THE SUN 'S RAYS PASSED THROUGH a small opening in Spencer's dark curtains; it was one of his strange habits - he never folded them but purposefully left a gap so that the sun would wake him up. I didn't want to complain, even though I wasn't a big fan of that kind of awakening.

I was in his arms; I'm not sure how we got together like that while sleeping, but I didn't mind. It was a little uncomfortable, and we slept very strangely.

"Hotch did the right thing by giving you a week off," I admit, and he stretches and takes his hands off my shoulders for a second. As he adjusts the visible bulge in his underpants, he moves one hand to his crotch.

"Mhmm, it's even better when you're right by my side all the time," he says clearly enough for me to smile. He draws me back to him, but this time I feel a prick from him. I'm not in the mood for morning sex, and he's not either, because we both gave it our all last night. We need time to recharge the batteries, but Spencer's toy appears to have a backup generator that was running at full power.

Warm and wet kisses are scattered all over my neck, as if he is asking me to completely surrender to him and turn to him. I don't want to because the kisses are so good. I want to be selfish and enjoy neck kisses, which are my weakness. Now I can feel my crotch waking up, and a small pool is forming on my panties.

My body is too tired for another sex, especially since I know my vagina is inflamed from rough sex and several intense orgasms in the previous 12 hours.

"Spence…" I sigh, feeling him cling to me, as if he wants to be completely close to me. "We were last night, give us some time to recover," I bemoan, but to no avail.

"Come on, baby, I know you like this," Spencer begged, trying not to moan. I'm not sure where he got the strength for this, but his hormones were working like he was still in his twenties.

I break free from his embrace during his inattention, then go to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a t-shirt three sizes too big, with messy hair that told its own story. I even had mascara under my eyes and looked railed. That I am.

Soon after, the reason for my appearance entered the bathroom with me, with a proud smile on his face and still a big situation in his underpants. Is he ever able to relax?

"You seem to to be... mine! You look stunning, "he says as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. Spencer was one of a kind, and I adored the two fighting personalities that would emerge; the tender side of him and the horny, domineering side.

I rinse my mouth with water while carelessly leaving my toothbrush in the cup where his is, and then I turn to kiss him on the lips. It was only enough for my touch to reactivate it.

"Mmmm," he mumbled, drawing my arms closer to him. "One more time," he says, implying another kiss, and I plant another on his lips.

"More," he said as I repeated the previous action a few more times. He's so desperate now that he's the polar opposite of how he was the night before.

When I look at the time, I realize it's time to go to the post office to send Owen a package for his thirty-first birthday. I quickly change into something comfortable, nothing too fancy, and take the keys from a decorative bowl.

"I expect you to be calm and have two cups of coffee on the table when I return," I yell through the apartment, chasing the sneakers I left somewhere. "I'll get us croissants for breakfast!!" I exclaim as I shut the front door.

It's now up to chance whether I'll get caught in the crowd or not. Unfortunately, I proved to be a complete loser because 10 a.m. was the worst possible time to go somewhere. I despise waiting and crowds; I have no patience for them, despite the fact that we all do the same thing in the world because we have to.

I finally get to my apartment; I haven't been there since Jane discovered a wiretap in my living room. I shudder just thinking about her, how far someone will go for a few minutes of attention. I'm glad everything worked out that day, that Spencer is fine, and that she finally got professional help.

I don't plan on staying in the apartment, so I take the box next to the shoe cabinet and another pair of sneakers because these are a little uncomfortable. I lock the apartment door and dash down the stairs to send the gift as soon as possible.

I only heard from Owen two days after seeing Louis, so I guess people are correct when they say you don't have to hear from your family every day to keep a family relationship going. He is, after all, my older brother, who will be thirty in a few days. A large number, and I'm getting close to it. And Owen is coming to my town in a few weeks, which means he'll meet Spencer.

The situation is likely to devolve due to the fact that they will accept him despite the fact that he is older than him. or there will be some comments from the side with cautious speech. I only stay at the post office for a few minutes before heading to an old French bakery in the neighborhood behind. I grab a couple of croissants and return home.

"I'm here, honey," I yell as I walk into Spencer's apartment. He's not in the living room; he's most likely in the bedroom or the bathroom. "Spence?" I ask, unsurely, as I close the door mechanically.

"I'm in the bathroom!" he announces, and I feel relieved once more. After the events of a few days ago, I believe I will carry that trauma for the rest of my life and will have to learn to live with it no matter what.

