Early years...
She spent the morning puttering around the small greenhouse, arranging and rearranging pots and small tables, hanging her hand tools on the pegboard near the sink. Mo, the cat, wove in and out of her legs, waiting for her to settle somewhere so he could jump on her lap. She repotted a few bulbs and swept the floor of debris. By the time that was finished, she was too tired to work in her new sewing studio. Retrieving a bottle of wine, she made herself comfortable on one of the new greenhouse couches.
"It'll probably take a week or more to get everything where I want it," she told Mo when the cat jumped on her lap. "And I want to get the sewing room organized before Christmas. I still have a few things to finish before I start any new projects." She drank half a glass of wine and then stared off into space. "I wonder why JC said he's coming home early," she mused, drinking more wine. She tried to remember what she had for lunch knowing he would ask her. She dozed off and on and each time she woke, sipped a little more wine. This is good. Ought to do this more often.
1430 Hours
"Spencer, I'm home," JC called when he opened the front door. "Where are you, bambina?" he asked as he wandered through the house looking for her. He almost missed seeing her when he looked in the greenhouse but then he spotted Mo crouched on the armrest, the cat's tail swinging as he swatted at something. Quietly stepping over to the couch, he grinned. Mo was swatting at Spencer's bare toes that were wiggling in front of the cat's nose.
She was drunk - silly, goofy drunk, teasing Mo with her toes and humming softly as she held an almost empty bottle of Zinfandel. He had come home early to take her to a doctor's appointment - an appointment she would have skipped if it was up to her.
I knew the imp would try to wiggle out of this. He grinned and decided to let her think she got away with it. Spencer hated going to a doctor's appointment and would avoid them like the plague if he didn't drag her over there. He'd make a new appointment without telling her and spring it on her another day when she didn't have time to avoid it.
Taking off his jacket and tie, he slipped out of his shoes and leaned over her. "Hello sleepy head, remember me?"
"Mmmm, I know you. You're the giant squid who lives here." She smiled as she reached for him. "What are you doing home so early?"
"Came home to love you, baby," he murmured, pulling her against his chest, cradling her. "Shall I love you?"
"Uh-huh."
"How should I love you?"
"With your mouth," she said, putting a finger on his lips.
"Tell me what to do," he grinned broadly. It wasn't often Spencer drank a lot of wine. She was definitely tipsy and he knew she'd be completely uninhibited about what she wanted.
"Kiss me first."
"Where should I kiss you?"
"Here," she pointed to her lips.
He covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, tasting the wine. Her mouth was sweet, the wine adding another dimension and he savored the taste of her.
"Did you have some wine, imp?"
"Uh-huh."
"How much?"
"This much," she gestured, bringing her fingers together then leaving a one-inch gap.
"I think you had a little more than that," his lips twitched. "How much more did you have?"
"This much," she spread her fingers a little further apart, making him grin.
"Um... I think I might have had a whole glass."
"A whole glass? Just one?" he chuckled.
"Maybe two."
"What do you want me to do now?"
"Breasts."
"What about breasts?"
"Here." She showed him.
"Yes, those are you breasts," he agreed, trying to control his mirth. "What do you want me to do?"
"Touch me. Kiss my breasts."
"Should I kiss them through your clothes?"
"No."
"Should I take your clothes off first?"
"Mmmm," she agreed. "Do you want some wine?"
"Not right this minute and you've had enough, sweetheart. Time to love you now."
"You can't drink wine and take your clothes off at the same time?"
"I can," he chuckled, "but I'm in a hurry to take *your* clothes off. Later, I'll have some wine."
He straddled her hips and pulled her sweater off, bending to suckle at one breast and then, the other. When her nipples were rosy and taut, he dropped kisses on both of them.
Spencer stretched her arms over her head, sighing. "Do it again, sailor. Wanna' feel your mouth on me s'more," she slurred. "Thas' an order."
