Chapter 52: Anniversary*

I wake up a few hours later, completely disoriented. I look around and find Spencer sitting next to me, on his laptop. He looks over at me and smiles "hey, baby, how are you feeling?" I stretch and groan and tell him "I feel pretty good. Rested." Spencer shuts his laptop and sets it in his bag next to the bed. I yawn again and ask him "what were you working on?" Spencer responds "hmm? Oh the team wanted me to consult on the case. They were hitting a bit of a dead end. Nothing too major, though, I think we got it figured out." I close my eyes again as I tell him "that sounds good, bubs." Spencer seems nervous as he asks me "Annie..um..I just wanted to ask you what you remember from before you fell asleep?" I open my eyes, a bit concerned by the question. I tell him "uh we had an intense scene. You spanked me and then used my throat like a flesh light. Then you put aloe on my ass and we went to sleep." Spencer looks relieved and says "okay, good." I sit up now, very worried about why Spencer felt the need to ask me that. I ask him "why? Why wouldn't I remember that?" Spencer sighs and says "I was just afraid I pushed you too hard. I think you were in sub space after everything was over." I furrow my brow and ask "sub space?" Spencer nods and begins to ramble to me "it's the state of like a-a heightened euphoria a submissive partner can get during a BDSM scene, like a high. Y-you'll feel...feel like you're floating and just totally submit and trust in your dominating partner. It-it's a good thing, but you have to be extremely careful with it because it can really alter consent for the submissive. Does that all..make sense?" He gulps after his rambling comes to an end. I nod slowly and ask "so..so you think I had this-this high after everything was done?" Spencer nods quickly and says "you didn't exhibit signs until the aftercare stage. It's just strange to see you so...so um..relaxed..after a scene like that in which you did not have an orgasm." I nod, understanding his concern now. I tell him "I mean, I felt fine the whole time. I felt like I had control for the most part because I know it takes one word from me and we stop whatever it is we are doing. I know you aren't going to hurt me. Well...not in a way I don't want you to, anyway." Spencer chuckles in response and looks down briefly. He responds, looking back to me, "yes, I would never hurt you. Not in a non BDSM kinky way." I get up and go to straddle him again, looping my arms around his neck "and I love you for that." Spencer loops his arms around my back, holding me close. He tells me "I love you, too, Annie." We gently lock our lips, nothing but love between us in that moment. Eventually, we pull away and I ask Spencer "what time is it?" He says "it's a little after 4 pm. Our dinner reservations are at 6 and the show starts at 8. While you were asleep, your brother texted you and told you he got the tickets handled. He also said the show starts at 8 and if we are late they won't let us in." I nod, sounds about right. I absolutely don't mind at all that he checked my phone while I was sleeping. We have a very trusting relationship. A lot of times I have to check his phone while he's busy in case he gets called in for work and needs to know as soon as possible. It's only fair he knows my passcode and can check mine when I get time sensitive notifications. He's never abused that privilege and neither have I. Even when I was afraid he was cheating on me when he was really just planning the proposal and acting weird. I move to get off his lap and tell him "I better start to get ready then. How far are our reservations?" Spencer hums "we should probably leave here by 5:30 to get there with a few minutes to spare. So shoot to be ready by 5:15." He shoots me a wink at that and I narrow my eyes a bit at his insinuation that I tend to run late. He's not wrong, I do tend to run late, I just don't appreciate the insinuation. I go to the bathroom and start on my hair and makeup, still in just Spencer's t shirt, while I hear him pull his laptop back out and start typing away. I decide to listen to the music from Chicago while I get ready so I can hype myself up. My favorite song from the musical is "Cell Block Tango" and I can't wait for Spencer's reaction to that song. Honestly the entire musical is kind of sexy so his reaction to the entire thing will be interesting to see. I'm singing along to it and dancing while I am putting on my makeup. Spencer comes around the corner after a few minutes and says with a shocked look "'some guys just can't hold their arsenic'?!" I giggle and say "the moral of this song is don't cheat on your girl." Spencer shakes his head "no no, the first one killed her husband for 'popping' his gum?" I nod as I look in the mirror, applying my blush. I tell him "yeah that was a bit extra, I will admit. So you know nothing about this musical?" He scoffs and says "well now I know it's about women who are murderers in Chicago." I point my