I hear the cistern in the next ten seconds and soon see his beautiful face anxiously walking towards me. "You scared me," I say to him in the same breath as I hug him tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, and I have a gun with me anyway," I shudder at the mention of a weapon once more. I know it's part of his job, and it will be part of mine, but I don't feel safe.

After all, you don't always need a gun to murder someone.

"I brought chocolate-filled croissants! You are not permitted to consume sweets "When I see him looking at what he has, I warn him.

"You're old Spencer, you're so sweet," I keep teasing him until he fully turns to face me. I've got his attention, and I can already tell he's got a mean smile on his face.

"I wasn't that old last night, but two rounds of long sex while you just lay there looking pretty, spreading your legs for me and tightening around my cock..." He moves closer to me before finishing his sentence with a whisper. "It's not that bad for an older person, huh?" he says, a smile on his face.

That's typical of him.

He then acts as if nothing has happened, placing two cups of coffee next to us while the croissants are still on the plates. A wonderful morning can begin, and every morning with him is wonderful.

***

Spencer spent the afternoon reviewing some tests while I prepared a plan and program for the academy's new generation. While I, on the other hand, spent the day lounging until we decided to order food regardless.

We were exhausted by sex. Despite this fatigue, I couldn't stop fantasizing about new rounds. Maybe I'm not so tired after all, and I could use some more - it was difficult to resist Spencer this morning, and I admire myself for doing so.

When I walked into the living room, Spencer was in complete disarray, with papers all over him and a frustrated expression on his face. "They copied the works, but the order of the words was changed..." he grumbles. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to have to shoot everyone down because of their laziness, when those people would one day save the world.

"I don't like giving negative points, but I have to because this is very bad behavior and... I don't want to get annoyed," he says as he folds the papers with the same essays with one hand. "Are you all right? Do you require some affection? "As he scanned my outfit, he turned to me and asked.

I was dressed in one of Spencer's older sweaters that reached right up to the middle of my thighs; it was colder in the apartment, probably because Spencer had turned on the air conditioner to cool himself down.

"I'm cold, and I need you to warm me up," I said innocently, looking him in the eyes. I almost laugh at my desperate behavior, hoping for more than cuddling. Now I was like him a few hours ago - although Spencer didn't seem to mind, he couldn't wait for me to let down my guard and ask him for something myself.

When I begged, he loved it.

"I can turn off the air conditioner and add another blanket if you want," come on, this isn't the time for your make-believe.

"Spence..." I take a breather. "Tell me, dear, what happened?" he inquired.

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it," I say at the same time, and Spencer just laughs.
"Looks like someone is desperate now, but it was a problem when I was," damn, he's right.

We walked towards the room, and I walked backwards until I felt the bed, at which point the kiss came to a halt while I removed my sweater, leaving me only in a white lace thong. I could feel the gaze on me, more specifically on my breasts, which stood so freely with prominent nipples. After all, the apartment was freezing.

Spencer quickly ran out of clothes as well; I didn't even notice when he stripped naked. He couldn't stand it any longer. We began a new kiss that was very different from the previous one; this one was more aggressive, full of lust and impatience.

His hands moved up and down my body, mostly resting on my chest. He was pulling and squeezing my nipples with his thumb, and the sensation of stimulation was enough to cause a nip orgasm. I was moaning like I was already taking him deep inside me, and we were only getting started.

"You like that, hmm?" he asked, responding. I mumble a mmmm, and the kiss breaks, and I feel his lips move down to my chest. I was reborn the moment he put one of his nipples in his mouth. He was sucking the same nipple as a small baby while making circular motions with one finger on my clit. I'm going to cum if this continues.

"Keep it up, Spence... Oh shit," I drew him closer to me with my hands, refusing to let him pull away and continue to suck. I ruffled his hair with my fingers while he ate the nipple more vigorously, nibbling it alternately.

A knot was forming in my stomach, which was gradually untangled; I'm about to cumulate, and I already know it will be overstimulation; I'm not protesting. My clitoris is already twice the size of the excitement, and I can feel myself pulsing beneath his touch.

He takes his mouth away from me for a moment to say something that will only embarrass me. "Know that I will destroy you after you cum."

As my moans filled the room, I began to tighten around his fingers. Despite the fact that the walls are thin, I felt no shame for being so loud; however, I feel sorry for his neighbors.

Spencer gave me only two minutes to come to my senses before jerking off his cock in front of me. His eight inches were so lovely that I felt like a real whore waiting for him to put it inside me. He placed his tip on my swollen clit and slid it a couple of times, looking for the appropriate reaction from me. He held it at the entrance as he pushed in slowly at first, just enough for me to get used to the sensation of being filled.

