The First Time
Helping Hand Chapter Four.
Spencer agrees to let Honey take his virginity, although it takes little convincing....
Pairing : Spencer Reid X Original Character Honey.
Warnings: SMUT. Handjob,Blowjob, PinV, creampie...fingering, mating press position?....she rides him for like two seconds. Its kinda sweet at the end (almost). Spencer loses his virginity idk what else to say!
W/C : 8.7K of mostly smut.
Half Proofread, half not - I'll get around to it eventually.
Honey spent the best part of her night after Spencer left with either her fingers or vibrator between her thighs.
He knew how to kiss. He may have had no compliments after his kisses previously, but that was probably out of shock. Spencer kissed her he wanted to fuck her. He let her take the lead out of nerves, but that soon went out the window when he lent into it.
When he came? All of Honey's thoughts about boundaries went out of the window momentarily. She wasn’t lying when she said it was the hottest thing she’s ever seen. He thought the kiss was that good that he physically couldn’t hold himself back even if he tried. Honey had to hold herself back too, if she didn’t respect Spencer as much as she did, she would’ve climbed all over him and most likely tried to make him come all over again.
Honey couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing herself to indulge in all of this when the lessons were supposed to be for Spencer's benefit. She'd offered because she wanted to make amends, to give him the confidence she'd slowly realised he never truly had. But if she was being honest with herself, that hadn't been the only reason. Somewhere beneath all of that sat a far more selfish motive. She enjoyed spending time with him.
There had always been something about Spencer that drew her in. Of course he was handsome, she'd never been blind to that, but it was something deeper that had only become clear over the last few weeks. For two years, they'd hidden behind arguments, both so convinced the other was impossible that neither of them had stopped to notice how similar they actually were.
With every evening they spent together, bound by the unspoken agreement not to argue, Honey learnt more about him than she'd ever expected. She discovered she genuinely liked listening to him. She didn't know the first thing about chess, nor did she particularly care about probability or pattern recognition, but she could've listened to Spencer talk about them for hours. The passion in his voice, the way his hands moved without him realising, the smile that appeared whenever he forgot to be self-conscious, she found herself wanting to ask about every obscure hobby he had simply so she could watch him explain it.
She regretted the last two years more than she'd expected. If they'd dropped the hostility sooner, if one of them had swallowed their pride and bothered to have an actual conversation, she was almost certain they would've become good friends.
Then again... perhaps none of this would've happened if they had. They never would've ended up at that diner, never would've started the lessons, never would've found themselves slowly dismantling the walls they'd spent so long building around each other.
It pained Honey to think that Spencer had only agreed because he needed help, and she happened to be the only person willing to offer it. She still wasn't entirely convinced he actually liked her. Tolerated her, perhaps. Trusted her enough to let her teach him. But liking her? She wasn't so sure.
And yet... She'd seen the way he looked at her, even before the kiss.
His eyes had always been expressive, despite how desperately he tried to hide it. Somewhere over the last few weeks, the annoyance she'd grown so accustomed to had quietly disappeared, replaced instead by something softer. He smiled now. Not all the time, but often enough that she'd begun to notice. He'd learnt that when she raised her voice, it wasn't anger. It was amusement. He'd stopped bracing himself for a fight and started leaning into the conversation instead.
Honey walked into the morning briefing late as usual. In all fairness, today more than usual she had a lot on her mind, and was running on far less sleep. She should’ve been in an irritable mood, but for once, she was content with only five hours sleep.
“Good Morning guys!” She said, squeezing past everyone and making sure that for once, she didn’t barge into Spencer's shoulder. Of course, she should’ve kept up appearances, but she decided to show him some mercy, plus it was one hell of a kiss and she wanted to let him know as subtlety as she could.
“How nice of you to show up,” Spencer huffed with a smirk. Before last week, Honey would’ve assumed this was out of annoyance or pettiness. Now, she saw it for what it was, a tease.
“I know, I’m just so sweet like that” She sat down quietly next to Spencer, pulling her laptop out of her bag and logging in.
“Honey, please make sure you are on time. I understand we cover cases in our briefings, but there may be information relevant to you” Hotch said from the front of the table. He didn’t seem that annoyed. He never was with Honey.
It was a well known fact that Honey was the favourite. Mostly because she fetched him coffees and got him out of meetings he didn’t want to attend. Because of Honey, he never attended budget meetings or project meetings.
“Sorry, I was here at eight, but Anderson stopped me in hallway and wouldn’t let me go”
Both Morgan and Emily snorted, knowing full well Anderson wasn’t her favourite person. He was a little too much of a brown noser for her liking. Constantly up Strauss's ass that she could open her mouth and you’d see the top of his head behind her molars.
“What did he want?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“A whole lot of nothing, he started with talking about the modernisation of the FBI website project and then ended on asking me on a date”
Spencer's leg had been entirely still until she said the word date, Honey noticed that as soon as the word left her mouth, his leg began to nervously jump underneath the table.
