Intellectual Desires - part 2

You feel his eyes on you as you cook, his gaze making you aware of every move you make.

Calm down, YN.

You inhale deeply and try to focus on the task at hand, while Spencer Reid leans against the countertop, watching your every movement with keen interest.

“Smells delicious,” he says, breaking the silence as he lifts a finger to the corner of his mouth where a stray bit of sauce has landed.

The action is so innately sensual that you feel heat rush through your body.

You smile and thank him for the compliment, trying to ignore the way your heart accelerates whenever he’s near.

As you talk about your favorite books, you start to notice the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, the way his hands subtly tighten on the book he’s holding.

The conversation is stimulating and intellectual, but there’s an underlying tension that seems to thicken with each passing minute.

You discuss plot twists and character developments, your words overlapping as you both become increasingly passionate about the topic at hand.

“Oh, I absolutely love that series,” Spencer exclaims, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

His fingers trace invisible patterns on your arm as you discuss the latest book you’ve read, his touch electric against your skin.

Your breath catches in your throat and a wave of heat washes over you, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

You continue talking about your favorite authors and shared experiences within the world of literature, but it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable desire that crackles between you.

As the conversation progresses, the topic shifts from books to more personal experiences, revealing details about each other’s lives.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Spencer says with a laugh as you recount a particularly embarrassing incident from your college days.

The sound of his laughter is contagious, and soon both of you are laughing together, the tension dissipating for just a moment.

It isn’t long before it returns, however, thickening the air around you as if it were its own living entity.

You feel your body responding to him in ways you never have before - a tightness low in your belly, a warmth spreading through your chest, and a tingling sensation pooling between your legs.

“You’re incredible, YN,” he murmurs, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

His breath is warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I can’t hide it anymore, YN.

I’m falling for you.” There it is - the confession that sets your heart racing and your mind reeling.

For a moment, neither of you speaks.

The only sound in the room is the sizzling food on the stove as you both process his words and their implications.

Eventually, you turn to face him, your eyes searching his for any sign that he might be joking or exaggerating.

But there’s nothing but sincerity in those deep, soulful eyes, and it’s then that you realize the depth of your own feelings for him.

You’ve been blinded by the excitement of your newfound connection, afraid to admit just how much he means to you.

But now, with his words ringing in your ears, there is no denying the truth that lies between you.

Taking a deep breath, you step closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies and feeling the heat emanating from his skin.

“I’m falling for you too,” you whisper, your lips grazing against his ear as you speak.

The tension that has been building throughout the night finally reaches its breaking point, exploding into a flurry of passionate kisses and hungry touches.

Spencer’s hands are everywhere - on your face, in your hair, roaming over your curves with an urgency that leaves you breathless.

Your own hands explore his body, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt as you pull him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him pressed against you.

Your lips part and your tongues dance together, the taste of him igniting a fire deep within you.

As he reaches for the hem of your shirt and slowly slides it upward, revealing your naked skin beneath, you feel like you might combust from the sheer heat between you.

Spencer’s mouth moves down to your neck, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses along your collarbone as he inches lower and lower.

Your chest tightens in anticipation of what comes next, and when his tongue flicks against one hardened nipple, you let out a gasp that echoes through the room.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs between kisses, as his hands roam over your breasts, caressing them with a gentleness that belies the intensity of his touch.

You arch into him, urging him to continue, lost in the haze of pleasure and desire that has taken hold of you both.

As Spencer’s mouth moves lower still, tracing a path down your stomach, you feel your heart pound wildly in anticipation.

His hands slide beneath the waistband of your jeans, skimming along the sensitive skin at your hips as he inches them slowly down your legs.

You step out of your clothes and stand before him, naked and vulnerable but more alive than you’ve ever felt before.

Spencer’s eyes rake over your body with a mixture of hunger and reverence that sends shivers racing through you.

You feel completely exposed under his gaze, but there is no shame or fear - only an overwhelming desire to be closer to him.

His hands move up your thighs, lingering for just a moment at the sensitive skin behind your knees before continuing their journey towards the center of your longing.

As his fingers brush against the wetness that pools between your legs, you let out a whimper and lean into him, seeking relief from the aching desire that has overtaken you both.

Spencer’s touch is light and teasing at first, moving in slow circles around your most sensitive spot as he watches your reaction with hungry eyes.

You feel yourself growing wetter by the second, the tightness inside of you building with each brush of his fingers against your swollen flesh.

