Sherlock arrives home from a long week of strenuous investigating and just wants to relax and unwind. Being the thoughtful significant other that you are, you walk up to him, greet him by giving him a gentle kiss on his lips and by enveloping his strong frame, lightly stroking his muscular back.
He lets out a fragile moan as you continue your passionate yet caring, assault on his mouth and you lead him to your bedroom.
The room is dark but welcoming as you both enter it. You take him by the hand, stopping just before the bed. Turning to face him to slowly push the blazer jacket off of his shoulders, sliding your hands down his biceps and forearms along the way. He's definitely tired and stressed and all you want to do is relieve him of this pressure.
Unbuttoning his tailored top his posture changes, he's more at ease and certainly more comfortable. Those tight fitting shirts accentuate his extremely attractive figure and you more than empathise that fashion doesn't always provide comfort.
Next you slowly slide your hand down his bare chest and stop at the top of his trousers, you unbutton them with ease - you've become quite the expert at that lately. His trousers fall to the ground quickly, gravity is your friend. He steps out of the fallen garment and lies on the bed.
You take this as your chance to let your robe fall to the floor; you're already naked and have been waiting for this moment since he left a week ago. You crawl onto the bed like a lioness, with grace and precision and position yourself on top of his body.
You slowly kiss his lips and he reciprocates with a fiery passion. He wants this too; it's obvious by the semi in his boxer briefs. You kiss your way slowly down his taught abs and slide your fingers down his ribs, you know he loves that, and when you reach his boxers you pull his partially erect penis free from its enclosure; taking it into your mouth with great pleasure. It's not long until he's pulsating; you know all the sweet spots that get him going. He's on top now and taking full control, you love it when he does that. There's nothing more in the world you want more than for him to take you rough, hard and fast.
And he does.
Placing his finger on your chin, he forces you to look at him while he positions himself at your entrance; keeping direct eye contact at every moment.
"Oh my god Sherlock" you think to yourself.
It feels as if he'd gain length, or girth, you're not quite sure but you're enjoying it slides himself out slowly before slamming back into you; it's glorious. He repeats this action over and over varying his pace and force; you know he's close when his movements become intensely fast and erratic and he confirms this fact when he looks down to witness his own creation.
Slipping his fingers down your own body, you wait for the moment when he touches the spot. He rubs his finger with an extreme speed over your clit; he learnt how to please and in no way was he a selfish lover. This time you cry out loud, screaming past his shoulder and into the dark abyss of your room. You decide to muffle your outburst by biting down onto his neck; obviously you want him to remember this night. A hickey it was. At this moment you know he's teetering on the edge so you contract your internal muscles, this sends him into new depths.
"Holy shit Molly" He grunts as his movements slow.
You feel the hot spray of his cum inside you and you love it. He slides himself out and shields you both with the bed covers. You know he's not one to particularly enjoy cuddling but he does it anyway.
He cares for you, and that's terrifying.