“You didn’t say yes, right? That would be going against your moral code of conduct!” Emily laughed. Looking at both Morgan and Honey.
“She said no,” Morgan said with a smile so bright the light reflected off of his teeth. “That’s because we haven’t arranged our date yet have we, Honey?”
“Derek! Flirting with your colleagues is reserved to me only!” Penelope said, smacking the side of his bicep, making the point to squeeze it gently. Which only prompted him to flex the muscle, winking at her.
“Don’t worry Garcia, he only does it to make you jealous. But no, I said no to Anderson. I think I’d rather drink five pints of paint then go on a date with him”
“Okay Okay, Can we get back on track please?” Hotch commanded, rubbing a hand down his face before clearing his throat, preparing to talk about whatever grisly case the team were facing next.
Honey looked over to Spencer. Usually in morning briefings, anytime she glanced his way, he would make the point to not look at her, this time, he was already staring right at her.
She gave him the smallest smile, one that no one else around the table would be able to decipher if they saw. A smile that meant reassurance, one of acknowledgement. Spencer reciprocated. Only the tiniest uplift of the corner of his mouth, but it was enough to know he was okay.
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When the team filtered out of the meeting an hour later, Honey stayed in the room typing up actions, as they were fresh in her memory. Whilst she appreciated the quiet, it also had something to do with the fact once she got told off for arguing with Spencer once they reached their desks and forgetting to do it.
This time, Spencer stayed lingering around, flipping though the case file in front of him, clearly trying to put on a show for the rest of the team that starred in through the glass windows from the bullpen below.
“I slept on it,” he said quietly. Purposefully looking down at the page in front of him. It astounded Honey that he was willing to discuss losing his virginity whilst staring at a crime scene photo.
“I’m surprised you slept at all. I didn’t much after last night”
From the corner of her eyes, she saw him swallow hard, blink a few times, and attempt to reread the same sentence for a second time.
“What does that mean?” He asked. Honey smiled, he knew exactly what she meant.
“You got to come. It was only right I did too”
Spencer’s eyes gently rolled to the back of his head, shifting in his seat and pushing himself further under the table to try and conceal the tent growing in his slacks.
“I didn’t realise you liked it so much. I thought you were trying to make me feel better” He said quietly, like he didn’t believe what he was saying.
“Like I said last night, I've never seen anything as hot as that in my life. You want to know what I was thinking about?”
He hummed in acknowledgement and agreement as soon as the words left her mouth. His foot returned to bouncing up and down under the table.
Honey grabbed one of the files in front of her, holding it in one hand, pretending to read as she placed her free hand on Spencer's thigh. “I imagined that instead of sitting next to you, I straddled your lap…”
Her hand began its rise up his leg, gently scratching the fabric with her nails. “....and I kissed you like I did yesterday…”
Spencer's breath hitched when she reached the top of his thigh, just below where his cock was straining against his slacks. She squeezed his thigh once, before running one nail against his length. “...and I grinded against you..”
She then ran her thumb over the head, managing to twist her wrist just enough to touch the sensitive underside. Spencer had been keeping his composure up until this point, trying his hardest to read the long forgotten case file in his hands. As soon as she touched him properly, he couldn’t help but let a whine escape him.
“As you can imagine, it feels much better” She rolled her palm flat against him once, then descended back down his thigh, tapping once when she reached his knee before removing her hand entirely.
She looked over at Spencer who had lost all composure. His eyes had blown out so wide they were practically black, completely glossed over, his cheeks the reddest she had ever seen them, mouth slightly agape.
“Of course I imagined we did so much more. But I'd hate for you to ruin your lovely trousers” She said with a smirk, watching his hand come up to run it through his hair.
Spencer seemingly had forgotten how to talk. His mouth kept opening like he was going to say something, but nothing followed.
“Let me know when you’re ready to make that into reality” She said softly, collecting her laptop and standing, smoothing the back of her skirt as she did.
She didn’t look behind her as she walked out, but she could bet her life on the fact that Spencer was watching, his eyes half lidded, cursing her and praising her all at once.
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Five whole minutes after she left the briefing room did Spencer follow. He wasn’t trying to cleverly try and hide his crotch, so she assumed he managed to will his erection away.
They worked opposite each other silently for two whole hours. She was convinced that perhaps she took it too far in touching him at work like she did and that's why he wasn’t talking. It could also be that he was so incredibly turned on that it shocked him into silence. She wished it was the latter.
Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed quietly beside her, she already knew it would be from Spencer from the way he spent minutes staring at his phone, clearly typing and deleting every word he wrote.
Dr Knowitall (Work)
Tonight 8pm. If available.
Your place or mine?
-Spencer. R
Honey should probably change his name in her contacts. She couldn’t help but still smile at how she used to see his name flash on her phone and recoil, she also couldn’t stand the fact she was now smiling.
im free
your place.
They didn’t talk for the rest of the day after that. Honey prayed with every fibre of her being that they weren’t called on a case last minute. She suspected Spencer felt the same.
