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Let's Have Dinner	By : Deleted account Category: M through R > Pretty Little Liars Views: 6467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wren began to wake up and instinctively reached out to pull Spencer closer. The bed was empty. Of course she’s gone you daft bugger. It was an act of God that she stayed ‘til morning to begin with. You can’t love her, you have no future together. She’s here for distraction. And you let her, welcome her because the idea of her being touched by anyone who doesn’t worship her makes you see red. You welcome her like this because if this is all you ever have of her, this small piece, at least you will have had that. You poor sad bugger. Wren reset his alarm, rolled over, and tried to sleep before his shift.
“So how did this dream of yours begin?” Spencer’s voice asked. His favorite memories of the evening filled his mind. He let them play on, anxious to remember each detail, cement it firmly in case she never came back to him.
“Like this,” said Wren, flipping Spencer onto her back suddenly, causing her loose hair to fan out around her head. He straddled her with his legs and began devouring her mouth again, groping her everywhere. “Oh, wait, I’ll be right back.”
Spencer lay on the sofa and focused on regaining control of her breathing. Wren returned and straddled her again. He began to unbutton her shirt, pausing to kiss each patch of newly exposed skin. “Too slow,” mumbled Spencer, undoing his top buttons and pulling his shirt off over his head. “Much better,” she said, running her hands up and down his defined chest. “Slow can be good too, you know,” said Wren, pulling her up to finish removing her shirt. He gently lowered her back on the sofa. Not backing down, Spencer reached to unbuckle and unbutton his pants. Wren took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the arm of the sofa behind her head; “Patience, darling.”
“Patience isn’t one of my virtues,” pouted Spencer as she lifted her leg to rub against his inner thigh.
Wren returned to kissing her mouth. Spencer pulled her hands free and shoved Wren off her. They sat up, facing each other, Wren kneeling over her legs. Concerned, Wren asked, “Is something wrong?”
“Too many clothes,” said Spencer, smiling wickedly as she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and shimmed out of it. “Spencer, you scared me. I thought I had hurt you,” said Wren.
“Well, to be honest, I am a little sore from earlier. I may have been a little too vigorous when I was on top, but it just felt so damn good. I won’t be quite as rough next time”
“Spencer, let’s stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Who said anything about stopping? Besides,” she whispered in his ear, “I told you that I wanted to have you again before I had to leave.” She smiled and kissed Wren and lay down again, pulling him with her. Wren brushed her hair out of her face. “Are you certain? Just because you said that doesn’t mean that we have to continue. We can do whatever you want.”
“That’s not what I meant. I don’t feel like I made a promise to or anything. I want to have sex with you now. I want to know how you pictured us together in bed. I want you to show me what you did to me.” As if to prove her point, Spencer unzipped her skirt and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She ran her hands down his chest until she reached the waistband of his pants. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down as far as she could. “Please?”
“You’re incorrigible, insatiable and I find your argument to be irrefutable.” Spencer smiled. “But I’m going to be careful anyway. Careful and slow. If you feel any pain at all, we’re stopping, no argument.”
“I knew you would see it my way,” gloated Spencer. They kissed, forgetting for the moment about going any further. Eventually, Wren stood up, his pants falling off in the process. I can’t believe Spencer’s lying nearly naked on my sofa, talking about us having a next time, thought Wren. He squatted a little and slid his arms beneath her, lifting her up as he stood. Wren carried her into his bedroom.
Wren tenderly placed Spencer on the bed. Spencer saw the bedroom was lit only by candles. It looked like a hundred candles on every flat surface. Wren lay on his side next to her and positioned his left arm to under Spencer’s head and leaned on his elbow to face her. Wren pulled her legs towards him, angling her hips up and draping her legs over his hips, aligning his trapped hardened penis with the hot damp area of her cotton underwear. He slipped his hand under the fabric covering her butt and rubbed and squeezed gently, moving slowly under the elastic from her butt to her front and back. He pulled his penis through the slit in his shorts. Wren parted Spencer’s legs a little by running his right hand down the inside of her right thigh. Wren moved the wet fabric of her underwear to the side and brushed her with his fingers and thumb, each movement tantalizingly slow. The tip of Wren’s penis entered Spencer slowly, teasing. Spencer exhaled rapidly at the slick, soft touch. Wren slowly removed himself, and repeated his gentle entry over and over. Spencer panted and moaned. Wren pulled the elastic band of Spencer’s underwear up the outside of her left thigh, never moving his gaze from her eyes. Spencer lifted her hips to allow Wren to finish pulling her soaked underwear up and off her legs. Wren outlined her breasts with his fingers before taking one into his mouth. His tongue circled her nipple as he sucked. Spencer watched him suck her breast and moaned, arching her back to press her breast into his mouth more. He rubbed his tongue over her hard nipple as his listened to her soft pleasured sounds. Wren moved his right hand from her shoulder, along her arm to her wrist. He placed Spencer’s hand on her stomach, at the line where her knickers used to be. Wren kissed the side of Spencer’s breast and glanced at her reaction. Spencer looked a little surprised but didn’t break her hungry gaze. Wren inserted a finger into her, slipping into the wet heat. A second finger slipped in and he pumped so slowly, twisting a little to run his thumb along her lips. He pulled his fingers out and gently entered her until just the tip of his penis was inside of her. He kissed her mouth and placed his wet right hand to overlap Spencer’s hand and her vulva. Wren pressed his hand and hers into Spencer’s body, rubbing into her in a gentle circle, and thrust into her shallow and slow. He continued his shallow strokes inside her, never more than the top third of him inside, never increasing the speed. He occasionally slowed his hand to focus on kissing her as her mouth parted and her moans escaped. “You’re so tight and wet. Will you come for me?”
