Co-written with Michelle. (Working title.)
Around me was the echo of dragging footsteps as I ventured down the familiar hardwood floor to my bedroom at the end of the hall. Sighing lazily, I opened the door and headed straight for the bureau to the far wall.
Rooting around in the top drawer, I quickly picked out a pair of underwear and kicked my shoes off. I was just about to whip off the old pants when I heard a throaty voice clear behind me.
"Don't let me stop you." I heard the soft murmur and instantly recognized it. Oh god, he was back. I turned slowly, smirking, my finger playing with the button on my jeans coyly.
He was decked out in full white from head to foot, leaning back in my desk chair and tapping his foot idly with a tiny smile on his face. God, he fucking had this planned down to the last second already, didn't he. That bastard.
I decided to humour him and slid my jeans down slowly, tugging my boxers with them. His eyes glassed over as they lowered down my body, my heart racing with excitement. God, he had me right where he wanted me with that look.
"When did you get home?" I asked nonchalontly, stepping out of the crumple of jeans at my ankles. He leaned forward onto his knees for a moment before grinning and standing up to meet my gaze headon. Those eyes, still those same terrifyingly blue eyes.
"Oh... a couple hours ago..." And he made me wait all this time? What a fucking tease. I scratched my stomach absently, eyeing him up and down. He's definitely changed for the better... Good Lord, those arms... that stomach.
"Well, nice to see you could make it to this end of the house," I griped with a smile. And that was when he started taking the steps. They brought him closer and closer until he was right on top of me, breathing into my ear. "Always save the best for last."
I shivered, my lips parting slightly as I panted. My tongue felt like sandpaper against my throat and I gasped for anything to relieve the tension, a low moan escaping. "I... I need some water... s-sore throat," I stuttered, grasping for an excuse.
His nose brushed against my cheek and I heard his thick whisper through the wet leps he placed on my neck. "Oh, I think I might be able to help you..."
I exhaled shakily, closing my eyes and licking at my lips slowly. Must remain calm. I snaked my arm around his waist and pulled him close to me, caressing the small of his back with rough fingers. "Suppose so..."
He lifted his chin and his head cocked to the side, smiling with bright eyes and running his fingers down a nervous arm. "I've missed you, Zac.." Oh, God - did he just say my name? It's been so fucking long..
I cleared my throat and whispered hoarsely against his ear, "I missed you too." Good God, it was true. Every night he slid into my dreams, his lips and his hands and his thighs... I darted my tongue out against his earlobe, sighing softly.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and I felt a familair warmth course through my veins. Suddenly everything was so right, and all I needed out of life was to be held like this in his strong, protective embrace. Then I felt his footsteps leading me backwards towards the bed.
I let myself fall back into the soft cushions and pulled him between my legs, gazing up at him innocently. Please God, don't break my heart. Don't leave me again. All I need in this life is for you to hold me, don't let me down, I begged with my eyes.
The reassuring smile he gave was almost frightening as he buried his face into my neck and kissed ravenously. Hot breath stormed from his nose into my skin and sent an army of chills down my back. Oh, shit just kiss me already.
I dug my heels into the sheets, grabbing at his shirt desperately, wanting to feel his skin on mine more than anything in the world. "Tay..." I whimpered, my face scrunched up. "Please..."
He paused for a moment, staring at me with unabashed amusement. I looked on warily as he grinned broadly and sat up with a slow sweep of his torso. What was he doing? Then, very carefully, he began to undo the buttons on his crisp white uniform.
I watched his nimble fingers unfasten the buttons, and licked at my chapped lips. Wanting him to hurry, I tugged at the buttons, nearly ripping them off in the process. "Anxious?" he teased, sliding the shirt off, insisting on folding it neatly, to further torture me.
His entire body was thick with muscle and he sat back on his heels, allowing me to take in the sight of overwhelming skin and bulge and strength and warmth. He wanted me to come to him and in truth, I had no problem at all with that.
I crawled forward, resisting the urge to nail him to the bed in passion, and pressed my forehead to his. Inhaling slowly, I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against his for the first time in months. Oh, God, he tasted perfect.
Once reacquainted, Taylor showed no hesitance in forming that flawless mouth to my own, allowing memory after memory of past euphoria to quicken my heartbeat and make me yearn for more. Oh God, I could swallow him, I decided, crawling to wrap myself around his amazing figure.
