks down at him and gasps, wide-eyed, and covers her mouth with her hand.Â
âOh my god, honey, you look scary.â She laughs into her palm.
âScary?! Thatâs not nice,â he mockingly pouts at her. âSo I canât have a kiss?â he purses his red-stained lips at her.Â
âJust a little one,â she concedes and gestures with her thumb and forefinger, showing him the gap between them. He laughs and shakes his head at her, ascending her body to press a soft and brief kiss to her lips. She tries to lean forward to meet him halfway, but sheâs still enduring a deep tremble that seems to be coming from her bones. Her limbs feel soft and melted.
âYou do taste like pennies⌠and keys⌠and nails.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â he teases, eyes fused to her red-stained lips. âShould I be worried about your dietary habits?â
âSee, I was wondering if I should be worried about yours. Youâre not secretly a vampire, are you?â Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she playfully squints at him.
He just laughs and shakes his head at her before leaning down to steal another brief kiss.
He considers wiping himself with the edge of the towel underneath her, but decides against it in favor of seeing her mess all over him in the bathroom mirror. Her blood has mostly dried and begun settling into his skin, anyway.
âShower?â He asks her.
âDefinitely.â
He rises from the mattress and helps her sit up enough to sip the glass of water he prepared for her. The moisture glossens her lips, collecting in the corner of her mouth. A droplet dribbles down her chin and to her neck, so he leans down to kiss it off her.Â
âIs that for me?â she points at the chocolate bar resting unassumingly on the wooden nightstand, looking up at him wide-eyed and curious, biting on her lower lip to subdue a smile.Â
âOh, no⌠I got this for me,â he teases with a sly smirk, as he picks it up and holds it to his chest, in jest. She justs her lower lip out at him and gives him doe-eyes, sending a jolt to his chest. Heâd do anything for her regardless, but that look could convince him to follow her into a collapsing, burning building.Â
He tears the package open and places a piece between her lips. As she nibbles at the square, his eyes scan her debauched body. Various red stains litter her skin in marks on her neck, chest, and breasts, all leading down to the red sea that laps her hipline, pelvis, and thighs.
He finds her utterly ethereal. Being intimate with her was already the most sacred experience in the world, but this experience is ineffable. Heâs so grateful to have her, and heâs so thankful that she trusted him to do this with her.
He reluctantly leaves her side to pad over to the bathroom to start the shower for them. After twisting the handle, he finally turns to see his reflection in the mirror.
His eyes widen, and his lips separate at the vision of himself. The entirety of his lower face is coated with evidence of his debauchery. It surrounds his mouth, chin, and thereâs even a smear on his cheek from her thigh closing in on him.Â
His gaze filters lower on his body, where he finds more confirmation of their activities together. The blood that surrounds his pelvis has dried into a deep maroon and mahogany. Heâs frozen in place, in awe of the contrast of it on his pale skin. Her blood blooms and spreads from his softened cock to his pubic area, hips, and to his lower stomach.
He doesnât want to wipe any of it away. He wishes he could tattoo it onto himself to admire for the rest of his life.Â
Ultimately, he rinses his face in the sink and watches mournfully as the diluted blood flows down the drain. A red tint lingers on the skin surrounding his mouth.Â
As he reenters the bedroom, she tells him, âI donât know how Iâm gonna get to the shower.â
âIâll take you.â He replies with ease, tucking his arms under the towel, then under her knees and upper back before she can even ask what his plan is.Â
He holds her body close to his chest and ducks down to kiss her properly. Her arms tighten around his neck as she sighs happily into his mouth. The love they have for each other is so full that it could spill out of their bodies.
He carries her into the bathroom and sets her gently onto the shower floor, ensuring her legs are steady before he releases his arms. The towel gets crumpled, mess side inward, and tossed toward the bathroom corner.Â
Sheâs already started rinsing herself when he steps in behind her. They watch as the blood fades into a pale stream down her thighs, legs, and to the drain. Minimal words are shared as they clean each other off; they donât need to. They can feel the adoration emitting from each other's bodies, and it can be seen in the recesses of their eyes.Â
The water runs steadily around them. Periodically, they lean into each other, her head to his chest and his arms around her waist. There are soft kisses and even softer whispers. Nothing is rushed or demanded. They bring each other comfort in the small space. They stay there longer than necessary.
Afterward, Spencer gathers clothes for her and helps her prepare her menstrual product. He cooks her an iron-rich meal that he knows she will like, and they eat it while curled together on the couch. As a movie plays on the TV, he finds his mind drifting to replay the memories of their time together over and over in his head.
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i fear i need to put the thesaurus down but i also am proud of this but i also am scared to share LOL be nice to me!!!
















