You've just arrived home after a few weeks out in Paris, modelling. You pull your car into the drive and Axl opens the door, your stomach fills with butterflies as he walks towards the car.
"Baby! I missed you so much" you get out the car as quickly as you can and run to meet him. He picks you up and spins you around, your legs resting on his hips as his eyes meet yours.
"Not nearly as much as I missed you, sugar" his lips meet yours and the two of you enter into the deepest kiss. You inhale the scent of his cologne, leather and tobacco.
"I've got so much to show you! I was thinking we could have a little fashion show of our own?" Still in his arms, you gesture towards the pile of bags in your car.
"Absolutely baby, but first, I need to show my girl how much I really missed her".
He carries you into the house, tongues entwined almost the whole way to the lounge, he lays you down on the sofa, reaching for the waistband of your denim shorts.
"Axl! Let me shower, I've been on the plane for hours!" You exclaimed, holding his hands to pause his adventure.
"Like I care, I wanna taste my baby doll, now." He gives you a stern, seductive look, pinning your arms to the sofa and reaching for the top button of your shorts. Trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands travel up your white, satin vest top, feeling that you're not wearing a bra he teases your nipple bar whilst rubbing the outside of your red, lace thong.
"Mmm you feel so good baby". Axl hums as he presses his nose to your thong, taking a deep inhale before ripping the fabric from your body, burning your hips slightly, quickly fixed as his tongue plunges inside you. You reward him with an involuntary moan as your hips jut towards his mouth. Sucking and licking your clit alternately, his hand moves quickly from your nipple to your now dripping pussy.
"Axl… please" you moan, finding your fingers entangled in his red locks.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl." He almost growls as he continues his perfect assault on you.
"Y-your fingers. Please… Ax-ahhh" before you've even finished your sentence, two fingers plunge deep inside of you, feeling his rings pressing on the edge of your entrance. You feel his fingers teasing your G-spot as he continues to suck on your clit. You feel your muscles clenching around his fingers, and fireworks brewing in your tummy.
"You… taste… so… good…" Axl growls between licks as he senses your climax and increases the pressure of his fingers.
"Oh my God! Ax, I'm gonna c-" overwhelmed with pleasure you feel yourself completely let go, your orgasm saturating Axl's tongue as you explode. Your body entering a stage of both complete numbness and overwhelming ecstasy. You lay on the couch, completely relaxed, exhausted and unable to see completely straight. You're brought back to reality slowly as Axl climbs on top of you, kissing your lips softly and brushing your hair out of your face.
"I love you so much, (Y/N) Rose." His deep voice runs all the way through your body as you return his kiss, shaking away the spots in front of your vision.
"I love you too, Axl Rose." A hazy grin splits your face as your hand gets lost in his hair once more.
"So, you said something about a fashion show? I'm hoping there's some French lace in those cases." Axl motions to the car as he sits both of you up on the sofa.
"Plenty, my love. I thought about you every day." Stroking your hand down his face with your legs thrown over his lap.
"And I, you. I'm so happy you're finally home" He runs his fingers down your thighs and you suddenly feel fur rub against your feet.
"I think somebody else missed me too." Leaning up your tickle Dijon under his silver tabby chin. "Hello Mr, has Daddy been taking care of you?" Dijon leans into your hand enjoying the petting and purring loudly in appreciation.
"I've done my best sweetheart but we all just miss you too much, a man can only feel so loved with a just a couple of cats in bed." Axl draws out the sentence as his hand trails towards your inner thigh, smiling down at Dijon.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to be home." You feel a swell in your heart at Axl's words as you lay back down on the couch enjoying your husbands magical touch.
Eventually finding the strength to peel himself away from you, Axl heads outside to bring your suitcases inside.
"You really don't know how to pack light do you, baby." Axl chuckles as he lifts your fourth suitcase through the door.
"Most of those are gifts! I promise." You hang on the of the doorframe in your husbands over-shirt feigning innocence at your large amounts of luggage.
"As long as you're wearing them, I'm happy." Axl heaves your final cases over the threshold and locks the doors.
"I did promise you a show." His hands are around your waist, green eyes piercing your soul. You place a gentle kiss on his lips before his takes you into a deeper one, biting onto your bottom lip and squeezing your peachy cheeks.
"I'm the luckiest man alive." He whispers, pulling away from your lips, you don't notice his hands have stopped squeezing until a hard smack meets both of your cheeks. Suppressing a moan by biting your lip, he pulls you closer, repeating the smack but harder this time.
"I think I better slip into something a little sexier." You growl as your thigh brushes your husbands rock hard mound.
"I'll meet you in the bedroom, sugar." He gives your ass one last hard squeeze, leaving deep imprints, and the heat once again pools between your legs in anticipation.