make it last - crash adams

The first time Reid invited me into his apartment, I didn't get past the kitchen.
Based on the way we were kissing now, I wasn't sure I was going to get any further now.
He was so close to me, our hips pressed together. Even with my heels on he was still several inches taller than me. I liked that, I thought absently.

"Reid," I said, barely more than a whisper. He pulled back and looked at me.

"I never got to see the rest of your apartment," I said with mock nonchalance. Understanding flickered through his hazel eyes. Without a word, he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Reid!" I laughed, surprised. I was amazed at the ease with which he carried me down the hallway and into his room. Dull lights flickered on and Reid placed me on the bed. White sheets, white walls. A bookshelf that looks like it was about to explode. That's all I could register before I got distracted Reid, who was looking at me the way one might look at a Monet. 

I kicked my heels off to the side. Then, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled him toward me. Button by button I undid his shirt. He shrugged it off. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I drew him back onto a kiss. 

His fingers found the zipper on the back of my dress and I let it fall off me as if escaping a chrysalis. I broke the kiss for a moment to slide it all the way off. 

At this point, I decided we were unevenly naked. I pulled Reid down on the bed and climbed on top of him in just my black bra and panties.

I undid his pants and pulled them off. He was hard. And even through his grey boxers, one thing was very apparent: he was big. 

A soft "oh my god," slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I flicked my gaze up to see his reaction. He looked amused. I moved up and kissed him again, as hard as I could. I had to make up for all the times I sat in the conference room imagine exactly this. It was finally happening. To be honest, I couldn't be sure I wasn't dreaming. 

With both hands, Reid undid my bra and I sat up to take it off. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I was almost glad he didn't because the look of appreciation in his eyes was better than anything words he could've offered. He slid his hands up my body to my breasts. He moved a thumb over my nipple and looked up at me.

The pressure against my thigh was getting harder to avoid, even if I had wanted to. As it were, I felt the hot blood in chest flood outward pleasantly from my heart as I grabbed Reid's heavy cock. His breath caught as I pumped my hand over it, up and down, up and down. He tilted his head back and I kissed his neck. My lips trailed down to the intersection of his neck and his shoulder. I sucked there, letting my teeth scrape lightly over the delicate skin.
Reid brought his hand down to the one wrapped his him. I lifted my hips and let his guide his cock into me.

"Spencer, oh my god." Slowly at first, I lifted myself up and then let myself sink down again. With every stroke, the pace increased. His hands gripped my hips and my chest rose and fell with every breath.

"Fuck, Maya," Reid breathed. Wait, did he just swear? I froze the movement of my hips.

"Did you just swear?" I asked, scandalized.

"Really? Are you going to make this a thing? Now?" He was trying to sound annoyed but he was too cute. Grinning, I leaned over his body and kissed him. 

I broke the kiss to say something, another lighthearted jibe, but before I knew what was happening, Reid flipped us over so he was on top. With his hands on either side of me, he thrust deeply into me. My own hands tangled in his soft white sheets. A moan escaped my parted lips.

I didn't last much longer. Soon I could feel my thighs clenching, a mounting tightness in the pit of my stomach. I clutched Reid's back, drawing him close. 

"Fuck, Spencer. Don't stop," I begged. I caught a sly smirk and he moved faster. In the next instant, I was cuming, Reid's cock deep inside me. He wasn't far behind.

Few things, I thought to myself, were as good as watching Spencer Reid come undone. At work, he was almost always put-together and overprepared. To see him lost, wanton, over me no less, was the most attractive thing I could imagine.