Following that, he assumed a merciless missionary pose. I liked this pose because it allowed me to focus on his beautiful face and the expressions he makes as he gives me his all. We were both panting with each new entrance and exit, we touched hands, and occasionally we kissed briefly. He kept his hands above me, rarely approaching me, and when he did, he usually rested his forehead on mine and used a different angle of penetration, providing me with even more pleasure.

"I want- ahhh- to be on top- spen- spence," I barely managed to say because of the speed with which he was approaching me. Almost relentlessly, spreading me further and causing me to begin to shrink around him.

"Is the beauty looking to cum? Hmmm, "He knew exactly what he was doing with those words, but it wasn't the right time. "We can switch when you cum," he added before shifting his position and placing a pillow under my ass. Everything picks up the moment he places his thumb on my clit and starts moving it.

Overstimulation is killing me; this is my second orgasm in less than a day, and who knows which one.

I begin to tighten my grip on his cock, causing him to moan loudly. As I cum all over him, we exchanged a few curse words. Spencer used it to flip me over and put me on top. He was leaning against the bed rail, while I was gradually figuring out the right rhythm for my part of the job.

To demonstrate to him that I am not a pillow princess. He was squeezing my hips with his hands, sometimes mercilessly pushing me against him; he couldn't stand that I was now in command. He enjoyed being in command.
I was also stimulating myself with these movements; my clitoris was still pulsing from the previous orgasm, and a new one was already in the works. I hope we can share this one; it was close, and I could feel it flickering inside me.

"Fuck Ally, keep it up- baby ah," he moaned as I began jumping faster and faster on his cock. This pace was killing us.

He stuck his tongue out, attempting to lick my nipples as soon as they were level with his mouth. One of his hands was squeezing my behind.

"Fuck Spence- I'm going to cum- fuck," I moaned once more, surprised that everything was happening so quickly and intensely. He sensed when I was nearing the end and took matters into his own hands, fucking me through my climax while waiting for his.

"I'm going to cum deep inside you and fuck you until you come off again, and then I'm going to break you apart again," he says. I fell into a trance after the third orgasm, which was separated by a few more entrances for him to finish. Warm liquid filled my insides, he pushed everything he could into me but it didn't come out, and most importantly, he didn't stop working. As we both tried to relax, he kept coming in and out.

"Fuck ally," he muttered into my neck as I moved up and down, not letting him fall but only lifting him back up.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me again," I say into his ear as I thrust deeper into him. I can feel how difficult it becomes; the process is lengthy but effective. The second round can begin after I feel its full effect in about thirty seconds.

"We're going back to missionary after that, now I want to fuck you from behind, you know what's wrong with you - on all fours love," he says filthily. I simply cannot oppose this.

He doesn't wait long after I arch my back so my ass is up before thrusting it into me without hesitation. My juices and his are mixing down my thighs. "Spence- I feel- so fulfilled," I say as I catch my breath from suppressing my screams.

"Perhaps I should pick up the pace a little bit, would my little one like that?" He doesn't even wait for an answer before starting to enter much faster with me. I reach under for the umpteenth time, teasing my tired clit. "It's over, love," Spencer exclaimed as she sensed me getting closer. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand it; this is my limit. After my orgasm, he transforms us into missionaries, placing one pillow under me once more. He lifts my legs on his shoulders after a few moves, only going deeper this way. His face is sweaty, and his hair is stuck to his brow, but he still looks sexy. He wasn't embarrassed to be loud; in fact, he relished it because he knew how much it turned me on.

His hand reached inside me once more, this time in search of the small blood vessel above the entrance. "I can't- I can't again," despite my great satisfaction, I already sound desperate.

"You can and want love," the order says. "I can make you cum three more times, but I'm going to stop now so you can rest." I'm losing track of time because I'm in a trance from my last orgasm of the day. I'm exhausted and aware that everything will be over in a matter of minutes.

"Ally, I'm going to fill you up with my cum - your ah - your cunt will look like this - artistic with my signature all over it," Spencer teased. He was finished after a couple of hard thrusts, and he continued to enter me more slowly until he had officially emptied himself inside me.

After a few seconds, he emerged, proudly holding the masterpiece he had just completed. "Let me take care of you, love," he said as he went to get a towel from the bathroom. He gently scooped up all the ooze from me, then simply ran water into the bathroom for both of us to bathe in.

"I love you Ally"