Page 29 of Unsaid Things

She grinned. She always loved when he was reduced to single word sentences. Tossing her coat on the couch, she crossed the living room to their bedroom, pulling off her sweater and cami as she went. Before she could get her bra off, Lance’s hands were undoing the clasp, sliding one strap down her shoulder and brushing kisses over the newly exposed skin. He worked his way back up her neck as her bra fell away, brushing her hair out of the way. She tilted her head to the side, arching to give him better access. His hands came around to the front, cupping her breasts, his fingers tugging at her nipples, a shiver going through her as he placed a kiss behind her ear and ran his teeth over her earlobe. She melted into him, his bare chest hard against her back, the silken touch of skin on skin washing away any remaining unease from their time apart. As long as she had him she could face them all. This—he—made everything better. Always.

He turned her in his arms, his mouth finding hers once again, his tongue sliding against hers. Her arms twined around his neck, and his hands on her hips guided her back toward the bed. Stopping just short of pushing her back onto it, his hands undid the button and zipper of her jeans, pushing them down over her hips. She helped get them far enough down that gravity did the rest of the work to get them to her ankles, then she turned her attention to his jeans, making short work of the belt buckle, button and zipper. His boxers and jeans fell to the floor more easily, a soft thud sounding from the weight of his keys and wallet hitting the floor. She sat down and kicked her pants off, laying back on the bed and propping herself on her elbows. “How do you want me?”

Lance’s gaze darkened, and her lips parted as she watched him rub himself with his fist. “Any way I can get you.”

“You know you can always have me however you want.”

“Is that so?” His voice was a low rumble as he climbed on the bed, his legs straddling her thighs. “What if I want your mouth?”

She leaned forward, grasping him with one hand and sliding her tongue over the crown before taking him in her mouth.

He groaned, one hand coming to rest on her head, and he pumped his hips in shallow thrusts. She stayed still, letting him use her mouth, knowing he wouldn’t go too far or too hard. Before she was ready for it, he pulled away, his hands going under her armpits and hoisting her up the bed like she weighed nothing, his mouth covering hers, his knees spreading her legs so he could rest between her thighs.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled back, guiding himself to her entrance with his hand, teasing her by rubbing the head all over her center. “Sweetheart, I just want you.” With that, he lined himself up and entered her.

She let out a soft sound of pleasure and her head sank back into the pillows at the feel of him filling her up. He came down over her, holding himself on his forearms, pressing their bodies together as much as possible. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to move by pressing her hips up against his. He let out a groan, low and sexy, and she loved how she could still make him come undone, could do it better and easier than ever.

He took her mouth in another kiss, slow and languid like his strokes. Sometimes he took her hard and fast, up against a wall or bent over a convenient piece of furniture. But tonight was all slow and sensual, skin sliding on skin, deep, drugging kisses, a reunion full of emotion as much as want and base need.

Soon Lance’s pace increased, even though she could tell he was trying to hold himself back. To make this last as long as possible. He pulled one of her legs up, opening her even more, allowing him to sink in even deeper. She arched against him, every nerve singing, loving every stroke. His hand moved between them, gathering her wetness to slide his fingers in circles over her clit.

“I can’t last much longer. I need you to come with me.”

She couldn’t answer as he increased the pressure and speed, stroking her both inside and out in a perfect rhythm. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her, her nails digging into his skin. He let out a groan, but she knew he loved it as much as she did when he got a little rough with her. He pinched her clit, flicking it back and forth a few times, and she gasped. He returned to the ever quickening circles, the pressure growing firmer as each thrust pumped hard and measured against her inside.

“Come with me, Abby. Now.” With one last thrust he gripped her hips and held himself against her, grinding his pelvis against hers. The tension inside her exploded, her muscles convulsing, heat washing outward from her center.

She went limp, Lance’s weight pressing her into the bed as they both recovered. Stroking a hand over his shoulder and up to his cheek, she turned his face to hers and kissed him softly. “Welcome home.”

He chuckled and moved off of her, rolling to the side and kissing her again. “Thanks. I’m glad to be home.”

Abby snuggled into him, more content than she thought she could be given all the stress still swirling around them. But she would worry about that later.

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