DCM A/N: Ask for smut and you shall receive. That was all it took to get faerie_kitten to write for SML. And when we received this file, it was simple entitled 'smut!' which of course made us extremely excited. Her picture prompt is on the front page of our blog. www . dirtycheekymonkeys . blogspot . com which she found playing on tumblr, the almost as addictive sight as twitter. Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 06.01.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thanks to my beta: mary-alice-brandon-cullen
I was so tired. It wasn't the travelling or the job that was leaving me strung out and wanting to do nothing more than curl up in bed and sleep for a week. It was the lack of seeing my husband. I'd been promoted. He'd been promoted. Suddenly I was working my dream job, travelling all over the country, giving presentations and talks, and spending more time in hotels and on planes than I was in my own bed. Same with Edward. He was off doing his thing, spending about the same amount of time away from our home as I was. It wouldn't be so bad if our schedules left us flying home at the same time, giving us a weekend or two together, but all they did was clash. I came home, and then he went away. He came back, and I was off to another talk, another conference.
Even when we were home together, on those regretfully rare occasions when we managed a week or so off together, the pair of us were too tired for anything. We slept, ate, did the work we needed to do, and that was it. I might have loved travelling, but Edward didn't. He hated it. If he couldn't drive there, then he'd rather not go. But the promotion had seemed like such a good idea. Extra money. A company car. Better hours… We were still waiting for those.
In all honesty, as much as I loved my job, and absolutely adored the travelling and talks, I was considering giving it up. Sure, the chance to travel around the country on a regular basis talking about what I loved the most might never come up again; once you gave something like that up, the bosses didn't tend to offer again. But what else could I do? Edward might not have liked the travelling, but he loved his job as much as I did. I couldn't ask him to give up his job just because I was tired of not seeing him and in a perpetual state of hornieness.
And that was what it all boiled down to, didn't it? I wasn't getting enough quality time with my husband. I missed the feel of his lips against my skin, brushing along my hips and dipping lower, skimming where I wanted him and teasing my thighs. I missed running my lips over his chest and feeling him gasp when I bit him, ever so gently. What I missed most, though, was the way he used to throw me on my back, pinning me to the bed and relentlessly tormenting me until I begged him to fuck me.
Gah! Sitting on a plane that was about to land was not the best place to be thinking about getting fucked. Besides, chances were he was due to fly out again tomorrow. Which meant the most I was getting tonight was a peck on the cheek. I might be lucky enough to get something. But instead of hot, steamy fucking, it was likely to be gentle love making.
Don't get me wrong; there was nothing wrong with the way he made love to me. Absolutely nothing wrong with the way he'd slid into me until there was no way I could take any more, then took me slowly and deliberately until I was reduced to a whimpering mess that was putty in his hands.
Okay, if he was up for it, then screw being tired, I'd take love making where I could get it.
I'd take a quick fumble in the dark if that were all I was going to get. Anything so long as it involved his naked flesh, my naked flesh, and a couple of wandering hands.
And there I went again. Thinking too hard about things that might not happen. I'd be soaking my panties before we got to the gate, let alone by the time I got home and actually took a look at Edward's naked chest, with that little dusting of hair that ran down his stomach to places I wanted to go.
By the time the plane landed and I was out and sliding into a taxi, I could barely keep my thoughts on anything but sex. Still, I was almost home, and I'd be there for a week or two, three if I were lucky. Maybe our schedules would finally gel together enough that we could spend a few days together. Maybe.
The taxi pulled to a stop at the bottom of my driveway, and the driver grabbed my bags from the trunk. After he pulled away, I stood there for a moment, looking up at the house. It was a nice house, one that we owned outright thanks to healthy deposits and short-term mortgages. Two stories and a loft conversion provided us with ample space and more than enough room for the rest of the family to show up and stay if they wanted to.
Hold up. The lights were on. Normally when I came home this late at night the lights were off and Edward was just getting ready for bed. I knew he was home, but it was getting late. He should have already been thinking about bed. I'd been hoping that I get back in time to join him, but the downstairs lights were on as well as the bedroom ones.
With an eager step and hope in my heart, I walked up the drive and opened the door. My heart caught in my throat, skipping a beat or two in the process. Sprawled out across our soft brown leather sofa was my husband. The lights were dimmed down, bathing him in that wonderful half-light that almost hid more than it revealed. Almost. I knew my husband well enough to know that he was naked all the way down to his toes. And it wasn't because he'd run out of clean clothes.
I'd been horny on the plane. Flustered in the cab. Now, now I was down right burning.
"Hi, honey," I whispered. "I'm home." My voice came out hoarse with the need that was burning a hole in the centre of me, a hole that was begging to be filled. Repeatedly.
Those dark, hooded eyes of his slid over to me, starting at my feet and lingering over every inch of my body until he met my eyes. The weight of that stare had me squirming where I stood, wishing I had on tighter pants so I could get some kind of friction going. Settling for lovemaking had been left with my bags, at the door, discarded and exchanged for something better; a whole house worth of fucking.
Because everything in that stare screamed fucking.