makeup brush in my hand at him and say "bingo. Good inferencing." Spencer chuckles and shakes his head, walking back into the bedroom. I continue putting on my makeup. By the time I'm applying eyeshadow, the Hungarian girl is speaking in the song. I've never really known what she says but I know she is presumed to be the only innocent woman in the song. Spencer comes around the corner and says "sounds like she was trying to proclaim her innocence and not confessing to the crime like the other women." I nod "yeah, she's innocent." Spencer furrows his brow "do you speak Hungarian?" I shake my head "google is a wonderful wonderful thing, Spence." He rolls his eyes at me and starts to walk back into the bedroom. I then ask him "wait, do you speak Hungarian?" Spencer shrugs "I know enough to make inferences but I'm not fluent." My jaw drops in surprise. I tell him "add that to the list of things I still didn't know about you." Spencer chuckles "when I was even more introverted than I am now, I used to try to learn languages for fun. My pronunciations may not be good for most other languages, but I can understand and read them fairly well for the most part." I nod "your eidetic memory has got to help you with that. I learned some Spanish in high school, like most teens do, but I'm far from fluent after years of classes and training. I went on mission trips in college and my basic understanding helped a lot. I was one of the translators for our group, but that's mainly because I had the most training of the group from the United States. The people who were native to the countries we visited and were like in charge of the mission trip were the main translators. I just helped in a pinch." Spencer smiles "I never knew you could speak Spanish." I laugh "again, not fluently, just a basic understanding is all." Spencer continues smiling and says "that's still pretty cool." I turn to him and scoff "you're such a nerd, knowledge is so sexy to you." Spencer looks down and does that thing where he covers his teeth with his mouth and makes a straight line smile. After a beat he nods and I giggle, turning and kissing him on the cheek. I tell him "me too, that's one of the reasons I'm so attracted to you." Spencer blushes and asks "was it my looks or my knowledge that first got your attention?" I hum "well probably your personality more than anything. You were practically dying in a hospital bed when I met you the first time so my first immediate thought definitely wasn't 'I want to jump this man's bones right this second,' because you probably would have died and that's also very unprofessional. Though, I will admit, my first time seeing you not as a patient, you did take my breath away." Spencer's face is bright pink now and he starts to ramble "I-I'm glad it wasn't my knowledge or my l-looks that first got your attention because if I get old or ever develop schizophrenia, th-then my personality on my good days might be the only thing I'll have left that I can depend on." I turn to him and lift his chin so he will look into my eyes. I tell him "Spencer, you don't know if that's going to happen. I understand your concern, I really do. Even if you do end up with a diagnosis, your mom kept her intelligence and her looks. Yes, the schizophrenia definitely has taken a toll on her, but she's still the same brilliant woman. You're 28 now and you've never exhibited any signs, so that's good. Even if you get diagnosed with it one day, I will always be right here. I will never leave your side. Ever. We will figure it all out like we have everything else thus far in our relationship, together." Spencer nods, his eyes watering. I smile up at him and tell him "if you cry, then I cry and I just finished my makeup." He laughs and nods wiping his eyes and his cheeks. I lean up, kissing him just once on the lips and tell him "I love you, Spence. I'm not going anywhere. You are stuck with me for the rest of our lives. Women typically live longer than men, statistically, so you probably are stuck with me until the end of your life. Then I'll just have to find a way to manage without you." Spencer chuckles and says "I can't imagine life without you anymore." I smile softly "hopefully you never have to. Okay let me get changed and then we can head out." Spencer nods, stepping aside so I could exit the bathroom. I am wearing a long sleeved light green mini dress that's satin and ruched throughout the majority of the dress. I'm wearing my Louboutins from Rossi and my long black coat. I opt for one pair of simple dangly earrings and the tourmaline necklace from Spencer. I wear three stacked bangles on my left hand and, of course, my engagement ring. Spencer is in gray dress pants, his black button down, and his red bottoms. I make sure the first few buttons are undone on the shirt and the collar is bloused a bit. He also has a long black coat to wear over his clothes. He's styled his hair just how I like it and he looks amazing. I bite my lip and eye him up and down, not