A/N: I've been reading Fan Fiction for more years that I care to really think about and have written privately. This is my first time publishing. Should be about five to six chapters and, I can promise you, will have almost no plot at all. However there will be LEMONS. All kinds of lemons. Many, many lemons. And did I mention the lemons?
I don't own anything.
COMING HOME
It's been a long trip. Three weeks away from him and it felt like a lifetime. Oh sure, we talked and that's always fun. But since our talk (or more accurately, banter) can often feel a little like foreplay, sometimes it makes the distance even worse.
When my plane landed last night, I had every intention of getting in my car, driving down to you and jumping you instantly. The whole plane ride, it was all I could think about. Three weeks without touching you… without feeling your hands on my body… kissing you… sinking down to my knees and looking up at you, that hungry look on your face… but I couldn't bring myself to take it any further in my mind. The flight felt long enough as it is. And those bathrooms are just not big enough to allow me the space I would need to relieve the pressure.
But unfortunately, my flight was delayed, my bags took forever to show up and I was so tired from the show, I could do nothing when I got home but collapse into bed, exhausted, and promise myself I would wake up with the sun and head to you immediately.
So now, here I am, pulling into your driveway. It's freezing out here and it's raining intermittently. I absolutely can't wait to get into your warm bed, feel your warm skin. I creep in the door as quietly as possible, wanting to wake you on my own terms. The best plaid plans, so to speak. I know the moment I walk into your room and see your sexy, broad shoulderd body under the blankets. I can tell by your breathing that you are already awake. Though for excitement's sake, you're pretending to be asleep. Good enough for me…
As quickly and quietly as I can, I take my clothes off and slip into bed next to you, pressing my body against the back of yours, enjoying the feel of being skin to skin again. My face is buried in between your sensuously wide shoulder blades. I revel in the feeling… the soft bed, the warmth from your body and the irresistible pull of the jet lag from my trip is actually starting to make me drowsy. I close my eyes for a moment and come dangerously close to drifting off, but fortunately, my body has been throbbing with need since I woke up, all kinds of nerve endings tingling. And just as I feel a resurgence of energy, you sigh and turn over onto your back. And just like that, you have played right into my evil plan. Insert evil laugh here. Good lord, insert something here.
I start with your chest, kissing slowly, licking lightly, biting teasingly. My tongue slowly circles your left nipple, laps at it softly and then, without warning, I suck it deeply into my mouth, my teeth surrounding. That's the moment when you give up the façade and bury your delicious, long, pianists in my hair. I work at your nipple mercilessly, rolling the right one between my fingers. I can feel your heartbeat speeding up, your breathing doing the same. And I can feel that the wetness between my legs, almost constant since I boarded my plane yesterday, has now doubled in intensity. One of your hands moves restlessly in my hair while the other slides up and down my back, stopping occasionally to kneed the tired muscles there.
Before too long, I switch, repeating the process with your right nipple, rolling the left between my fingers. The pulse between my legs is so strong that I can no longer control the rocking motion of my hips. In the world's most benevolent gesture, you slide your thigh in between mine, to give me something to move against. The shock of pleasure it sends through me makes me groan out loud, the first audible noise either of us have made. Damnit! I wanted you to moan first. You ruined my plan! And now… well, now you're going to have to pay.
The only thing stronger than my need to come is my need for you to be completely helpless and at my mercy. So, very reluctantly, I slide away from your fantastically placed thigh and release the suction of my mouth from your nipple to begin my journey down your body. It's not too long before I wind up face to face with your pulsing cock, whom I have been missing and dreaming of for three solid weeks. It's so sweet, how he stands up to greet me when I stop by to say hello.
I glance up at you, to see if you're watching or already lost in anticipation. I should have known better. You've got your eyes glued to me, watching me crawl down your body, watching me lick my lips in anticipation. I can't wait to take you in my mouth, and I know you can't wait for me to do it, but somehow, I just can't stand to move on from this moment of anticipation. The moment continues as I watch your face, but then you reach down and brush the hair out of my eyes. Very sweet, not demanding at all. Suddenly, I can't wait any more. I bow my head over you.
Slow, long licks up and down your shaft lead to your hands tightening in my hair. It's been so long since we've been together like this, I want to take my time and really enjoy it, even though I can feel your impatience. I take a break from my leisurely licking and turn my head to the side, tickling my hair along your aching cock and delivering, slow, sloppy open mouthed kisses on your thighs. A few more kisses, some warm breath across the tip and I get back to work. This time, I'm aiming for an audible response. Taking just a bit of the tip in between my tightly pursed lips, here comes the fast and steady suction, effectively sucking you into my mouth like a runaway piece of pasta. I don't stop til my nose bumps up against your pelvis and you are all the way inside, brushing the back of my throat. And… there's that sharp intake of breath and groan I was looking for.
Triumph! To celebrate, I set my sights on groan number two.
Slowly, I lift my head, letting you almost slip out and suck you back in quick and hard, swirling my tongue as I go. I close my eyes as I pick up a nice, steady rhythm, savoring the taste of you on my tongue again, taking each drop of pre-come that leaks out of your throbbing cock as a sign of a job well done. Your grunts and moans are coming fast and furious now. I've stopped counting, but not without a feeling of accomplishment.
Your hands remain tangled in my hair, gently guiding me in the way you like, holding my hair back from my face so you can watch yourself disappear into my mouth time and again. I know you well enough to know that you want to be involved… you ache to pinch my nipples, you're dying to slide one of those amazing long, strong fingers into my pussy, but I want to focus. Plenty of time for those things later this morning.
After a while of savoring the moment, brushing the back of my throat with your warm cock, lightly scraping you with my teeth, so gentle, as I rise back up, then starting again from the beginning, I start to become impatient. I want more of you, I want you inside me, I want to kiss you. So I step things up. Up and down, lick, swirl, suck. When the pressure from your hands on my head becomes more forceful, I step everything up even more. I grab one of your hands off my head and put it on your shaft, then lift up so you can stroke yourself while I focus all my energy on just the tip.
My tongue swirls over and over the tip as I suck madly on you and your fist picks up speed. You pump your hips into your hand and my mouth and I hear you start to really lose control. I can't wait for the moment we're both working toward and I move even faster, wanting to get you there. My fingernails, scratching up and down your inner thighs, leave red marks in their wake as they drag you to the finish line.
Suddenly, as your fist works furiously, I feel it rushing to your tip, my tongue vibrating with the power of it, and I move your fist out of the way quickly so I can plunge my mouth all the way down and take you all the way in. Your groan of relief hits my ears at the same time your come hits my tongue and I absorb both together, so incredibly turned on to see you come so damn hard. It goes on and on while your hands convulsively squeeze my hair, my arms, my back… anything you can reach. I keep working you with my mouth and my tongue, prolonging it for you as long as possible, loving your pulse on my tongue as your body starts to come back down.
It's now time for one of my favorite moments, licking you back to reality. I love the feel of you softening slowly in my mouth as I continue to work you and touch you while you recover. There's no feeling of satisfaction that matches that feeling, no feeling as powerful as this. Knowing I've made you come, how good I made you feel, it's the best feeling there is.
Well… almost the best feeling.