At 4pm, Spencer stood and made his way to Hotch’s office with his satchel on his shoulder, gripping it so tightly it highly accentuated the veins in his hands. Honey had noticed his veins before, always calling them the most annoyingly and frustratingly beautiful thing about him. Now? She couldn’t wait to feel those hands all over her body.
He emerged two minutes later, approaching his desk and gathering the rest of his papers, shoving them into his satchel with unusual little care. “Everything okay Spencer?”
“Yeah, I have a dentist appointment I forgot about.” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You forgot about an appointment? Spencer you’re losing your edge” Honey said, playing along with his lie.
“Well it wasn’t in my calendar. So someone clearly isn’t doing their job” He bit back with a playful hint to his voice.
“How am I supposed to know you have a poorly tooth if you don’t tell me?” Honey pouted her lip, forcing him to look at her mouth. She saw the instant internal conflict raging in his head.
“Whatever, I’ll see you all later”
Honey knew he was actually speaking to her, but he wouldn’t be so brave to be kind to her directly publicly yet. That would take time, and plenty of build up.
Like she said before, one thing at a time.
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Spencer got home at five and spent the whole afternoon furiously tidying his whole apartment. He found creative places to store his thousands of books, dusted every surface, washed up the plates he left in the sink, cleaned his bathroom from top to bottom, changed his bedsheets twice after he realised that his StarWars themed set might be a touch childish, and showered.
As he was showering, he spent two minutes looking at his cock, trying to decide whether to shave. Luckily for Spencer, he remembered everything Honey had ever said. He hated hearing about her wild weekends at the time, now he couldn’t thank her enough. She said that she preferred neat and tidy. He assumed that meant hair there but clipped. So instead of shaving completely, he finally had a use for the beard trimmer Morgan got him for Christmas three years ago.
When he stepped out of the shower, he trimmed his nails, brushed his teeth for four minutes instead of two, and tried to brush the back of his tongue, before immediately gagging and giving up. He wondered if she would take him into his mouth. He stopped thinking about it immediately when he felt his dick twitch.
He changed into plaid pajama bottoms and a plain dark grey T-Shirt and spent his last remaining twenty minutes before Honey arrived to read the female anatomy section of Grey's Anatomy. Of course he realised that this wouldn’t give him any insight into how to pleasure a woman, but at least he could refresh his brain into remembering what was what and hopefully where to find it.
At 8pm on the dot, Honey surprised him by knocking dead on time. He liked to think it was because she was excited, but he knew it was probably to make a point that she isn’t always late. Spencer scrambled up from his seat, threw the hefty medical journal to the corner of the room, and went to the door, wiping his already sweaty hands on his pants.
“Hey”
“Hey back” she said whilst making it very obvious she was looking up and down at him. Pausing momentarily at his groin, the smallest smirk appeared. He didn’t bother wearing boxers as he assumed (hoped to god) that they wouldn’t stay on long anyway.
Spencer moved out the way to let her in, closing the door behind her with a soft click. He took the time to take in what she decided to wear, a matching pajama set, pants and a tank top, white soft cotton with a small lilac flower print.
She had never looked better in his opinion. Her hair looked soft and silky, her arms were bare and he could lightly smell whatever moisturizer she used. He saw the moles scattered across her shoulders and neck. She just looked beautiful.
“Aren’t you cold? It's like 55 degrees outside?”
“Yeah my nipples are rock solid” she said plainly, probably not realising the effect her words had on Spencer. He had already managed to sneak a glance at them, she hadn’t worn a bra, however she rarely did. She often complained about how constricting they are, Spencer didn’t care, he enjoyed looking at them, even if he adamantly denied looking.
“I like your place. I just knew it would look like a library in here” She said whilst looking at his many bookcases, almost covering every available wall space available. “Have you read all of these?”
“All the ones on these bookshelves” He pointed to most of them in the room, apart from the one nearest the door leading to his bedroom. “Those ones are the ones I'm yet to get to”
“Let me guess, they are in order from ones you want to read the most to the ones you want to read the least?”
“You’d be correct” Spencer found it easier now, admitting she’s right. Before he would only do it in the extremest circumstances.
Honey sat down at the end of his couch, smoothing the fabric next to her and tucking her hair behind her ears. If Spencer wasn’t a profiler, he wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was nervous. It confused him as to why. Honey did this all the time, sex, admittedly not colleagues, but in general.
It surprised him how natural it felt seeing her in his space. A week ago, he would’ve felt on edge with any woman in his apartment, especially Honey. Now he liked seeing her here, it was like a touch of humanity and sunshine in his otherwise dark academic moody place.
Spencer sat down next to her, closer than he did when he went to her apartment. He was comfortable enough now to reach out and touch her knee, giving her a little pat.