hiding my lust in the slightest. Spencer chuckles at my gawking and says "take a picture, it'll last longer." I nod and pull out my phone, taking a picture of him standing there. He just rolls his eyes and offers me his hand. Spencer tells me as I walk over to him "you look absolutely beautiful, baby." I blush and thank him. I have a small crossbody bag over my left shoulder that just holds some lipstick, my mini wallet with my ID, one card, some cash, and the room key, and my phone. Spencer is on my right, holding my hand, as we leave the hotel room and head to our anniversary dinner. Spencer calls an Uber on his phone while we walk and I ask him "I guess we have to decide which anniversary will be like our actual anniversary. This is the anniversary of when we first met. Our anniversary of being 'official' isn't for another few weeks." Spencer shrugs "who says we can't celebrate both?" I smile at the idea. I tell him "well, after we get married that will probably be the only anniversary we celebrate every year." Spencer nods, "if that's what you want. I'm always looking for reasons to celebrate you, though." I smile shyly and feel my cheeks heat up at that. The Uber pulls up and Spencer asks him "who are you picking up?" The Uber driver is a woman who looks to be around 30 or 40. She responds "hi! I'm picking up Spencer." Spencer nods and opens the back door of the car for me, ever the gentleman. We sit quietly in the back. The woman is very personable and asking questions, I let Spencer do most of the talking while I watch the night life. He's much more careful about what information we should or shouldn't divulge. At one point the woman asks "are you two staying at that hotel?" Before I can respond, Spencer squeezes my hand and tells her "no actually, we were just visiting some friends there before dinner. They'll be joining us later tonight." I keep my face neutral and decide to ask him about that lie later. The woman tells us she's an actress but she walks dogs and drives for Uber in addition to a few other odd jobs to make ends meet when she's not working in a show or play. We arrive at our destination and Spencer and I exit the car, thanking the woman. We walk up to the restaurant and I tell Spencer "be sure to tip her, she was nice and friendly." Spencer nods "she asked a lot of questions, though." I nod and say "yeah I didn't think much of it. What the heck was with that lie, though?" Spencer gives me a serious expression as he tells me "we don't need anybody knowing where we are staying and, just in case she wasn't as harmless as she seemed, we needed to be sure she thought we would be missed by somebody later." I nod, makes sense. Spencer continues "it may be over the top, but I don't want a repeat of anything like Vegas." I give him a soft, sad smile and nod as we make our way to the hostess station of the restaurant. Spencer tells the hostess "Reid, party of 2" when she asks for his name. She flashes a smile and nods, leading us to our table. The room is dimly lit, but not so dim that you can't see to walk to your table or around the room. There's a few other tables and some light instrumental music. The table has a white table cloth and a candle lit in the center of it. Spencer pulls my chair out and pushes it in for me, then moves to sit in his chair after. I smile and gently grab his hand on the table. I tell him "this place is beautiful, I love it already, Spence." He tells me "it's not as beautiful as you." I blush and tell him "you are so cheesy...but I love it." Spencer smirks, not looking back up, "I know you do." We look through the menu. After a few minutes, Spencer asks me if I want to drink wine or just get something nonalcoholic. I tell him "let's each get a glass of wine and some water. You pick what kind, you definitely know wine better than I do." Spencer smiles and nods, now looking through the wine list. Our waiter approaches, an older man with white hair, a white mustache, and rectangular rimless glasses. He smiles at us and tells us his name is Frank before asking us what we would like to drink. Spencer orders us two glasses of a white wine, a Riesling I think, in some language I don't know. Again, I trust his judgment. Frank smiles and nods, walking away to get our drink order. I ask Spencer what he wants to get. He tells me "I think the filet. What looks good to you, angel?" I blush at the nickname and look down as I respond "I think I want this chicken pasta dish." Spencer nods, not at all surprised by my choice. Spencer asks me "why don't you like steak? You always order chicken or fish." I shrug "I can be a very cheap date, I guess. I just don't like the taste of beef or pork as much for the most part. I'm always very happy with chicken and pasta." Spencer smiles and nods, ready to give our orders when the waiter returns. When the waiter returns, Spencer orders for us. Spencer requests the filet cooked medium rare with a side of asparagus and potatoes. My order consists of the chicken pasta