"Touchdown!"
Saturday night meant he was watching college football. Katie rubbed her eyes, grimacing when she realized she hadn't quite removed all her mascara. The side of her index finger was smeared with black.
She was trying to concentrate, and so Ned was in their bedroom watching the game instead of in the living room, but he'd always been over-enthusiastic about it and she's only growing more frustrated. She had been working on the first term paper of her junior year, all damn week, and she was exhausted.
Once she finished revising another paragraph she would probably just crawl into bed and pass out, leaving the takeout containers of kung pao chicken and pepper beef on the counter to deal with in the morning while she tried to simultaneously make her coffee and brush her teeth.
She missed Ned.
She missed the bliss and ease of their time spent together since they'd gotten engaged, but thinking about that right now was definitely a mistake.
Katie hadn't even changed out of the pencil skirt and button-down top she wore to school today; she had toed out of her heels, though, and her slightly throbbing feet rest on the cool linoleum under their small kitchen table.
"Whoo!" With one last victorious cry, Ned walked out of their bedroom, a grin on his face. "Notre Dame won!"
She cast a brief tired smile in his direction. "That's great, babe. What was the score?"
"42 - 10. It was a blow-out, but I recorded it. I'll totally rewatch it with you later if you want." He gave her a sympathetic look then. "Can I help you with something0?"
She shrugged, then shook her head. "Not really."
"What about a foot massage or some ice cream?" He asked.
"Nah. Thanks, though. I'm just so tired…" She rubbed her eyes again.
"Coffee, then, so you can buckle down and finish this," he suggested.
She considered turning that down, but she was too tired to even refuse that. "Okay." He brought her a mug of hot coffee, just the way she liked it, and she gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks."
"So you're not coming to bed anytime soon, I'm guessing…" He said, his hand settling on her lower back.
She shrugged again, her gaze going back to the screen. "I'm just revising at this point, but it's due on Monday and it's the first big paper. I want to make a good impression on the professor."
"Hmm. That's probably a good idea," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. "Good luck."
He returned to the bedroom, and she closed her eyes in a long blink. Last weekend Ned spent half of Saturday at work, and Katie had gone with Melinda on an emergency ghost thing all day Sunday, and it felt like they barely saw each other anymore. She hated that.
When Ned returned, he had stripped down to his boxers, and even though it felt incredible when he started massaging her shoulders, she had to wave him off. "If you start that I'll fall asleep," she warned him. "Sorry, baby. Maybe later."
He leaned down and kissed her neck. "I can think of a way to help wake you up," he whispered against her skin, and she shuddered.
"Honey," she sighed and gave him a gentle shove. "Believe me, I want it too, but I have to get this done."
He sighed too but gave her another soft kiss. "Alright, I get it. I'll be good."
He vanished for a little while, but she knew better than to believe he will be gone for long. She completed revising the last few paragraphs, and she was so tired that her vision was starting to blur a little. Her head was aching from staring at the computer screen too long, and even slugging the last half of her coffee wasn't enough to keep her totally awake.
When Ned resurfaced, he doesn't touch her or talk to her. He just went to the refrigerator and took out the water pitcher, pouring himself a glass. She pointedly kept her gaze off him, until she heard him moving a chair. She looked up in time to see him lowering himself to the floor, moving under the table.
Then she felt his warm hand on her knee, and her stomach tightened in anticipation. She set her jaw and kept her gaze on the screen.
"Mmm," he hummed while he stroked her outer thighs and Katie's lashes fluttered closed. "Why have we never tried this before? This is a great view."
Despite her stern demeanor, she chuckled. "Ned, come on. Get out from under there."
"I will." He stroked her knees. "Just keep working, babe… I just wanted a little dessert." He parted her knees and she drew in a shivering breath, closing her eyes again. Her legs were covered in goosebumps and she had to retype her something she fixed four times without any typos. "Mmm," he murmured again, slowly working his hands beneath the hem of her pencil skirt, his thumbs gliding up her inner thighs. "Such beautiful legs… and oh, these panties definitely need to come off…"
"Ned," she protested, but her voice sounded like a little moan, her nipples tightening as he hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and began to pull them off. He chuckled when she arched in her seat to push herself up and make things easier for him. "You're awful. A terrible influence."
"And you love it." His voice was a growl, and she could just imagine his eyes, dark and hooded with desire. Once her panties were off, she could feel the insides of her thighs going slick and tender in anticipation, tightening and releasing with every brush of his fingertips against her skin. "Oh, baby. You are so wet for me."
