Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Eight •

Using Spencer's waist as support, you lifted yourself back to a standing position pushing the shirt completely off his shoulders, leaving it to wrinkle on the ground. Spencer pulled you in for a deeper, needier kiss than before, your naked chests pushed against each other.

You broke away from the kiss only to quickly kick off your shoes, leaning on Spencer for support, him holding you up by your hips. You finally freed yourself from your boots, kicking them aside. You let out a yelp followed by a laugh as Spencer lifted you up, forcing you to koala hug him. With your legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck, Spencer carried you to his bedroom, which thankfully wasn't too far.

Spencer dropped you on his bed, and the two of you scooted up a bit so he could kneel between your legs. You propped yourself up and quickly undid Spencer's belt, pushing his pants down to reveal an evidently large tent in his boxers. Spencer returned the favor by undoing your belt, you helping him to shimmy off your pants.

The two of you now stared at each other, basking in each other's existence, almost completely naked. Spencer had seen all of you, mentally, so letting him see all of you physically felt more natural than the earth itself.

You nodded at Spencer, giving him an inaudible confirmation of consent, allowing him to slip your panties off and toss them to the side.

"Beautiful." Was the only word Spencer knew to say in this moment. 273,000 words in the English dictionary; 171,476 of them in current use and 47,156 being obsolete; and yet, Spencer still couldn't think of any word other than "Beautiful."

You've spent your whole life unaccustomed to compliments, so much so that one simple word such as "beautiful" can ruin you in the best way. You instinctually covered stomach, now overly conscious of the fact that you had a body... a body with what you saw as flaws.

Spencer noticed you cover up and reached for your arms, placing a soft grasp on each forearm, and pulling them away from covering you up. He leaned down to kiss you again, soft and needless, whispering against your parted lips, "You're beautiful, Y/N."

Spencer moved to your neck once again, whispering in between each kiss, "beautiful." Spencer suckled on your collarbone and the top of your breasts, while he ran his hands up and down your waist.

You adored the slow pace Spencer took as he kissed his way down to your pelvis. Skipping over where you desperately needed him most, he kissed and sucked up along your thigh to your calf, giving you one final, "beautiful" and leaning back over you.

You didn't want to rush this moment. You indulged in the way you were overcome by the butterflies in your stomach that fluttered at the feeling of someone being this attentive with you. You didn't want to rush it because you didn't want it to be over. You'd never felt this adored in your life, this meticulously cared for.

You put your hands on Spencer's chest, trailing them down to the waistband of his boxers. Spencer's breath hitched in his throat as you began to pull the clothing down. As Spencer abruptly stood, your hands lost grasp on his waistband. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his sizable length.

You couldn't help but widen your eyes at how big it was. Spencer chuckled at your reaction, leaning back over you. "Birth control?" You nodded. "Are you clean?" "Got checked after my last hookup." Spencer nodded back at you, running his tip over your wet slit.