dish with a side Caesar salad. Frank doesn't write anything down and goes to take our order back to the kitchen. I look at Spencer and laugh "his memory is way better than mine is." Spencer gives me a smirk before saying "but it's not better than mine." I narrow my eyes at him and laugh at the lack of humility he has. I slowly sip the wine, I hope it wasn't very expensive because it's not that good to me. Spencer and I talk about our trip and also some wedding things. He asks me "so I'm surprised you changed your mind about bridesmaids. Emily, JJ, and Garcia are your bridesmaids as well now?" I nod "initially I wanted it small, but we've become so close I can't imagine not including them. Who are you having as groomsmen?" Spencer responds "Morgan will be my best man, and then Hotch, Rossi, and I actually wanted to ask your brothers if they wanted to be included?" I smile softly "that's so sweet, Spence. I'm sure they would love to be included." Spencer blushes and smiles in response. He then tells me "I want to invite Gideon, but I'm not sure he will come." I furrow my brow as I sip my wine. I ask "why not?" Spencer fumbles with his words before he says "he's just kind of a introverted guy. I haven't really seen him since he left the team." I nod "well, invite him and we can hope for the best. The ball will be in his court then." Spencer narrows his eyes at me "you know I hate sports analogies." I laugh in response as our food arrives. Frank didn't miss anything, the food is perfect. After Spencer and I have both taken our first bite, Frank returns and asks "so how is everything?" I respond "it's absolutely amazing. You did a great job remembering everything." Frank chuckles "years of practice, my dear. Can I get you two folks anything else for the time being?" Spencer and I lock eyes with each other and shake our heads. Frank smiles and says "okay then, I'll check back with you two in a little bit, then." We thank him and continue eating our meal. The dinner was absolutely divine, everything was delectable. Spencer and I have long since finished our wine and are sipping our water. Spencer has requested the check from Frank and we are just waiting on him to leave for the musical. It's 7:15 at the moment so we have plenty of time. The theater is actually within walking distance, so after we pay the bill, Spencer and I walk hand in hand to the theater to claim our tickets and watch the show together.

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After the musical, I can't decide who enjoyed it more. Spencer was enthralled with the story despite pointing out different legal things that wouldn't pass in the court system today. I mean it's set in the 1920's so obviously there's going to be different aspects that wouldn't fly today. Spencer has called an Uber as we are standing outside the theater waiting for our ride. Getting the tickets and finding our seats was a breeze - I need to call and thank my brother for that later. The Uber arrives and Spencer does the usual things he does to ensure the Uber is safe before we climb into the back seat. I stay quiet, mainly because I'm terrified to reveal too much information about our trip. Spencer is also quiet, but is making polite small talk with the driver. The driver appears to be of South Asian descent, my guess would be Indian, and speaks with what I think is an Indian accent. He's very nice and polite, I'll make sure Spencer gives him a good review later. The drive doesn't take very long, less time than it took to get here due to the late hour. He drops us off close to the hotel, I don't think Spencer wants people to know where we are staying if we can help it. Spencer and I make our way up to our room, happily discussing what we did and didn't like about the show. My favorite songs are always "Cell Block Tango" and "Hot Honey Rag." Spencer liked "Razzle Dazzle" the most but he also enjoyed "Cell Block Tango" more than he thought he would after being given the full context of the musical. We walk through the lobby of the hotel, talking and laughing after a great, and relatively uneventful, night out celebrating the anniversary of when we first met. We enter the elevator together and as soon as the doors close, Spencer pins me to the wall. He trails his lips down my neck, making me gasp in surprise. I say through gasping breaths "Spence, there's still cameras in here." He hums against my neck, making me shiver from the vibrations and the chills they send down my spine in response. He tells me "it's not illegal to kiss in an elevator, but it is illegal to fuck in an elevator." He pulls away from me then as the doors open on our floor. I pout in disappointment at the total fake out he just gave me. He chuckles and says after seeing my despondent facial expression "don't be like that, Annie. I promise, from the bottom of my heart, one day I will fucking rail you in an elevator, but it has to be on my terms. You will never see it coming." I like the sound of that, the anticipation