"Come here," Edward said with a crook of his finger and a smile that demanded my obedience.
He rose to meet me. Slow and steady, enunciating every move of muscle until he was towering over me. But I wasn't looking at his face. I'd spent hours watching him sleep, so I knew every inch of that beautiful face. What I was looking at was something I hadn't been up close and personal to in far too long.
The end of that trail of hair gave way to a wealth of curls, coarse and so very grab-able. With the tips of my fingers, I reached out, tracing the ends of those curls, making him shiver.
"Aren't you cold?" I asked, staring still nowhere near his face.
"I called the airport," he answered, "so I knew when you'd be home."
"Oh, waiting for me, were you?"
Long fingers traced my cheek, gently bringing my face up to meet his. His hand slipped around my neck, tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Yes," he breathed, and kissed me.
It was the kind of kiss that left me breathless, panting, and aching in places only he had ever touched. He could have eaten me all the way down to my toes and I'd have happily stood there and let him. Except for the fact that I was so not naked enough to be eaten all the way to my toes, past all those deliciously fun parts.
"I ran a bath," Edward whispered against my throat. "The big bath."
'The big bath,' was big enough for two of us, lying down, next to each other, with room to spare. Plenty of room to manoeuvre, and more than enough room to enjoy ourselves.
"I best get undressed then." I smiled up at my husband, not daring to wonder what had brought all of this on.
"Oh, no, that's my part," he answered. "All you have to do is get that ass of yours up those stairs."
No need to tell me twice. Turning on my heel, I was moving for the stairs before anyone had to even think about telling me twice. When my foot hit the first step I felt a swat on my ass, which only served to spur me on. Edward was right behind me, and apparently he had no intention of letting me slow down. At all.
I still did. As soon as I stepped inside the master bathroom, with its bath to die for, I stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting around the full, steaming bath were dozens of candles, all lit, all burning away, giving the room the kind of golden glow books talk about having after an amazing orgasm.
"I have something to tell you," Edward said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I sort of quit my job yesterday."
His words were rushed, as though he thought that maybe I'd be upset with the news. Confused, yes, but not upset. Only minutes before I'd been thinking of one of us giving up our promotions… wait…
"As in completely, or just downgraded?" He loved that job, and no lack of sex on my part was going to let him give it up.
"I've gone back to my old job. Five days a week in the office. No flying, no travelling, and home for dinner every night." Never had such beautiful words been spoken. Screw romantic poetry, those were the words that made me go weak at the knees.
Closing my eyes, I sank back into his embrace, well aware that his cock was pressing against me, ready to be used. Home every single night. So for every week I was away, I got to spend another one at home. Coming home to Edward every night. Spending my evenings sleeping in his arms. Spending my mornings waking up to his touch and all the time in the world to take things as far as we wanted.
If I wasn't careful I was going to end up being more than just weak at the knees before we even started. My panties were already soaked through, and he hadn't even touched me. Hell, I wasn't even naked yet.
"So, didn't you say something about wanting to get me naked?" I whispered, looking up at him.
"You're not mad at me? We normally discuss these things before I go ahead and do it."
"I was on the verge of giving up my own promotion, Edward. Both of us working away just doesn't give me enough time to jump your bones."
"I couldn't have put it better myself," he said with a chuckle.
"Then get on with getting me naked."
My demand ceased his laugh, replacing it with a determined look of purpose. His hands slid from my waist, fingers dancing along the edge of my top. Grabbing it, he tugged, pulling it up slightly so he could reach underneath, caressing the skin there with such deliberate slowness that I almost felt like complaining. Slow was not what I wanted. Not at all.
But then suddenly my top was gone, pulled over my head in a movement so quick I almost missed it. It was tossed to the side, careful of the candles, lying discarded on the floor. Strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezing, pressing those beautifully long fingers into me until I did moan, but not in protest. His lips traced the line of my neck, suckling at the skin hard enough to mark, hard enough to make me gasp.
My pants went next, leaving my breasts aching for more where they'd been neglected. It was worth it once my pants hit the floor, though. No sooner was I free of them than one hand was back tending to my breasts, the other tickling the edge of my panties. Like I wasn't wet enough already.
"Edward," I moaned.
He didn't need to ask what I wanted. Already so riled up from my dirty thoughts on the plane, I didn't need anything more than a passing glance at foreplay. Didn't need it, but by fuck I wanted it.
Edward was only too happy to oblige.
Hooking a thumb in each side of my panties, he eased them down my legs, so slow, so deliberate. Kissing down the length of my spine as he went. Down an inch, kiss. Down another, kiss. Another still, kiss. Finally they were on the floor, and Edward was kneeling behind me, just where I wanted him, but on the wrong side of me.
His hands stroked their way up my calves, my thighs, fingertips teasing me in ways I had missed so much. Then, slipping around to my rear, he grabbed hold of me, one cheek in each hand, forcing me to bend over or fall. Bending over was just what he wanted, and it was exactly what he got.
