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Hello! Another fic for you, my dears. The ending is crappy but, I'm tired and it's been a long week, so, forgive me! As usual, don't know them, don't own them and none of this (sadly) ever happened.
I wake up at around 2pm, swearing as I realize I’ve been asleep for 15 hours thanks to some major jet-lag. Unsurprisingly, my lover has already gotten up. His side of the mattress is still slightly warm and the lingering heat sends me in search of a good morning…well, afternoon…hug.
I find him downstairs in his office, sitting at his desk, surrounded by paperwork. I lean over him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, baby,” he says with a smile. “Get enough beauty sleep?”
“Not quite.”
“I dunno,” he says, tilting his head back to look up at me. “You look fucking gorgeous to me.”
I blush and he laughs. Bastard.
“Shut up.”
He pulls me round in front of him to sit on his knee. He attaches his lips to my neck and I feel him giggle as I moan slightly. He brings a hand up to the side of my neck, pulling me closer. My eyes flutter shut and my fingers tangle in his hair. He pulls his mouth from my neck and looks at the mark he’s created, leaning forward again to place a kiss to the centre of the purpling bruise. He lifts me up onto my feet and walks me over to the couch. He sits down and pulls me to straddle his lap.
I look at him for a minute, smiling as he blushes under my adoring gaze. I hold his face in my hands and lower my lips to his, feeling him shiver in anticipation as I take my time in letting our lips meet, making the effort of holding back all the more worth it. He tastes so good, so perfect as he lets me slip my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues slide together slowly and his hands work their way under my t-shirt and stroke my back. Nothing is rushed or hurried as we take our time in getting reacquainted with each other.
We undress each other, lips caressing skin as it is exposed to loving eyes. He lies me down on the couch and asks me if he can make love to me. I bite my lip and nod, unable to speak as I hear the tenderness in his voice. He offers me two fingers and I take them into my mouth, smiling as I watch his eyes flutter closed.
Taking a shaky breath, he removes his fingers from mouth and kisses me, pressing a finger against my entrance. I arch my back and moan into his mouth as the finger pushes inside me. He adds a second finger and then a third, stretching and scissoring them, brushing against my prostate and making my body jolt beneath his.
“Bam…please?”
He nods and removes his fingers, crawling in between my legs and letting me wrap them around his waist. The tip of his cock presses against me and its my turn to shiver in anticipation. He smiles down at me and I tell him that I love him. He leans down and kisses me, telling me that he loves me too. I twist my fingers through his hair. He brings his forehead down to rest on mine and whispers,
“Are you ready?”
I nod and he pushes himself deep inside me, both of us moaning in pure delight at our bodies being connected again after so long apart. His lips find mine again as he begins to roll his hips, keeping our movements slow and gentle. I cry out as he hits my prostate.
“Oh, God…right there baby, again, please!”
He hits that spot over and over again and before long I’m writhing on the couch beneath him and his thrusts become more irregular, faster and harder as we both reach the peak of our pleasure.
I release first, spilling over my own stomach. I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he comes, crying out my name. He’s beautiful. An angel. My angel.
He collapses on top of me, his forehead sweaty against my cheek. His breathing slows and I can feel his heart rate return to normal against my chest. A few minutes later, he moves to pull out of me but I keep holding him close. He looks up at me questioningly but doesn’t object as he settles back down on my chest. We both drift off to sleep.
An hour or so later, I wake up with my lover still within my body. I smile as I look down at him - he looks so peaceful and he feels so good inside me. He shifts in his sleep and I hiss slightly at the feeling.
His eyes open and he looks blearily up at me.
“Sorry, baby,” I whisper. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs back, placing a kiss on my chest.
He kisses along my collarbones, my neck, up to my lips, trailing his fingertips lightly over my skin. I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused and we both groan in pleasure as his cock begins to swell inside me.
“God, Bam…that feels so good.”
“I know,” he moans back.
He makes love to me again, harder and faster than before and I grip his shoulders, leaving bruises and fingernail prints on his skin. We scream out as we come together, our lips crashing together in a bruising kiss. He smiles at me as we come back down from our highs and strokes the hair out of my face.
I let him pull out of me this time and watch as he stands up, pulling on his jeans. I pout as he covers up his toned body and he looks at me with an eyebrow raised and his hand outstretched to me as he asks,
“Bath?”
I grin and follow him up the stairs, after pulling on my own jeans, knowing that a bath with Bam can only lead to one thing. He pushes me up against the bathroom counter as the bath fills with hot water and bubbles and kisses me deeply. We settle into the bath, with him leaning against the edge and me leaning against him, letting the water soothe our aching muscles.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I whisper back. “And Bam?”