of what his dirty genius mind is concocting makes me clench my thighs together in response. He grabs my hand, pulling me the short distance down the hallway to our room. This time he effortlessly opens the hotel door in one try. I shoot him an impressed look to which he looks down and tells me shyly "I may have practiced while you were sleeping." I chuckle and walk into the room, setting my clutch and coat down on top of my closed suitcase. I lift my right leg behind me and lean against the wall to try to take off my shoes. Before I can even reach my hand to my heel, Spencer has scooped me up and swiftly drops me in the middle of the bed. I'm giggling in surprise at his actions while he smiles like a young teenager above me. I reach up and push his hair out of his eyes so I can see them better. In them I see the joy of a young boy who rarely got to see the light of day. He was so caught up in taking care of his mom and studying his entire life it's like he almost forgot how to have fun or enjoy little things in life. He's changed my perspective of the world for the better and, in his eyes, I see the love of my life, my future, my other half. Spencer's eyes change to an expression of worry after I've effectively zoned out for a few seconds. He wipes a tear I didn't know escaped, I didn't even know I was crying. He asks me with concern evident in his tone "Annie, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I smile and shake my head, placing my hand on his cheek, never breaking eye contact with him. I tell him "I was just thinking about how happy you make me and how happy we are together. We laugh and play like teenage lovebirds. Maybe it's because neither of us really got the teenage young love experience? I don't know but I wouldn't want to love and do life with anybody else." Spencer smiles bashfully and nods. He tells me "I never thought I would say getting exposed to a deadly strain of anthrax was the best thing that ever happened to me, but, without that, I never would've met you. I love you so much, Annie. This has been, without a doubt, the best year of my life." It's my turn to blush and smile bashfully. I respond "me, too. I love you, Spencer, with every fiber of my being." Spencer slowly and gently leans down, locking our lips together in an unhurried kiss. I tangle my hands in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots, making him moan into my mouth. He sits up, removing his jacket and starting to unbutton his shirt. He's moving entirely too slowly for my liking so I attack his lips with mine, hurriedly undoing the buttons. I would just tear the shirt open and let the buttons fly everywhere like every cheesy romance movie and novel out there, but nice shirts are expensive and this shirt in particular is from me so I know just how expensive it is. We have a wedding to pay for and hopefully a house to buy soon, every penny counts. Spencer quickly removes my shoes and starts to bunch up my dress that had already risen up to my black lace thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Spencer's focused on getting the dress off, quickly unzipping the back and pulling it over my head as soon as I lifted my hips to help him remove it. Once he catches a glimpse of the black lace set I bought just for this evening his eyes practically bulge out of his skull like a cartoon character. His shirt is fully open and untucked, still hanging on his shoulders. I smile teasingly at him "what, Spence? Cat got your tongue?" He nods and says "something like that," as he hurriedly removes his shirt. He stands to undo his belt and kicks off his shoes, but I quickly follow him. He reaches for his belt, but I push his hands away and do it for him, looking down and giving him an ample view of my cleavage, breasts barely held in place with sheer lace. I can hear him gulp as I undo the belt and unbutton his pants, pushing them down, leaving him in only his boxers and his socks. I give him a fake pouty face and ask him "no sexy lingerie for me, bubs? It is our anniversary, you know?" Spencer chuckles, "in lieu of male lingerie, if they even make that," I interrupt him with a quick "they do." He gives me a teasing but still warning look as he continues "how about I give you mind blowing orgasms until you're begging me to stop? Sound like a good trade?" I hum, placing my index finger on my lips, I sit on the edge of the bed and cross my legs. I tell him "I don't know, what if I want a turn at being in charge?" Spencer raises an eyebrow in surprise. He asks "is that what you really want?" I shrug and bite my lip shyly "I don't know, it sounds like fun. Would you be into that?" Spencer shrugs and says "you know I'm a switch. I've always just assumed you prefer to be submissive." I ask him "can we just do like mostly vanilla sex and I call the shots tonight?" Spencer smiles and nods. He then leans closer to me and says "on one condition." He slowly kisses my neck as I hum in response, unable to form words. He says softly against