“yes” Spencer panted. Wren moved their hands in tighter circles, pressing her a little more. He continued his shallow thrusts a little faster and Spencer’s hips tried to rise to meet his thrusts, take him further inside but Wren’s hand kept her in place, preventing the deeper penetration.
“Later, darling, later; do you want me to go faster?”
“No, just—keep—” Wren’s finger slipped over her hood. “—ah—keep—going,” panted Spencer. Wren moved over her hood again and again. Wren felt Spencer contract around his head and Wren continued without changing through her orgasm, listening to her screaming his name while trying to remember cricket statistics until he could hold off no longer and came, shooting his cum into her.
Wren withdrew out of her and pulled her naked body to rest on top of him as he positioned himself to lean against the headboard. Spencer’s head lay on his left shoulder. Wren ran his fingers over her stomach as their breathing returned to normal. They laughed and talked nonsense as Wren grazed his fingers along her body, drawing lazily along her breasts and arms. “Where did that come from? That position?”
“I must have read about the position in a magazine or something. Once I met you, the uh--dreams started. You—uh—enjoyed that position in them.”
“You must be psychic then. I definitely enjoyed that position.”
“If I wasn’t a doctor, I’d say I was having visions of the future.” He watched her face for a reaction, holding back the urge to tell her it was fate, about the just as vivid but non-sexual dreams he had about them together. She joked back.
“So, in these visions of yours, what was my favorite position?”
“Well, I don’t know about a favorite. Lying like this—uh—you enjoyed quite a bit.”
“Did I? What about it did I like?” she ask, wiggling her hips a little against him. “Did I like that?” she asked, using her hands to lift her hips and graze her ass up and down his penis, causing the dip of her buttcheeks to part a little as she moved. Wren pressed his palm into her stomach, bringing her hips back into his body. She turned her head to kiss the corner of his mouth. They deepened the kiss, becoming more urgent. “Are you ready to go again?”
“In a little while I will.” He moved his palm down her body, but stopped before continuing lower. “May I touch you?” She nodded and parted her legs a little, anticipating his touch.
She watched his right hand return to her vulva. Wren watched Spencer’s face, learning what strokes she like best as her back arched away from his chest and her legs spread wider. Without control Spencer’s hips bucked her into his hand. Hot droplets landed on the base of Wren’s penis. “I need you now—Wren—I need you—inside—of me,” panted Spencer.
The blaring alarm woke Wren. I need a long cold shower.
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Without a party to go to, Spencer settled into her normal Saturday night routine: homework. Wren had called to check on her. She was still sore, but she didn’t explain that she liked the soreness, that being sore reminded her of him. She lay on her stomach on her bed, focused on finishing her notes on the assigned readings. She found the material easy and redundant, but it had to be done.
She watched his right hand return to her vulva. Wren watched Spencer’s face, stroking her, exploring her lips, her hooded clitoris. Her back arched away from his chest and her legs spread wider. Without control Spencer’s hips bucked her into his hand. Tiny hot droplets landed on the base of Wren’s penis. “I need you now—Wren—I need you—inside—of me,” panted Spencer.
“Spencer, you’re going to come like this.” Wren moved his hand faster.
“Wren—oh—god—Wren faster.” Wren responded and added his left hand to fondle her left breast. He moved to her hood, gently and quickly moving over it. Spencer writhed on top of him, their bodies in complete contact. “Oh—Wren—I—oh!” Spencer shook on top of him, her head thrown back. Wren watched her face as she experienced waves of pleasure.
Once she finished, Wren slipped out from beneath her, stood, and pulled off his shorts. “Are you warm enough?”
“I’m a little cold.” Wren grabbed a soft blanket and completely covered Spencer’s naked body. He sat at her feet and began to massage her foot. “Spencer, your feet are freezing!”
“Well, my blood went to other body parts.” Wren added warm rose-scented lotion to her foot massage, working the lotion into the sole of her foot and deep into her calves. Spencer moaned. Wren’s hands worked further up her leg, stopping mid-thigh. Spencer looked mildly annoyed. Wren replaced the blanket over Spencer’s limp leg and started massaging her other foot. Wren worked her leg between his hands, uncovering her as he moved up slowly along her leg to her hipbone. Wren lightly grazed her skin from one hipbone to the other. Spencer moaned. “Roll onto your stomach.”