“Mmmm?”
“It’s good to be home.”
I wake up at around 2pm, swearing as I realize I’ve been asleep for 15 hours thanks to some major jet-lag. Unsurprisingly, my lover has already gotten up. His side of the mattress is still slightly warm and the lingering heat sends me in search of a good morning…well, afternoon…hug.
I find him downstairs in his office, sitting at his desk, surrounded by paperwork. I lean over him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, baby,” he says with a smile. “Get enough beauty sleep?”
“Not quite.”
“I dunno,” he says, tilting his head back to look up at me. “You look fucking gorgeous to me.”
I blush and he laughs. Bastard.
“Shut up.”
He pulls me round in front of him to sit on his knee. He attaches his lips to my neck and I feel him giggle as I moan slightly. He brings a hand up to the side of my neck, pulling me closer. My eyes flutter shut and my fingers tangle in his hair. He pulls his mouth from my neck and looks at the mark he’s created, leaning forward again to place a kiss to the centre of the purpling bruise. He lifts me up onto my feet and walks me over to the couch. He sits down and pulls me to straddle his lap.
I look at him for a minute, smiling as he blushes under my adoring gaze. I hold his face in my hands and lower my lips to his, feeling him shiver in anticipation as I take my time in letting our lips meet, making the effort of holding back all the more worth it. He tastes so good, so perfect as he lets me slip my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues slide together slowly and his hands work their way under my t-shirt and stroke my back. Nothing is rushed or hurried as we take our time in getting reacquainted with each other.
We undress each other, lips caressing skin as it is exposed to loving eyes. He lies me down on the couch and asks me if he can make love to me. I bite my lip and nod, unable to speak as I hear the tenderness in his voice. He offers me two fingers and I take them into my mouth, smiling as I watch his eyes flutter closed.
Taking a shaky breath, he removes his fingers from mouth and kisses me, pressing a finger against my entrance. I arch my back and moan into his mouth as the finger pushes inside me. He adds a second finger and then a third, stretching and scissoring them, brushing against my prostate and making my body jolt beneath his.
“Bam…please?”
He nods and removes his fingers, crawling in between my legs and letting me wrap them around his waist. The tip of his cock presses against me and its my turn to shiver in anticipation. He smiles down at me and I tell him that I love him. He leans down and kisses me, telling me that he loves me too. I twist my fingers through his hair. He brings his forehead down to rest on mine and whispers,
“Are you ready?”
I nod and he pushes himself deep inside me, both of us moaning in pure delight at our bodies being connected again after so long apart. His lips find mine again as he begins to roll his hips, keeping our movements slow and gentle. I cry out as he hits my prostate.
“Oh, God…right there baby, again, please!”
He hits that spot over and over again and before long I’m writhing on the couch beneath him and his thrusts become more irregular, faster and harder as we both reach the peak of our pleasure.
I release first, spilling over my own stomach. I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he comes, crying out my name. He’s beautiful. An angel. My angel.
He collapses on top of me, his forehead sweaty against my cheek. His breathing slows and I can feel his heart rate return to normal against my chest. A few minutes later, he moves to pull out of me but I keep holding him close. He looks up at me questioningly but doesn’t object as he settles back down on my chest. We both drift off to sleep.
An hour or so later, I wake up with my lover still within my body. I smile as I look down at him - he looks so peaceful and he feels so good inside me. He shifts in his sleep and I hiss slightly at the feeling.
His eyes open and he looks blearily up at me.
“Sorry, baby,” I whisper. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs back, placing a kiss on my chest.
He kisses along my collarbones, my neck, up to my lips, trailing his fingertips lightly over my skin. I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused and we both groan in pleasure as his cock begins to swell inside me.
“God, Bam…that feels so good.”
“I know,” he moans back.
He makes love to me again, harder and faster than before and I grip his shoulders, leaving bruises and fingernail prints on his skin. We scream out as we come together, our lips crashing together in a bruising kiss. He smiles at me as we come back down from our highs and strokes the hair out of my face.
I let him pull out of me this time and watch as he stands up, pulling on his jeans. I pout as he covers up his toned body and he looks at me with an eyebrow raised and his hand outstretched to me as he asks,
“Bath?”
I grin and follow him up the stairs, after pulling on my own jeans, knowing that a bath with Bam can only lead to one thing. He pushes me up against the bathroom counter as the bath fills with hot water and bubbles and kisses me deeply. We settle into the bath, with him leaning against the edge and me leaning against him, letting the water soothe our aching muscles.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I whisper back. “And Bam?”
“Mmmm?”
“It’s good to be home.”