my neck "I'm making you cum first." Before I have even fully processed what he's said, he's lifting me and moving me so I'm centered on the bed. He kisses me deeply before breaking the kiss and kissing down my body. I say breathlessly "deal." He chuckles darkly and kisses down my body, barely paying attention to my breasts at all as he lazily trails his mouth and tongue down to my core. He doesn't waste any time, doesn't even remove my thong, he just pushes it to the side before diving straight into my dripping heat, making me moan loudly in surprise. I try to close my legs but his strong arms loop around my legs, holding them open as he thrusts his tongue into me, nose rubbing against my clit. I feel myself nearing the edge rather quickly, quicker than normal. I moan out in pleasure, grasping at the sheets to ground myself. I tell Spencer "plea-ah please, Spence..I'm gonna cum." He shakes his head and says "not yet." I groan and try to close my legs, but Spencer has a death grip on them, keeping my legs wide open for him. I am gasping for air, trying desperately to hold my orgasm back. I ask him again as I look at the ceiling "please, Spence. Please, fuck, let me cum." He shakes his head against me and I scream out in frustration. I look down and lock eyes with him, watching him lap at my core like he's starved. I lose it immediately and cum on his face, screaming out profanities as my orgasm hits me. Spencer still works me through the orgasm. He eventually raises his head and tells me with his chin and mouth still glistening with my arousal "bad girl." I groan and say "I tried to tell you." Spencer hums and says "well, your punishment can wait until later. For tonight, you're in charge, if that's what you still want?" I bite my lip and nod shyly. He chuckles and says "you can't be shy and be a domme, Annie." I nod and sit up, deciding even if I wasn't confident in my dominant role, I was going to pretend it was like a role in a play or something. Spencer sits up, too, and I pull his mouth to mine. As we kiss I taste myself on his tongue which just turns me on even more. I moan in response and pull away. I look at him with an evil grin "go lay on the bed, baby." He raises an eyebrow in surprise, but follows my orders without hesitation. I find his pants on the ground in front of the bed, searching through them before I find what I was looking for, his cuffs. I hold them up and look at him, asking "color?" He smiles proudly and nods "green." I climb on top of him, straddling his torso as I take his hands in mine, cuffing them together. I tell him "you'll just have to be good and keep your hands above your head because we have nothing to connect them to on the bed." Spencer nods. He then tells me "this is not very vanilla." I hum, agreeing with him. I say "I'm calling the shots tonight but I don't want you to call me anything different or anything. I really just want you to sit back and enjoy the ride because you always call the shots, Spence." He hums and nods, understanding. I sit back on my heels for a minute, thinking. I tell him "since you fucked my throat so hard last night, I think we are going to skip the blow job tonight. How many times can you cum in one night, Spence?" Spencer hums "3, maybe 4 if I'm lucky?" I nod, repositioning myself between his legs. I tell him with a sly grin "I've never given you a full handjob. I know that's such an adolescent thing, but I think it would be fun to try it out tonight. What do you think?" He chuckles and says "whatever you want, princess. I'll stop you with a safeword if I'm uncomfortable." I nod, appreciating the clarification. I sit back on my haunches once again, grabbing his hardening cock in my hands. The tip is leaking pre cum and I continually swipe my thumb over the tip with every pump. I pump one hand until he's fully hard, and then I add another hand. I pump them both, twisting in opposite directions. At this point, Spencer hisses out some air before letting out a long "fuck, Annie." I grin to myself, happy to be making him feel good. I continue what I'm doing, pumping the soft sensitive skin of his cock, and continually speed up every so often. Eventually he says "fuck, I'm gonna cum." I nod and smile at him "that's the idea, babe." He chuckles once before groaning out in pleasure before I switch to quickly pump him with my right hand and massage his balls with my left. This catches him off guard and I redirect his cock so he cums all over his stomach. I'm far from through with him, though. I slow down my hands, working him through his orgasm. I don't ever fully stop my hands, though, making him hiss with overstimulation as I continue to stroke the sensitive skin. He looks at me with wide eyes and says "stop, Annie, it's too much." I look at him and ask "color?" He groans and says "fuck, green. I'm green." I hum "I just wanted to see how you react to overstimulation since you love overstimulating me so much. How many times did you say you could go? 3 or 4?" Spencer's eyes