Wren replaced the blanket over her completely and straddled her on his knees. Her moved her long hair aside and pulled the blanket down below her shoulder blades. Wren leaned over her, pressing his penis into her back and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to rub your bursa sac.” Spencer giggled. Wren kissed her behind her ear and sucked gently. Wren continued to massage her neck and shoulders. He rested his body against hers and pulled the blanket down further, exposing Spencer’s back. Spencer shuddered. Wren pulled her arms out to the sides and rubbed them down with lotion. As he moved above her, the tip of his semi-hardened penis grazed her back like a wet feather, the soft wet skin briefly touching her on one side, then the other, then against the side of her breast as massaged her. He made his way slowly down her back, working any remaining tension from out of each muscle. Wren worked her low back and butt loose before slipping a hand between Spencer and the bed. Wren’s penis hardened as he grinded himself into Spencer’s butt, moving their hips in a slow circle, causing her vulva to press and rub into his hand beneath her. “Oh—Wren,” moaned Spencer. Wren continued, feeling Spencer twitch and roll beneath the blanket. “Wren—I—want you—inside me.” Wren continued until she came, barely able to restrain himself from coming too. Wren pulled away and stood. “Roll on to your back now.” The remaining blanket fell aside to reveal her again. Wren took hold of Spencer’s hips and butt, dragging her to the edge of the bed and left her spread legs dangling over the edge. “Wren, I think I’ll fall.”
“I’m holding you. I won’t let you fall.” Wren knelt on the floor between Spencer’s legs. “You trust me?”
Spencer nodded, “yes,” she said, still riding out the end of her orgasm. Wren glanced down and saw how wet she was. “Spencer you’re so beautiful,” said Wren and briefly kissed the soft flesh above there.
“Spencer, Spence honey, are you up here? There you are, didn’t you hear me calling?”
“Yeah, Mom? Sorry, I must have zoned out for a moment.”
“Your father and I are ordering out, have you had dinner?”
“Yes, I ate earlier with Hanna and Emily.”
“Okay. Well, remember to take breaks from studying. Statistically you remember more material if you take a 10 minute break every hour.”
“Okay, I will. Thanks, Mom,” replied Spencer. Once Spencer heard Veronica’s footsteps recede, she returned to the memory of last night.
Wren positioned his tip just outside of her and entered her, filling her. Wren thrust into her slowly again and again. “Will you touch your breasts for me?” Spencer began to slowly tease the skin beneath her breasts. She cupped her breasts and gently squeezed, moving her thumbs around the hard nipples. Spencer moaned and said, “Why aren’t you inside me?”
“I want to remember you like this forever.” Spencer smiled.
“For your spank bank?”
“Indeed, among other things,” said Wren. Spencer giggled and bit her lip. Wren leaned forward and kissed her. Wren held Spencer’s gaze as he re-entered her, thrusting deeper, rolling his hips to move gently inside of her. Wren used his free hands to gently squeeze her butt. “Please, faster Wren,” begged Spencer. Wren softly traced small circles without touching her clitoris, building a slow rhythm in time with each roll. “Oh—touch me more Wren,” cried Spencer as she continued to play with her breasts, moving her fingers quickly now. Wren moved faster and played his fingers across her, rubbing her clitoris quickly with gentle pressure. Wren felt her contract around him as her back arched. Wren continued his pace and came just after her climax. He collapsed onto her stomach for a moment before lying next to her on the bed. He pulled up towards the headboard again so she wouldn’t slide off the bed. “Wow, Wren, wow—I don’t think I can move. I’m floating. ” Wren smiled.
Hanna was right, thought Spencer, damn that was great sex
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A video started to play on a computer screen. It was a dark bedroom lit by candles. Two black hooded figures ate popcorn while watching the screen intently.
Panting, a couple lay together on the bed as their breathing returned to normal. Spencer rolled on to her side to face him. “I’m giving you ten minutes. Then we’re going to do that again. Spencer got up and left Wren in the bedroom. Wren woke up when Spencer straddled him and kissed him. He rolled them so that he was on top and between her legs. “So beautiful,” said Wren, holding Spencer’s gaze as he raised his chest off of her. Wren entered her swiftly, and pulled Spencer’s legs to wrap around his waist. Wren watched Spencer’s face and waited a moment. Spencer pulled Wren’s backside closer and squeezed her legs around him. Wren leaned over her and nibbled the skin beneath one breast, kissing slowly, teasing the hardened nipple. They kissed and Wren began slowly thrusting into her. Spencer rolled them so they lay on their sides. Each thrust created intense pleasure, and soon Spencer was panting, writhing and losing control next to Wren. Their kisses were messy as they each tried to capture the other’s mouth between their gasps.
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