“Do you want some water? Tea maybe? Coffee? I think I have some honey somewhere?” He didn’t have a jar or bottle of honey, but he was sure he had some sachets around that he pinched from a hotel. As much as he wanted to make her feel comfortable, he hoped she didn’t want tea or coffee, as he couldn’t guarantee he could actually find said sachets.
“No thank you, I appreciate it though” She said whilst immediately placing her hand on top of his, interweaving their fingers like they had done it a thousand times before.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this” He said after a short while, sitting comfortably in silence, just looking at their interlocked hands. I still don’t understand why however, but thank you”
“I’ll admit, I haven’t had sex in a while, so it's beneficial for both of us” she said plainly. It was strangely reassuring how straight forward she was. At least he didn’t have to try and decipher her words.
“You could have sex with anyone, someone far better at it than me. It doesn’t seem completely fair”
“I don’t want to have sex with just anyone. That’s why it's been a while. I think you’re handsome, I also think that you’re more than capable of satisfying me. That’s why i’m here” She said softly, cupping the side of his face, stroking along his cheekbone with her thumb.
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a moment. “I should’ve told you that sooner”
“Thank you, Spencer” She said with a smile, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek, just one inch away from his lips.
“Is this a lesson? What are we about to do?” He asked, moving the hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
She didn’t answer straight away, instead, she gently placed two hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle him. Once her full weight met his lap, his hands fell automatically to the outside of her thighs.
Honey leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. She shifted her hips, grinding down against the growing hardness in his pajama bottoms while her tongue teased along his lower lip. Her chest against his chest, her nipples stiffening from the friction as she rocked forward again.
When she guided his palms upward, sliding them along her sides until they rested on her hips, he let out a shaky exhale against her mouth. His grip was light, almost hesitant, thumbs brushing the hem of her tank top like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold tighter.
She broke the kiss just enough to answer him, barely a murmur against his lips, “Yes and no. Eventually you’ll fall into your own rhythm. Having sex for the first time is about learning that yourself.”
Spencer nodded quickly, eyes wide and darting between her mouth and the way her body moved on top of him. His fingers tapped restlessly against her waist now, a nervous rhythm that matched the anxious energy pouring out of him. He swallowed hard, voice cracking slightly when he managed, “This feels… really nice.”
“Good. Tell me at any point to stop or slow down and I will. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” She rocked her hips again, he felt his cock twitch beneath her. “Do you want to use a condom? I’m on the pill, last tested a month ago, and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Spencer’s fingers stilled for a second, then resumed their anxious tapping. “Do you want to use one?”
“No. It’ll feel better without—for you and for me.”
“I’m comfortable without,” he said quickly, voice tight with nerves.
She nodded, then leaned in again, kissing him gently to let him adjust. Her hands stayed on his shoulders as she continued the slow grind, guiding the moment without rushing him.
The kiss went on. He lost track of how long they stayed like that, lips parting and meeting, her weight settled fully in his lap. His heart hammered so hard he was sure she could feel it through his thin t-shirt. Every shift of her body sent another wave of heat through him, and he had to fight the urge to squirm beneath her. He was honestly prepared to stay like this forever if she’d let him.
His hands got tighter on her waist the more he leaned into it, the more comfortable he felt. So much so that he started to guide her, his fingertips gently pushing her hips forward as she moved. Like when he went to Honey’s apartment, as soon as he turned his brain off, he allowed himself to be guided by instinct and pure lust.
Honey broke the kiss just enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she said, “Take my top off.”
Spencer’s hands froze on her sides. He swallowed, nodded once, then reached for the hem of her tank top with trembling fingers. He lifted it slowly, the fabric catching for a second before sliding up over her breasts and off. He set it aside carefully, like he was afraid of doing it wrong, and his eyes dropped to her bare chest before darting back up to her face.
Her tits were fantastic. He hated himself for trying to argue they wouldn’t be. He remembered her words, If you’re having sex and you're not looking at her boobs, I'd be a little concerned. He looked back down, his eyes darting left and right, and back up again.
“Touch me,” she told him, voice low.
He brought both hands up, trying to hide the slight tremor, palms hovering just above her skin for a moment before he made contact. His thumbs brushed over her nipples first, testing, then he caught each one between thumb and forefinger. He pinched softly, just enough to feel the firm bud between his fingers, and when she didn’t pull away he started rubbing in small circles. His touch stayed light but the nervous energy still showed in the way his fingers twitched and his breathing stayed uneven.
After a minute of hearing her whine, gently roll her hips against him in pleasure, something in him took over. He leaned forward without thinking, mouth opening as he took one nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, tongue flicking over the tip. The small moan she let out went straight to his cock, twitching so hard he was scared he would come again.
Spencer stayed focused alternating between both nipples, his tongue swirling around the peaks as a low, shaky moan escaped his throat. He felt a surge of pride that he’d taken the initiative, but it was quickly eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation of her skin against his lips.
Honey let out a soft, satisfied hum, her fingers threading through his hair and gently guiding his head back up to hers. They sank back into a deep, lingering kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet of his apartment. Every time their tongues met, Spencer felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight down to his crotch. He was so hard it actually started to ache, the friction of his pajama bottoms becoming almost unbearable.