go wide in fear and he nods. I decide then I probably won't push it to 4. I know how it feels when he overstimulates me and I want this to be enjoyable for him, not a punishment. I continue with the slow pumps until I've decided he's had enough of a reprieve and his dick is no longer only half hard. He's nearly standing at full attention, my hands never wavering. Spencer moans and grabs fistfuls of the pillow his head is on in his hands. He's trying very hard to not buck his hips, I can tell. Such a good boy. I hum with a soft smile and tell him "you're being such a good boy for me, Spence." This makes him moan a bit more than I had anticipated and I swear his eyes are rolling back in his head. I bite my lip to keep myself from making any noise and make a mental note of how much he is liking this. Spencer is closing his eyes tight, muscles in his abdomen and flexing and tensing alternatively as I stroke his cock. He gasps and tells me "fuck, I'm going to cum again." I hum and tell him softly "cum for me, Spence. Be a good boy and cum for me." He groans loudly at that, I feel him twitch and just barely reposition his dick in time so his second orgasm joins the first on his stomach. I'm slowing my hands a bit more at this point, but I'm still not stopping. Spencer is gulping in air, trying so hard to even his breathing. I ask him "you having fun?" He chuckles and nods with a very tired and blissful expression. I hum as I continue stroking his cock ever so slowly. I lean forward and slowly lick up the cum that's splayed all over his stomach. Spencer groans at the sight and he says "please, I can't take it, let this be the last one." I hum and give him a soft smile. I sit silently for a second before saying "I'll think about it." Spencer's face looks defeated as I laugh to myself internally because this was going to be the last one all along. I reposition myself, hovering my core over his dick. I ask him one more time "color?" He hums "green." I observe his expression just a bit to make sure I hadn't gone too far. I decide Spencer is okay and slowly sink down on him. When I've taken him to the hilt I stop and let myself adjust. I groan and tell him "I'll never get used to how well you fill me up. So fucking big, Spence." He blushes as I brace myself with my hands on his chest and begin to slowly lift my hips. I bounce on him, moaning at the sensations he's giving me. I realize now, at this point, that Spencer would've done something else to get me there faster so I brace myself on my left hand, still bouncing, and reach my right hand down to rub my clit. I know he's definitely not going to last long, so I need to get up to speed. He watches me rub my clit while I bounce on his cock and he groans, saying "you're so fucking beautiful, especially when you're riding my cock." His words bring me to the edge as I say "fuck Spence, I want you to cum inside me. Please, I need it!" He groans at my words and he holds on tight to his pillow, knuckles turning white, as I feel him shoot ropes of cum inside me in response to me tightening around him as I reach my high. I collapse on top of him, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. Spencer tells me softly in my ear "that was amazing." I hum and thank him. We sit there in silence for a couple of minutes before Spencer says "as much as I'm loving this, can you please uncuff me?" I sit up quickly, panicking because I had completely forgotten about the cuffs. He chuckles as I quickly climb off of him and fetch the keys from his pants. I climb back over to him and quickly uncuff him. I'm rubbing his wrists to bring the circulation back to them when Spencer tells me "my wrists are fine, we really need to clean up," as he looks between my legs and eyeing the mess on my thighs. My jaw drops slightly in realization and I nod as I get up to walk to the hotel bathroom. As I reach it Spencer quickly grasp me and sets me on the bathroom counter. He tells me "let me clean you up." I pout just slightly because I'm supposed to be in charge tonight. He chuckles "you should never have to clean up a mess that I made inside of you." I'm speechless at his words and he chuckles, grabbing and wetting a washcloth to clean me up. Once he's satisfied with his performance, he puts the cloth in dirty laundry and leans down to kiss me softly. I hum into it, enjoying it before we pull apart. Spencer smiles warmly at me and says "happy anniversary." I smile and nod "happy anniversary, Spence." He kisses my forehead and tells me "now, I'll get the shower started for us while you pee. We don't want a UTI after this." I chuckle and nod, there's the Spencer I know and love. Spencer and I quickly shower together, not continuing for another round. Honestly we probably didn't continue it because Spencer couldn't handle it, not because I couldn't. We share some sweet kisses and soft touches before we dry off and get ready for bed. It's the last night in our New York bubble, tomorrow we have to go back to reality in DC.