Grabbing the edge of the tub, I knew what was coming, but gasped regardless. I hadn't felt his tongue on me in too long. Far, far too long. Then there it was, stroking up my wet flesh with such delicate movements, taking in so much of me and yet never, ever enough.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, hot breath cool against damp skin. "Just. Like. This."
Good job I was holding onto the side of the tub, otherwise I'd have ended up on the floor. My arms were the only thing holding me up, my knees were like jelly, my ass resting in my husband's hands as he fucked me with his tongue. Such perfect planning. Such an enticing angle. He fucked me with his tongue, and just the mere thought of having him do the same to me with his cock had me barely able to stand, dripping down my thighs with anticipation.
Just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, slapping my ass as he stood up.
"But not yet. First I want you really naked."
I'd all but forgotten about my bra. There were other things running through my mind, like the feel of lips against mine and tongues fucking places they were never designed to do but did such a good job at it.
Still gripping the edge of the tub, Edward had to hold me up to get my bra off. Then he helped me into the steaming water, settling me on the little ledge that ran right round the edge, just under the surface.
"I've missed these," he said, cupping my breasts again, running his thumb over my nipples. "So responsive to me. So… suckable."
Just where I wanted him, just what I wanted him to do in that moment, he lowered his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. Nibbling, sucking, toying with me until I was so far beyond a pile of mush to be moulded by his hands that I might as well have just been water. Too long I'd been without his touches. And they felt so much better for having missed them.
Words left my mouth, but I had no idea what they were or what they meant. They might not even have been words. Probably weren't. But for all my dirty thoughts, Edward's teasing was so much better. For every flick of tongue across my skin and nip of teeth on delicate flesh, I wanted more, needed more, demanded more.
"Come here," he whispered.
One hand on my thigh, spreading me wide, the other at my back, pulling me deeper into the water. Legs around his waist. Head falling back on my shoulders. Water hiding the part of him I wanted to see as I felt him enter me. But I did feel it. Every part of him, easing forward, savouring the most delicious impalement in the world. Just once he was slow. Just once he was deliberate about filling me to the hilt until there was nowhere else to go.
Then, with a surge of energy and strength, he lifted me from the water so that only my feet were dipping there, wrapped around his hips as they were. I managed to raise my head just once, just to watch him pull almost all the way out. I moaned at the loss, even though I knew that was what coming next would be better than anything that had come before.
When it did come, when his hands gripped me so tight I thought he'd bruise me, I screamed his name, my back arching with the intensity of it all. With nothing to grab hold of, I let my weight fall into his arms, letting him support the both of us as he rose up to meet me, thrust after thrust after thrust. A hand on my shoulder, the other on my ass, his cock driving into me like he thought he'd never get to touch me again and he had to make every single thrust count. He filled me again and again and again, aiming for places inside of me that only he knew existed, that only he knew how to use to make me scream for him. Just for him.
And when that moment came, when the force of being fucked after so long of nothing but soft and gentle became too much for my body to handle, I didn't think twice, I just went with it. It washed over me like a tidal wave, the world crashing down around me in sharp shards of pleasure that were almost too intense, almost too much to bear. On and on, over and over, again and again in time with each and every one of Edward's trusts, I screamed, calling his name, crying out with words so old they couldn't be written or spoken. Words so primal that every creature in the world knew what they were.
Edward joined me. My name on his lips. His hands on my body. His cock going deeper than he'd every been.
We sank into the water together, letting the wet warmth engulf us. It tingled across my skin, still so sensitive to everything that my body jerked a little, another wave of exquisite pleasure running through me.
His lips were gentle against mine. I almost felt like a giggling teenager making out with her boyfriend for the first time. Gentle he might have been, but eagerness made his hands wander and his tongue dart.
I whimpered when his brushed my nipple with something harder than his fingers. Glancing down, I saw a bar of soap in his hands.
"I'd planned on this before I fucked you," he whispered, leaving a sudsy path across my chest, "but you're just too hard to resist."
"Mmmm," I mumbled. "I'm glad you didn't."
His hand dipped below the water's surface, taking the soap with it. He spread my legs once more, running the bar up my thighs and across my lower stomach. Then the slippery hardness brushed my clit and I jerked against him with a gasp.
He chuckled. "Sensitive?"
Gasping at the little aftershocks that were running through me, I said, "Yes!" as he did it again.
"Good. Maybe I should almost quit my job more often."
"Or you could just welcome me home like this every time," I suggested, my mind wandering to delectable thoughts of flying home and getting well and truly fucked.
I'd go away on an almost weekly basis if this was what was waiting for me when I got home. Come to think of it, I'd rather stay home on a weekly basis and wake up to my husband every day instead. But I couldn't have both the job of my dreams and the best fucking of my life every single day.
"I've got a better idea," Edward said, tossing the soap to one side. "How about I fuck you again right now? Then we can go to bed, sleep in as long as we want, and I'll wake you up with my face between your thighs."
There really weren't any other words that he needed to say. Nothing at all that could make the evening any better, at all.
"You know what," I said to him, finally reached between his legs and taking hold of what I wanted, "that sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."
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