Honey pulled back slightly, her eyes hooded and dark with desire. “Take these off, Spencer,” she whispered, tugging gently at his pajama bottoms.
He scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy and hurried. He lifted his hips with her still on his lap just enough to kick off his pajama bottoms. He felt incredibly vulnerable, his skin tingling in the cool air, but the way Honey looked down and back up at him made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I knew you’d have a pretty cock, Spence” she purred in his ear, kissing the lobe and around his neck. “You’re going to feel so good inside me”
The nickname almost meant as much as the compliment did. Honey called him Spence, not Reid, not even Spencer. Spence.
Not to mention that she clearly was impressed with what he had to offer. Spencer may have always felt insecure about the rest of himself, but he had never any doubt that he had a pleasingly sized appendage.
Slowly, Honey slid off his lap and sank onto her knees between his legs. Spencer let out a small, high-pitched whimper, his back arching slightly. Seeing her down there, looking up at him with that dominant, knowing smile, made his stomach flip.
“You’re so pretty,” he moaned, his voice sounding thin and needy.
Honey didn't say a word; she simply reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Spencer gasped, his head hitting the back of the couch with a thud. Her grip was firm yet soft, and as she began to slide her hand up toward the head, he let out a long, whiny keen.
“Oh god...,” he whimpered, his hips involuntarily twitching upward into her palm.
Spencer lay back against the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension that made every inch of his skin feel hypersensitive. He looked down at Honey, who remained poised between his legs, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of affection and hunger. The sight of her—bare-chested and kneeling before him—sent another jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
She introduced her other hand, keeping one at the base, the other twisting at the head, slow but controlled twists of her wrist that made Spencer see stars. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing. He was impressed that he hadn’t managed to finish early again.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice small and shaky. “never felt anything like this, feels so good”
Seemingly he had lost the knowledge of stringing basic sentences together. His words coming out broken and barely coherent.
Honey seemed to understand and let out a soft, melodic giggle that made Spencer’s heart flutter. She didn't pull her hand away; instead, she began to lightly graze the underside of the head with her thumb, a teasing, circular motion that made him let out a high-pitched, needy moan, his back arching further off the couch.
“This feels good huh?” she whispered, her voice a velvety caress. Spencer didn’t bother to reply, he knew it was more of an incredibly correct statement rather than a question that required an answer.
He shifted his weight, his hips tilting upward as if seeking more of her, even though he was terrified of the climax that felt like a tidal wave crashing toward him.
“Please...,” he whined, his voice cracking as he pleaded for nothing in particular. He sounded desperate, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch cushions.
Just as the pleasure became an unbearable roar in his ears, he panicked again. “Slow. Please, Please” his voice climbing into a frantic, whiny register, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
Honey stopped instantly, but she didn't move away. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh, her breath warm against his skin. The sudden change in sensation—from the intense friction of her hand to the gentle pressure of her lips—made Spencer let out a small sob of pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured against his skin. “We can go as slow as you need”
Spencer panted, his eyes watery and glazed with lust. He felt like a raw nerve, every touch amplified a thousand times. He looked down at her, feeling the need to be completely consumed by her.
Slowly, she leaned forward. Spencer’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched her lips part. He didn't have time to process the anticipation before she leaned in and slid the head of his cock past her lips.
The sensation was an absolute explosion. The sudden, wet heat of her mouth, the slick glide of her saliva, and the soft pressure of her tongue swirling around the ridge of his glans sent a violent shiver through Spencer's entire frame. He let out a strangled, high-pitched cry, his hips jerking upward instinctively. It was far more intense than anything he had ever imagined. He finally understood why everyone raved about blowjobs so often. Hell, he thought he might even start to talk about them after this.
He gasped, his voice breaking. In a blind, reflexive panic, his hand shot down and gripped her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to anchor himself, or perhaps pull her away before he lost all control. He arched his back, his chest heaving, a long, shaky moan vibrating in his throat.
She slid off him slowly, the wet sound of her mouth leaving his skin echoing in the quiet room. She looked up at him, a playful, knowing little smile dancing on her lips, her eyes shimmering with affection, before giving him one long lick up the underside of his shaft, gently kissing the tip before pulling off completely.
"Too much?" she asked softly, her voice a teasing purr.
Spencer couldn't even find the words. He was trembling, his cock still twitching and glistening with her saliva. He simply nodded, his head bobbing frantically, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He looked completely undone, a shivering mess of a man who had been pushed to his absolute limit by a single act.
Honey chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. She shifted her weight and stood up in one fluid motion. She stood over him for a moment, looking down at his exposed, shaking form. The power dynamic was palpable; he was sprawled on the couch, vulnerable and needy, while she stood poised and in complete control.
"You okay?," she whispered, reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“Just about. That felt so good” he said with a small huff which he hoped sounded like a laugh.