She moaned again, her hands stealing up to her collar, and she touched the first button of her shirt before she was able to shake herself a little. He shoved her skirt up above her hips, leaving her naked from the waist down, and then grasped her bare ass, sliding her forward until her knees were parted wide and she was spread open for him, perched at the edge of the chair. He kissed her inner thigh and she moaned lightly.
"Mmm," he chuckled. "That sweet, wet pussy is all mine…"
When he caressed the skin of her thighs, she tilted her head back, her breasts straining against her tight shirt as she opened her legs even more. She'd given up on even looking at the computer screen at this point. She could finish it in the morning when she was working at her mom's store, then she'd given up on focusing on anything else.
When he finally brought her warmth to his mouth and began to suckle against it, she cried out, bringing trembling fingers up to unbutton her shirt. He hummed in pleasure and she arched, gasping, pulling her shirt open, her breasts heaving from a black bra. Then he began to work two fingers into her as he used his tongue, and she brought her hand under the table to twine her fingers in his hair and hold him in place.
He chuckled and stroked her faster and she shoved her bra up, baring her breasts. She cupped her own breasts and massaged it, groaning in pleasure, tipping her head back as he ate her out. Her inner flesh clenched and released as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her, and when he nipped at her again she let out a shrill cry, her hips trembling.
"Ned," she begged. "Oh my god, please…"
"So now you want it?" He sounded entirely too pleased with himself, her fiance, and she's so wet that she can both feel and hear his fingers penetrating her. "How much, baby?"
"Fuck, now," she cried out, and when he released her and climbed out from under the table, she's still trembling. His lips were gleaming and the pure unadulterated lust she saw in his expression sent another shudder down her spine. "Hi."
"Hey, you," he smirked and lifted her out of her chair, but instead of carrying her to their bedroom he laid her down on the table, her hips at the edge, and she parted her legs wide to him.
He shoved his boxers down in one swift movement and he was already hard as hell; she licked her lips when he grabbed her ass and held her in place before fitting himself inside her. She cried out loudly when he filled her with one smooth rapid thrust. His next thrust jarred the table and she heard her laptop rattle a little, but she doesn't care.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Katie." He said in her ear and she opened her eyes.
She blushed in pleasure. "I love you," she gasped.
"Love you too, baby. All of you, every part of you." He said, cupping her face. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she moaned and cried out at the deepest point of his next thrust. When he held himself there a little longer she squirmed her hips against his, angling herself against his penetration. "Oh, oh my God…"
He fucked her hard, possessively, and at his urging she wrapped her legs around him, tipping her head back, breathing only in ragged moans. "Look at me," he panted, and she met his hooded gaze with her own.
Then he shifted, pinning her hips between his and the table, and when he leaned down she wrapped her arms around his neck. She accepted his kiss, tasting her own arousal on his tongue as he kept fucking her. Her nipples brushed against his bare chest and she shuddered, running her hand through his hair.
Then he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her, at the joint of her neck and shoulder as he kept moving inside her. She sobbed, then cried out loudly as he suckled her breast against his mouth. "Come," he growled. "Come, beautiful."
"Ned," she sobbed. "Oh my God…"
The pressure of her climax built, he teased her with the stroke of his thumb against her, and then she constricted around him, her hips and shoulders tensing. Her eyes closed and she bucked under him, feeling him groan in pleasure as he came against her thigh.
Her grip on him suddenly slacked and she collapsed to the table's surface, limp and panting, her stomach tensing with aftershocks from her orgasm. Ned's palms were planted on either side of her and he's panting from the exertion, his skin gleaming with sweat.
"I'm not," she panted when she could finally speak again, "going to get another damn thing done tonight."
"You're welcome," he chuckled. "God, baby, that was so good…"
Finally, she opened her eyes again. Her shirt was hanging from her shoulders, her bra shoved up above her breasts, her skirt crumpled up around her stomach. The join of her thighs was achingly tender and slick with their arousal, and she felt wanton and spent, decadent and thoroughly exhausted.
"If I have to call in tomorrow to my mom because you have totally destroyed me, you get to do the honors." She said, glancing over at him.
"You mean take a long weekend and spend it seeing if we can relive the night we got engaged?"
She chuckled and accepted the hand he offered to help her up. "Don't tempt me," she told him. "Unless you can promise me I'll get my paper done."
"Oh," he murmured, picking her up in his arms and burying his face against her neck for a kiss as he carried her to their bed, "you can count on it."