Home sweet home
Title: Home sweet home, fun fic friday entry 29-11 -2013
Author: parishs
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Reid enjoys his man
Disclaimer: I owe nothing.
Author's notes: English is not my native language, so all mistakes are mine.
Chapter 1: http://parishs.livejournal.com/8674.html
Chapter 2: http://parishs.livejournal.com/9455.html
Chapter 3: http://parishs.livejournal.com/9839.html
Chapter 4: http://parishs.livejournal.com/10119.html
In the light of the fire, I looked at him. The hickeys in his neck showed how much passion he had evoked in me. This thing we had was not healthy, our eye-lock so intense. His lips so inviting.
Only his head was visible, his messed up hair and his flushed cheeks, the rest of his young body was covered in the quilt. Next to mine. Our hands did a slow dance, unable to let go, touching and squeezing warm flesh.
I leaned in a bit and softly kissed him, trying to prevent myself from speaking, saying words like “I have to go” and “are we good?”. I dived into his wet mouth when he opened it for me, so natural, so mine.
Our tongues spoke a language only we understood. We tried to take it slow, our bodies barely recovered from our previous love-making session, but my hand curled around his hardening dick as if it had a mind of its own. The spark in his eyes told me how much he needed me, and all I could do was give it to him.
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Although I was exhausted, I didn’t let sleep win the battle, I wanted to savor every moment with this guy. Laying on my back with a sleeping beauty on my chest, I looked around in the small cabin. I smirked when I saw a handmade wooden plate on the wall with the text “Home sweet home”.
Maybe Luke’s farther had made it, a long time ago, after a day of wood chopping and hunting. This small house surrounded by forest must have invited generations of Snyders to go out and do fierce things like that.
Living with nature was not my thing, I preferred a nice modern loft. Not that I was home much, my colleagues at the hospital were the people I saw most and my bedroom was the place in his house I spend my time.
I have always hated one-liners like the one on the plate. But slowly I started to realize that maybe they were true, that you had to cherish feelings like the ones I had now, this sense of
belonging and overwhelming happiness. Because I had never felt so chosen before, so wanted. So understood.
I had never been able to read a man’s need like I could read his. I had never given in to any desire before with a determination like I did now. Whether it was lust or love or something else, it didn’t matter how I labeled what we had, Luke didn’t ask my promise, he was confident that I wanted what was best for him.
And he returned it with a nonchalance that was breathtaking. He wanted to please me. Or, he acted on instinct, doing exactly what I needed. We were so absurdly in sinc that it was effortless. I had to learn not to doubt or freeze when he was gone, or asleep. It totally ruined the momentum, and I had to learn to enjoy the moments we had, I had to stop thinking about work and a future and non-issues like our age difference.
This was my life now, with no guarantees but with a blossoming click. With a guy who’s name I had Googled at work, during my break. It explained why he was kinda bossy, as a CEO of his multimillion foundation he had a different life than most students. I wanted to get to know him, and see him work, it would be so freaking sexy to see him in a suit behind a desk.
The idea got me worked up in a way I could not neglect, but I didn’t know if I could act on it. All I wanted was to stick my finger in his ass and open him up for me, but he had been very clear about his preference.
Did he know, how good it felt to be taken? Would he be able to let go of his control? The more I thought about it, the more I started to doubt. But in the meantime I wetted my fingers with my spit and did what made my dick throb: I let my finger discover his limits. I assured his wide open eyes that I would stop if he didn’t like it.
His trusting gaze on me was almost more than I could bear. His moans were my guide, and when I slowly pushed my cock inside his virgin ass, I had to breathe deeply, realizing fully what he gave me. His body and soul. He gave up his perception of himself by letting me in.
I kissed his lips while letting him adjust. This was not about my needs. I wanted to show him what he meant to me, I wanted to give myself to him in every way possible. When he slowly started to move him hips, I followed him. I understood that he scratched open the skin on my back, that he almost smothered me when he wrapped his legs around my waist and squeezed hard, pushing me in deeper with his heels. His cry when he came resonated on the wooden walls and made that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I marked him as mine.
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