She stepped back just enough to give him room to move, her gaze locking onto his. "Shall we go to your bedroom?"
Spencer scrambled to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. He looked at her, his expression a mix of anxiety and intense longing, and without a word, he reached out to take her hand, leading her toward the bedroom with trembling fingers and a heart that felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.
As they entered the bedroom, the harsher light of the living room gave way to the soft, dim glow of a bedside lamp. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Spencer was still shaking, his breath coming in shallow hitches, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
"Sit down for me, Spencer," she whispered, her voice like velvet. "Just right here on the edge."
He obeyed instantly, Honey stepped into the space between his thighs, her warmth radiating against him. She didn't move to undress or initiate anything sexual; instead, she reached down and cupped his face in her hands. She stood straight, cradling his head, her fingers sliding up into his hair to gently massage his scalp.
Spencer let out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into her touch. He felt small beneath her, but for the first time since they had started, the anxiety wasn't clawing at his throat. It was being replaced by a profound sense of safety.
"You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby. "I know it's a lot. I know you're nervous. But there's no rush, okay? We can go as slow as you need. If you want to stop, if you get overwhelmed, you just tell me. I've got you."
Spencer opened his eyes, looking up at her with a gaze full of raw vulnerability. "I... I just want it to be right," he whimpered, his voice small and cracking. "I don't want to mess up."
Honey let out a tiny, affectionate giggle and kissed his forehead. "You can't mess this up. There's no 'right' way other than how it feels for us."
The tension in Spencer's shoulders finally began to bleed away. Feeling a surge of affection and a newfound spark of courage, he leaned forward, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the skin of her stomach, just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He felt her stomach muscles flutter under his lips, and he looked up into her eyes, searching for approval.
Seeing the warmth and encouragement there, Spencer reached out. His hands were still trembling, but his movements were deliberate. He carefully hooked his fingers into the elastic of her pajama bottoms and slowly slid them down her legs, exposing her hips and the soft curve of her thighs.
He paused, his breath catching as he looked at her. He didn't just dive in; he stopped, his voice a hesitant whisper. "Can I... can I touch you? There?"
She didn't speak; she simply gave him a slow, encouraging nod, her eyes locked onto his.
Spencer reached out, his fingertips barely grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. He moved with caution, as if he were testing the surface of a still body of water. He slid his hand upward, his touch light and tentative, learning the texture of her skin and the way she reacted to him. When his fingers finally brushed against the damp heat of her core, he jumped slightly, a small gasp escaping his lips.
He didn't push further immediately. He stayed there, testing the waters, feeling the slickness of her arousal and the way she leaned into his touch. He was learning her, exploring her body.
He shifted his hand slightly, his fingers trembling as he began to explore the folds of her. He was terrified of being too rough or doing something wrong, so he moved with an agonizing slowness. He felt the slickness coating his skin, the texture new and intoxicating. He wasn’t expecting her to feel so…warm, or wet either.
Every time he felt her hips give a tiny, almost imperceptible tilt toward him, a surge of confidence flared in his chest. "Is... is this okay?" he whispered, his voice sounding thin and breathy. "Does it feel good?"
Honey didn't answer with words, instead she let out a soft, airy moan that vibrated through the air. To Spencer, that sound was better than any verbal confirmation. It was a signal that he was doing something right. Emboldened, he slid one finger deeper, feeling the tight, welcoming heat of her entrance. He gasped, his own breath hitching at the sheer intimacy of the sensation.
He glanced upwards, eyes narrowing with a silent plea. She nodded gently, eagerly even. With her permission, he gently pushed his digit in.
He began to move his finger in a slow, tentative rhythm, mimicking the motions he'd only ever imagined. He watched her expression closely, noticing the way her eyelids fluttered and how her lips parted. The sight of her reacting to him—of him being the cause of that look of pleasure—made him feel a dizzying mix of pride and desperation.
Spencer’s breath caught when Honey leaned in, her mouth claiming his in a sudden kiss. Her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just enough to make him shiver. The low, throaty sound she made against his lips sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through him. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved quicker inside her, curling inside her, adding a second digit that slid in with the slick heat already coating his skin.
Honey’s moan grew louder, her knees trembling. Spencer felt the tight flutter of her walls around his fingers and couldn’t stop the soft, broken whimper that escaped him. He kept the pace steady, curling and stroking, watching her face even as their mouths stayed pressed together.
Her free hand clamped onto his shoulder, nails digging in. She panted against his open mouth, each shaky exhale brushing over his lips. He kept moving his fingers, desperate to give her what she wanted, the wet sounds of his hand working inside her mixing with her quickening breaths.
Honey pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice soft and warm. "Spencer... I’m so close. You’re doing so well."
His eyes widened at her words, a needy whine slipping out of him. He pressed his forehead to hers, still pumping his fingers in that same steady rhythm.