He laughed softly. She was delicious and totally wanton and arched her hips when he bunched her skirt up to her waist and tickled her bare belly with his tongue. Slipping one hand under her butt, he removed her panties with the other and made her gasp when his tongue briefly flicked her clit.
"Do you like that, mia amore?"
"Uh-huh. Do it again."
"Do what again, baby?" he grinned.
"What you just did," she sighed. "That was good."
"What was good?" he teased.
"Your tongue. Do it again." She sat up and grabbed his cheeks. "You have a very naughty tongue, mister - a very, very naughty tongue."
Laughing, he gently pushed her back down and lifted her hips so he could love her with his mouth. "Gonna love you, baby," he said softly, his tongue laving her folds, the tip dipping into her for a quick taste.
"Not naughty," she murmured. "Wicked. Your tongue is very wicked."
Chuckling softly, he spread her folds so his very wicked tongue could perform its magic on her. He slipped two fingers into her heat to stimulate her further and when he did, her inner walls tightened around them pulling them deeper inside her.
She soared off a precipice - the shudders streaking over her belly and breasts, down her spine and through her thighs. Her toes tingled, the sensation ricocheting through her body back to her sex and to her swollen clit where his lips continued to kiss her. At last, she floated on the clouds of her pleasure, the last remaining shudders rocking her gently.
JC moved up to cradle her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips slightly parted, her breath shaky and the sweet, soft purrs of pleasure coming from the back of her throat made him smile. She was delicious post coitus and he wanted to watch her face when she opened her eyes.
"I love the way you spread your legs for me," he murmured, kissing the corners of her mouth. "I love the way you let me love you any way I want."
"It's 'cause you're so beautiful," she hiccuped, still tipsy. "You're a beautiful sailor and I can't resist your loving. You'll have to do it again some time." She blinked a few times until her eyes focused on his face. "You'll do it again some time?"
"I promise," he smiled. "What shall we do now?"
"My turn to love you," she declared, pushing away from his chest and sitting up. "You have too many clothes on, Mister Squid. Got to take them off." She pulled at his pants making him laugh.
"Wait till I unbuckle my belt, imp."
"Not necessary," she insisted, yanking his zipper down and reaching for his erect member. It was straining against his boxers and it sprang forward when she freed it. "Mine!"
JC laughed. He loved the way Spencer acted when she was tipsy. "Easy, bambina. Be gentle," he said softly as he put his hands behind his neck and watched her.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to take me in your mouth and..."
"Lick your yummy stick," she finished. "And maybe, here, too," she fondled his balls, squeezing them together and making him growl with pleasure. "That okay with the sailor?"
"Very okay, baby," he groaned, rubbing her shoulders, his shaft hard and leaking and desperate to be in her warm wet mouth.
She loved him... suckled... rolled and fondled his sensitive sac. Her tongue teased... loved... her lips kissed... nipped.
JC groaned... growled low... urged her to hurry... demanded more... and finally, begged for release.
Spencer laughed, delighted.
He moaned, threatened to blister her butt, and begged again.
Finally, she brought him release. His low growl of pleasure alarmed Mo who had been hiding under the couch, causing the cat to scurry out of the greenhouse at the unexpected noise.
Spencer crawled up JC's chest while he tried to pump air into his lungs. Lying on her stomach, she teased him, not as tipsy as she had been. "You're a mess, squidlet," she laughed softly.
"Your fault," he murmured, his hand cupping her bottom and delivering the occasional light swat.
"Your pants have to go to the cleaners, they're covered with your naughtiness."
"Your fault," he repeated, licking her lips. "You couldn't wait until I took them off."
"Couldn't help it. You're too slow. Needed to love you right away," she kissed him back.
"I love the way you love me... with your hands and mouth," he whispered, his hands on her butt, kneading her flesh, planning to turn her cheeks rosy once he could breathe again.
"Have I told you how much I love you, JC?"
"Tell me again."
"You, I love," she murmured.
"Tell me again," he whispered, his deep drawl pronounced and his body sated.
"You, I love."