Always Us

honeymoon bliss

"How do you want it?"

"Spencer, this isn't funny," she cried.

"Tell me how you want it, Liv," his pre cum mixed with her juices as he continued his slow assault on her clit.

"Fuck me, hard."

That's all it took for Spencer to plunge into her depths. Her cries filled the kitchen as he slammed into her. His name escaped her lips each time he pulled out and thrust back into her.

"I'm gonna cum," already worked up from his teasing, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he thrusted, "don't stop."

Her walls clenched down on his dick as she hit her peak. Her legs spasmed around his waist, forcing him even closer. As she came down from her climax, Spencer didn't slow down.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted, pounding into her relaxed body, "I'm getting close."

Having finished several times earlier that day, Spencer's release was taking longer than usual. Olivia grabbed his face, kissing him slowly as his rhythm got faster. The effects of her orgasm began to fade, and tension started to build again as he continued to ram into her.

"I'm cumming," Spencer growled as he shot into her, slowing down as the efforts of his exertion caught up to him.

"No, no, no, keep going," Olivia begged, trying to hold his softening penis inside her. Spencer was stunned, she still wasn't satisfied.

"You're killing me, woman. The little guy needs a break before you end up breaking him."

"Don't leave me like this," she glared at him.

"I would never. Lay back," he gently pressed her down against the counter, legs dangling off the edge.

He scanned the counter before he found what he was looking for.

Olivia gasped as she felt the cool whipped cream hit her nipples, Spencer's mouth following closely behind. He trailed the can of whipped cream down her navel. Not as desperate as earlier, Olivia reveled in the feeling of his mouth on her body, his tongue licking its way towards her center.

As if preparing an ice cream sundae, he dolloped the whipped cream on her center. The whole time he held her gaze, licking his lips before diving in.

"SPENCER," she screamed as his tongue lapped the sweat cream off of her folds, not caring that his own cum was in the mix.

Feeling her muscles tense up, she held his head up against her, moaning as he worked his magic, her thighs pressing hard against his ears.

Her second orgasm hit her. Less forceful than the first, but intense, all the same. She lifted his head up to hers and kissed his glistening face.

"Thank you," she hummed.

"Time for pancakes?" she smiled.

Exhausted, he pulled away and stared at her to make sure she wasn't messing around with him, "Woman, you will be the death of me."

"I'm starving," she hopped down from the counter and grabbed the bowl of batter. She turned on the stove, picking up where she left off as if nothing had just transpired between them.

"Imma need to restore some energy before I do anything else," Spencer announced as he sat on the couch, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched her move around.

Twenty minutes later, Olivia plated the pancakes, covering them with strawberries and syrup. The whipped cream had run out.

Hearing Spencer snoring lightly on the couch, she made her way over to him with a plate in hand. She climbed up onto him, straddling his waist before getting a fork full of pancake and pressing it against his lips. His eyes fluttered open as he accepted the offering.