Honey went silent for a few seconds, her mouth still slightly parted, her eyes screwed shut, holding her breath. Spencer was worried that he began to do something wrong, even though his movements hadn’t faltered. It wasn’t until she gripped him harder, wrapped one arm around the back of neck and let out an angelic guttural moan did he realise that she came.
His free hand clamped her waist, drawing her nearer while his chin pressed to her sternum, eyes locked upward as he watched her breathing return to normal. He had never seen anything so beautiful as watching her come, not even watching, but being the cause.
He eased his fingers free from her, lifting them to inspect the glistening coating under the light. Curiosity pulled him in as he turned his wrist slowly.
Honey's lips curved into a grin, her cheeks flushed with that post-orgasm haze, pupils blown wide. She dipped forward and slid both fingers between her lips, sucking her own slick release clean off them with deliberate pulls.
Spencer's head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the view. "Was that okay?"
"More than okay. You did so well," she murmured, brushing his curls aside with tender fingers.
Without a word, Honey straddled his lap and claimed his mouth again, the kiss softer now, laced with affection. She began to rock her hips, her wet pussy sliding along the length of his bare cock, coating him in her arousal.
“Lets take this off” She said whilst her fingers were already under the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it slightly, exposing his stomach. He lifted his arms up enough so she could slide it off him. It caught slightly on his chin, both of them giggling when their eyes met again when it finally came off, ruffling his hair in the process.
"Lie back for me," she whispered, pressing him flat to the mattress. "Still good? Want to keep going?"
Spencer could only nod,, his palms gliding up and down her thighs, fighting the urge to stare at where his cock nestled against her heat.
"Use your words, baby," she teased, leaning in to trail kisses along his jaw before sucking gently at his neck, leaving faint marks. The shift positioned his cock right at her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds. He strained not to thrust upward.
"Please, Honey, please," he breathed, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he swept her hair back.
Before she sunk down, Spencer told himself to keep looking into her eyes, he wanted to maintain that intimacy for as long as possible. But as soon as she let her hips move, his cock slowly being consumed by her wetness, inch by inch. His eyes clamped shut before he could stop them.
There was nothing that could compare to this feeling. Spencer spent his whole life content with the realisation that he may never get to experience intimacy like this, and now he had? He reckoned he would be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life. They moaned together, low and guttural, bodies locked. He gripped her hips hard, holding her still, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"How does it feel, baby?" she cooed, rolling her hips once in a testing grind that made his vision blur.
"So warm... so tight," he managed, voice strained. Any deeper thought on the sensation would push him over. She rolled again, hand firm on his jaw. "Oh fuck," he whined, arms wrapping her waist to pin her close. "I don't think I can last like this... I'm sorry."
"Is it the position? If you're the one moving, you'll control the pace," she offered softly, affection steady in her tone.
He nodded and shifted his weight carefully, his hands sliding behind Honey's back as he rolled them both over, surprisingly more fluid of a motion than he expected.
Now he hovered above, his cock still buried deep inside her. He tried to distract his mind by taking the time to look down at her body beneath him. He counted the moles across her chest, he kissed each one of them. He ran his hand down from her collarbones to her navel, committing the feeling of her skin to memory in case he never got to be so lucky to touch her like this again.
Stalling for time, he lent down to kiss her neck, gently brushing her hair out of the way. The smell of her hair this close to his nose was intoxicating, he didn’t care to try and hide his deep inhale. He kissed her neck all the way around from one side to the other, pausing once he reached her throat to hiss her softly. Her small hum of surprise against his lips further fueled his confidence.
Bracing on his elbows, he slowly pushed in. His first thrust came out uneven—too shallow at first, then a little too quick as he pushed back in. Honey's thighs parted wider around his hips, welcoming him. "That's it," she whispered, her fingers tracing his shoulders. "You got it"
He nodded, eyes flicking between her face and where their bodies joined. His next stroke was steadier, but he still paused midway, adjusting his angle like he wasn't sure how deep to go. The wet heat of her gripped him tight, and every small movement sent sparks up his spine. He pulled back slower this time, almost slipping out before sinking in again with a shaky breath.
"Fuck... sorry," he muttered when his hips stuttered, the pace off. Honey just smiled softly, lifting her thighs higher to allow him more room.
Her hands cupped the back of his thighs, guiding him gently without taking over. He tried again, hips rolling forward in a tentative push that made her pussy clench around his cock. A low groan escaped him, and he buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in before lifting his head to watch her expression.
Spencer adjusted his hips with small shifts, pulling back just enough to feel the drag of her pussy gripping his shaft before sinking in again. Each thrust grew a fraction more confident as he listened to her reactions, his hands braced on either side of her. He breathed her name, her actual name, against her neck, overwhelmed by the heat and tightness but determined to keep going at this pace that let him explore what made her react strongest.
He drew his cock out in one long, measured pull, his shaft glistening with her slick as her core clung to every inch. Then he drove back in hard, hips snapping forward until his pelvis met hers with a solid smack and his cock bottomed out deep inside her. Honey's moan came out low and throaty, her inner walls rippling and squeezing around him in response.
