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Even after months of dating you still got excited when you knew Spencer would walk through your door any minute now. Today your heart was fluttering especially hard, unable to wait much longer to see your boyfriend's reaction to your outfit choice. A final look in the mirror let a wide smile spread over your face.
Spencer had never seen you in a skirt that short and you really wanted to know what he'd have to say about it.
When you heard the door to your apartment opening, you walked over to greet your boyfriend with an innocent peck on his lips.
"Are you hungry? I can prepare something for you," you chirped as you attempted to walk over to the kitchen.
Spencer was quick to grab your arm, hindering you from walking away.
"Not so fast, young lady," he chuckled as he unabashedly checked out your body. "What are you wearing?"
"I bought a new skirt!" You announced.
"I can see that."
You turned around to allow him to take a better look at you, snickering, "Do you like it? I think it looks cute."
"I do like it. But cute is not the word I'd use to describe it," he told you.
The smirk forming on his face gave away how much he appreciated your outfit. His hands found their home on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no distance to be found between the two of you. You couldn’t hold back your giggles when you realized that your plan of getting his attention with your new skirt had worked.
Leaning down to find your ear he whispered, "No need to act all innocent when you look so sinful ."
"I don't know what you mean," you lied, pressing your body further against his until you could feel the growing bulge in his pants.
"Are you sure about that?" He purred as he let both of his hands wander down until they reached the hem of your skirt.
Skillful fingers pushed the fabric up to feel the bare curve of your backside, revealing what Spencer had already suspected.
"Did you forget to put on panties?"
He squeezed your flesh harder than you'd expected, letting a gasp escape your throat. Any coherent thought quickly left your mind and Spencer was aware of that.
"My sweet girl," he playfully mocked you. "Not even able to dress yourself properly."
You swung your arms around his neck as your knees became weaker with every second passing. He knew exactly what his teasing would do to you and he also knew that it was the reason for you to wear such a daring piece of clothing in the first place.
"Did you forget how to use your words, too?"
"No," you protested and paused as you attempted to come up with a witty response but your head was empty.
"It's okay," Spencer cooed. "I know exactly what you need."
He found your lips in a hungry kiss while walking you backwards until you collided with the dining table. Your whole body was burning for his touch and he showed no hesitation to grant you some exactly that. When you attempted to sit on the table he grabbed your hips to stop you. You found his eyes, unsure of what he had in mind.
That changed quickly once he turned you around and demanded, "Be a good girl for me and bend over ."
With one firm hand pushing against your shoulder blades he brought you into the position he wanted you in. Your forearms met the cool wood of the dining table, building a contrast to the heat rushing through your body. Spencer stepped back to take a moment to look at you.
"You look so pretty," he groaned before his hands made contact with your body once more.
"Please," you begged him to end your misery.
Slowly he pushed your skirt over your hips, exposing your skin. One of his hands moved over the curve of your backside, burying his fingertips into your supple flesh before moving them between your legs. When he found that your arousal had already coated your skin, a deep groan left his throat.
"How are you already that wet?"
His fingertips parted your folds, carefully exploring you without granting you any relief. Instead of responding to his question, only whimpers fell from your lips. Little did he know that you had already been dripping with desire the moment he stepped through your door.
He removed his hand and demanded, "Answer me."
You turned your head to be able to look at him from the corners or your eyes and whispered, "I was getting excited for you to get home."
You felt him pushing his hips against yours, his clothed hardness pressing into your skin. He knew exactly what you wanted but he still wasn't done teasing you when he asked, "Is that all?"
His hands flew to your waist, gliding underneath your shirt to feel more of you. Despite already feeling light-headed you knew that he wouldn't end his torture until you would tell him exactly what you wanted.
"I want you to…," you began but were interrupted by a moan falling from your lips when you felt his fingers brushing over your breasts.
"So desperate," he chuckled.
After taking a deep breath, you tried as hard as you could to find your words. You were certain you’d completely lose your mind if you didn’t feel him inside you soon.
"Fuck me, please," you begged. "Please, Spencer. I need you."
The sound of him undoing his belt made you even more desperate. It took him just a few seconds to let his pants drop to the floor but it seemed like an eternity to you. When the tip of his cock made contact with your wetness, you instantly tilted your hips to let him glide into you.
"Here,” he groaned. “Take it like a good girl ."
He pushed into you with one swift motion, finding no resistance from your body. You were ready to take all of him in, eager to finally be completely filled out by him. When he reached your deepest point, he took a moment to appreciate the sensation of being enveloped by you.
Without a warning he began pushing into you at a ruthless pace. Spencer was aware how pleasurable that angle was for you, having no reason to hold back. You couldn't hold yourself up on your elbows anymore, your upper body lying almost flat on the wooden surface of the table. The piece of furniture shook from the force Spencer was displaying but neither of you seemed to care.
The room quickly filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure and your bodies colliding over and over again. For a moment you envied Spencer’s position. There was hardly anything you loved more than watching his cock disappearing inside your body. You were sure that he was mesmerized by that sight right then.
Closing your eyes, you focussed on the sensation of him pushing into you. You were at his mercy, unable to move away as he gripped your hips tightly to take you more forcefully than ever. With each thrust he reached your deepest point, stretching your walls in the best way imaginable.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning your head until he could see the side of your face. His cheeks were flushed and his chest was heaving as he moved against you but you were sure he had never looked more beautiful.
Without slowing down, he purred, "Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes," you sighed.
You wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, how much you appreciated him always taking care of you like that. But no words made it past your lips, the pleasure clouding your mind making it impossible to speak. You hoped that Spencer knew anyway.
"You feel so good," he cooed. "So fucking good for me."
When he got dangerously close to his breaking point, he slowed down his motions.
"Don't stop," you whimpered. "Come inside me, please."
" Fuck !"
That was the last thing you heard before he began thrusting into you almost erratically until you felt him sharing his essence with you. The sensation of him losing himself inside you pushed you over the edge as well, each of his throbs answered by you pulsing around him.
When he had nothing left to give, he stepped back, removing himself from you. You whined at the loss of contact but he was quick to soothe you by wrapping his arms around you as soon as you were back on your feet.
"Are you okay, love?" He whispered before softly kissing your cheek.
"Yes, just gotta clean up."
Spencer told you to wait for a second while he disappeared in the bathroom just to return with a damp washcloth moments later. He motioned for you to sit down on the dining table, finding your mouth in a sweet kiss before beginning to carefully rid you of the evidence of your shared desire. When he was done, you wanted to get up but he hindered you from moving away.
He smirked at you and let you know, "I'm not done with you yet."
He grabbed a chair to sit down in front of you, spreading your legs further to make room for him. As he began kissing up your thigh, you knew one thing for sure - you definitely needed to buy more skirts.