"Just let me touch you," Danny said, breaking their kiss. "I just want to feel you."
"I thought we were going to bed, Danny," she said softly into his ear.
He merely kissed her again and let his hands roam down her back, his fingertips dancing down her spine.
"Danny," she whispered again.
He silenced her by attaching his mouth to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands rested on the top of her bottom.
She gave up trying to convince him to leave the steamy shower and instead began to kiss him back with fervor. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and held him close, feeling his solid, muscular frame against her own softer form. She couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her as she felt his hardening member against her thigh.
"Why do you always laugh when we're having sex?" he asked with a smile of his own.
"I dunno," she said. "I can't help it."
He laughed a bit himself and playfully nipped her earlobe. "You drive me nuts, you know that?" He pressed himself harder against her.
She nodded against him and kissed his jaw, running her tongue lightly over the dark blonde stubble she found there. She gently tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. He kissed her again, using his tongue to open her mouth beneath his.
Her hands began kneading his shoulders once more and she pressed her breasts against his chest, wrapping one leg around his waist.
"I miss you when you're gone," she whispered.
"Me too," he said just as softly, his breath ragged in her ear. He was kissing her until neither could breath. He lifted her other leg to rest around his waist and, using as much self control as he could muster, positioned himself to enter her. He wanted to take it slow, really enjoy their night together.
Instead of thrusting into her as he wanted to, he held back and used one finger to slowly stroke the soft, wiry hair he found there. He elicited a soft moan from her as he let that finger slip inside her and begin to gently move in and out.
She sought his mouth and he readily complied, inserting another finger after a few moments of stroking her this way. He let out a moan of his own when he felt her wrap her soft hand around his manhood. She gave him few slow strokes of her own and bit his lower lip.
"Danny," she moaned. "Now."
He shook his head no, thrusting forward into her hand and trying to maintain the apparent pleasure he was giving her.
"Danny," she moaned again. She removed her hand from him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now," she demanded.
He nodded against her cheek and finally thrust himself into her.
"Oh, Danny."
"Mmhmm," he muttered. He was thrusting into her deliberately. He wasn't being rough by any means. He'd never made love to anyone as he did to her: unhurriedly and with purpose. Every time. Because they didn't use those three little words, they needed to find other ways to show it. Making love to her, touching her in ways she only ever allowed him to touch her, were a pretty good start.
"Danny," she moaned. "I need you, Danny."
She needed him.
No one else.
Not anyone else in the world.
Just him.
Danny took her words to heart as he thrust into her as deeply as he could, making sure that she could feel every inch of him inside.
Neither noticed when the water turned cold. Danny kissed her once more. She was grinding her hips desperately against his, trying her hardest to bring him to climax.
"Danny," she whispered. The tone in her voice told him that she was getting close. It had that raspy, deep throated quality to it. Her eyes were half open and was pressing herself against him harder and harder with each thrust.
Danny was the first to come, his climax nearly ripping him apart. He continued to thrust into her through the aftermath of his bliss. He also had the courtesy to reach down and gently rub her now sensitive clit to help her on her way. When she came, she bit down on his shoulder to keep back her screams. Danny couldn't help the smug smile that spread across his face at that bite: he loved being able to make her scream.
As she came down from her high, he kissed every bit of skin he could reach. He placed gentle kisses on her shoulders, her throat, the tip of her nose. She leaned her head forward and rested her forehead against his. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled into his shining blue eyes.
"I'm cold," she said softly.
"Me too," he replied. "Good?" he asked.
She nodded against him, taking her legs slowly from around him. Once she had both feet on the floor of the shower, Danny shut the water off and reached around the curtain for a towel. He wrapped the towel around her and lifted her off the floor.
"Danny, no," she protested as he began to carry her to the bedroom.
Our bedroom, he thought with a pleased smile.
"Danny, yes," he whispered against her forehead as he placed a small kiss there.
Once in the bedroom, he dried her briskly with the towel and pulled back the covers on the bed. "Lie down," he said.
"You too," she insisted.
He smiled down at her and climbed in beside her. They snuggled as close together as they could possibly get, the combined heat of their bodies already warming the cold sheets.
She gave a small yawn and he smiled, kissing her cheek.
"I'm glad you're home," she whispered and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Me too," he whispered back. He took one of her hands in his and brought it to rest against his cheek. "Me too."