Hearing he did well hit him like a truck, smugly, he smiled against her shoulder, hooking his arms under her thighs, opening her up more whilst gently folding her in half, his hands cupping her ass, pounding back into her.
“That’s so good, Spence. You’re doing so well” she managed to moan out, nails scraping his back.
“Yeah?” He moaned back before kissing her sloppily, seemingly neither of them cared, each slap of his hips hitting hers accompanied a moan from them both, mingling together in their shared air. As he withdrew slowly, he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, pushing his tongue in her mouth when he drove back in.
The giggle mixed with a groan she let out sounded almost demonic. He knew he made her proud. He impressed her and realised he would do anything to make her feel that again.
“Fuck. You’re so deep” She cried out, her hands resting on the outside of his thighs.
“Sorry sorry, is it too much?” He asked, stilling his movements momentarily, concerned he had hurt her.
“Fuck no, did I tell you to stop?” She bit back.
Spencer nearly came right then and there. He found her arguing attractive, but paired with his cock deep inside of her, her walls fluttering around him, he could no longer hold back. His restraint finally snapped.
He quickly pulled back up enough to be able to replace where he had his arms with his hands, pressing the backs of her thighs down until he fully folded her in half. He knew she was flexible, he heard it a million times sitting opposite her at work. He knew she could handle it.
Using the leverage her thighs provided him, he drove into her, over and over, bottoming out each time, the pace steady and unrelenting. The force of his thrusts recoiled her body towards him, creating the most beautiful and filthy rhythm. He matched each bounce of her body stroke for stroke. He didn’t know where this side of him came from, it must be Honey. She always had a way of pulling different versions of him out.
He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, every square inch of his body tingle as he approached his climax, his pace starting to quicken, becoming erratic to the point he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.
“Fuck Fuck fuck” he sobbed as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, biting down on the soft flesh as he tipped over the edge, spilling into her with a gutteral groan. His body twitched uncontrollably, falling limp against her once the aftershocks had worn off, finally letting go of her thighs, feeling them instantly fall comfortably to his sides.
He didn’t realise how sleepy he would feel after. It didn’t help that Honey gently ran her nails up and down the expanse of his back, the other hand playing with his hair at the back of his head. He had to use all of his will power to pull himself up onto his elbows to look into her eyes.
“Hey” he said quietly with a sheepish grin. Flicking his nose against hers in an effort to make her giggle.
“Hey back” she giggled back instantaneously.
“Did I do well?” He murmured, kissing her jaw.
She hummed, the sound deeply satisfying. “I don’t think that requires an answer baby.”
“Go on. Appease me. Please?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, forcing them both upwards. “Like most things you do Spencer, you excelled. You have this really annoying habit of exceeding my expectations”
He huffed in amusement, glancing down at where they met, his cock was still completely hard inside of her. He pushed in an inch experimentally. The smallest drag of his shaft inside her made his eyes roll back.
He slowly lent back down, pulling her into another gentle kiss, resuming his small, shallow earlier strokes. Fully intent on carrying on with another round, after all, he only made her come once.
Honey laughed, pushing him back by his shoulders lightly. “Nuh -uh”
He whined, the sound small and desperate, dropping his head into the hollow of her neck. “I’m still hard”
“I can tell” she teased, purposefully squeezing her walls around him. “My legs are sore, you did practically fold me in half”
“I didn’t hear any complaints.”
She grinned, leaning up and pressing the gentlest kiss they shared all night to his lips. “It’ll start hurting for you after a while. Believe me”
She gave his shoulder a tap, and Spencer moved off her, falling backwards against the bed. His warm cock tinging in the cool air. He watched as she stood, he lazily reached out in an effort to touch her, perhaps to keep her next to him, perhaps because he didn’t want her to leave yet. He couldn’t tell.
He had never felt more content in his life, sprawled across his bed, staring lazily at the ceiling fan above him. He heard Honey tiptoe out of the bedroom before the bathroom light clicked on and the door quietly closed behind her. He supposed he should’ve gone with her rather than leaving her to find it herself, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt so completely, utterly at peace.
He’d expected to feel different after losing his virginity at twenty-five. Older, perhaps. Changed in some fundamental way. Instead, he felt exactly the same person he’d been an hour earlier. It wasn’t disappointing, far from it. If anything, it confirmed something he’d never quite been able to put into words. Although he’d missed out on one of the most intimate experiences of his life for far longer than most people, not having sex had never made him incomplete. It hadn’t made him any less of a man.
It wasn’t something he feared anymore.
For the first time in his life, it simply felt… normal. He could only thank Honey for that.
People always said you never forgot your first time. Spencer had always assumed that was a romantic exaggeration. Now, lying there with the lingering warmth of the evening settling over him, he wasn’t so sure. Even if he somehow woke up tomorrow without his eidetic memory, he was certain that this would still be one of the nights he’d remember for the rest of his life.
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