“You like that?” he asks, voice low and rough with desire.

“Tell me what you want.”

You struggle to find words, lost in the haze of pleasure and need that has enveloped you both.

But finally, you manage a breathless whisper: “Please, don’t stop.” The words are barely audible, but Spencer seems to understand as he leans forward to press his lips against your inner thigh.

His tongue swirls over your skin, tracing patterns that send shivers through your body before finally finding the source of your desire - your throbbing clit.

He teases and torments you with light flicks of his tongue, moving away just as you’re on the brink of release only to return with renewed determination.

You let out a moan that fills the room, your fingers tangling in Spencer’s hair as he continues to drive you towards ecstasy.

“Yes,” you whisper over and over again, each breathless utterance echoing your desperate need for release.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Spencer changes his tactics, moving lower to slip a finger inside of you while he continues to tease your swollen clit with his tongue.

The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm as pleasure washes over you in waves.

But just as you’re about to reach that elusive peak, Spencer pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and desperate for more.

He looks at you with a mischievous grin, his eyes dark with desire as he stands before you.

“Not yet,” he says in a voice thick with need.

“I want to savor this moment for just a little while longer.”

And so the dance continues, each of you taking turns exploring and pleasuring the other until both of your bodies are trembling with desire.

The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of passion and need as you teeter on the edge of ecstasy together.

As the night deepens and your bodies continue to crave each other’s touch, it becomes clear that there is no going back from this point - you are both irrevocably consumed by the fire that burns between you.

And with each whispered confession, each heated kiss, and every urgent caress, you know without a doubt that your story has only just begun…

The heat between you and Spencer is undeniable as you look into his eyes, seeing the same desire reflected in their depths.

The room seems to grow warmer by the second, filled with anticipation that borders on tangible.

This is it - the moment you’ve both been longing for but never dared to admit.

His hands roam your body, each touch setting your skin ablaze as he explores every curve and crevice in search of new thrills.

His lips trail hot kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers racing through you at the mere thought of what’s to come.

You feel your heart pounding wildly in anticipation as Spencer’s hands reach for the buttons on your blouse, slowly undoing them one by one while his gaze never leaves yours.

With each button that comes undone, a new wave of desire washes over you, leaving you desperate for more.

His fingers dance along the fabric before finally slipping underneath to skim across your bare skin.

Your eyes flutter closed as he traces patterns on your chest, teasing your nipples until they harden beneath his touch.

The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you can’t help but let out a low moan of pleasure.

“You like that?” he asks in a voice thick with desire, his eyes darkening as he watches your reaction.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the thundering of your heart.

Spencer leans forward to press his lips against your neck once more, his hands continuing their exploration as he trails kisses down your chest towards your breasts.

His mouth closes around one hardened nipple, suckling gently while his fingers tease the other, alternating between soft caresses and firm pinches that leave you trembling with need.

You arch into him, urging him to continue as he devotes all of his attention to your breasts, making you feel like the center of his universe.

As Spencer’s hands slide down your waist, his fingers find the button on your jeans and deftly undo it before sliding the zipper down with a low, satisfied hum.

He eases your pants over your hips and down your legs, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear.

You can feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh as he moves closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

His lips brush against the fabric covering your most sensitive spot, sending a jolt of electricity through you that leaves you gasping for breath.

“You’re incredible,” Spencer whispers, his voice raw with desire as he finally pulls down your underwear to reveal the wetness that pools between your legs.

You feel yourself growing even wetter at the sight of him looking at you so hungrily - a mixture of hunger and reverence in his eyes.

His fingers skim along the sensitive skin behind your knees, lingering for just a moment before continuing their journey towards the center of your longing.

As he brushes against the wetness between your legs, you let out a whimper and lean into him, seeking relief from the aching desire that has overtaken you both.

Spencer’s touch is light and teasing at first, moving in slow circles around your most sensitive spot as he watches your reaction with hungry eyes.

You feel yourself growing wetter by the second, the tightness inside of you building with each brush of his fingers against your swollen flesh.

“You like that?” he asks, voice low and rough with desire.

“Tell me what you want.”

Struggling to find words, lost in the haze of pleasure and need that has enveloped you both, you finally manage a breathless whisper: “Please, don’t stop.” The words are barely audible, but Spencer seems to understand as he leans forward to press his lips against your inner thigh.