I felt his tongue swirl against mine and almost died, pulling him tight onto my lap as I leaned against the headboard. I moaned softly before capturing his bottom lip in mine and sucking slowly, my tongue sliding against the slight ridges.
My hands clutched his neck tightly as his lips worked angrily at my own and his hands ran up and down my tense thighs. Digging his knees into the bed, he forced his body heavily into mine and crushed me beneath his sheer muscle. I squirmed, wrapping my ankles around his leg and raking my fingers down his naked back.
As I shifted beneath his weight, his knee grazed my crotch. "Oooh, FUCK," I all but screamed, crushing my mouth on his fast. I needed him. Badly. Unimaginable how much I was aching for him, my heart pounding out of my chest with desire.
"Do it again," I whispered softly, pulling away from him to momentarily catch my breath and stare up at him again.
I closed my eyes and shivered as his knee rubbed once again against my semi-erection. Oh fuck, he felt so amazing tonight... My lips fumbled for his and I kissed him hard, my tongue plunging into his throat, wanting him deeper and deeper within me.
He felt my need, he felt it in the way I grew steadily against his thigh and in the way i tore ruthlessly as his hair, in the way my teeth raked his tongue and my hips began to crush into his lower abdomen. He felt the need I had for him and quickly reached for his pants button.
My thick fingers moved awkwardly to help him, tugging at the linen pants in desperation to feel him against me. C'mon, faster, Taylor, faster... I grunted and gave them a quick pull, and watched in awe as he slid out of them, naked before me.
My chest heaved at the sight of his immense body and the way he wrapped himself around me, now grinding into my hot erection with is own. The friction alone was enough to drive me wild and my throat choked on its own ecstasy.
"Fuck me." I didn't even recognize my own voice, but it was no surprise, as my head was clouded over with lust and wanting. I wasn't above begging for it, if that's the game he wanted to play.
I felt him smirk before I saw it and raised my eyebrows as his cool hands slid down around my thighs, dragging them over his shoulders. "You sure?" he whispered, his eyes penetrating mine fully.
I took a deep breath and reached down to take a firm grip on his nearly-peaked erection. His eyes were blazing as I jerked roughly and caused a sensation in him that I knew only I could produce. "I'm fucking positive," I told him huskily.
I felt his sweet breath on my face as he slowly guided his way inside me, and I clung to him, reveling in the intensity of something only he can bring me. I recorded every emotion that came over me, desperate to remember it all.
He was gentle at first, careful to refrain from damaging the ripeness I still held onto. Oh God, that fucking first time in was more pain than I'd ever experienced in my life. My fists wrapped themselves in the stark white of my bed sheets and my knees clenched on his shoulders. I let out a gasping breath and my eyes squeezed close as beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. OH GOD how fucking sinfully wonderful that he's inside me.
I grunted slowly, feeling him sink deep into me and begin all over again. FUCK the way he fills me is like nothing else I'll ever experience again. I could die in his arms a happy man right now, listening to his whimpers of satisfaction.
The heat from my body and the excitement from his organ was creating a pulse that drove deep down into the depths of my being. We were one person, my mind screamed at me as I look up and saw those eyes crushed with concentration as his rhythm began to quicken. My muscles clenched around him and he drove in again with deathly force, riding on adrenaline and powering me into the headboard behind. It clattered angrily against the wall and I cried out in anguish and lust as he pounded into the deepest parts of my soul.
How the fuck he managed to do this to me everytime amazed me, how every time could feel scorchingly hotter, even better than the last. GOD I want to fucking slam him into the wall and fuck him senseless. Hurry, baby, hurry, faster, FASTER. I cried out in pleasure, his name lost in the noise of the headboard crashing above our heads as he pounded into me time and time again, driving me to the brink of orgasm and beyond.
My mind was reeling and i could no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I felt his strong hands clutching my ankles, bracing himself as he panted with excitement and listened intensely as I cried out incoherantly beneath him. I'm so fucking close, just GOD, that one spot. Hit that one spot, baby, and I'm done for.
I felt slack on my ankles and was pushed roughly against the back of the bed, my face washing in confusion. He pushed hard into me, seemingly involuntarily, his eyes fixed on mine as he slid farther and farther and OH GOD, the sheer ecstasy of our union coursed through me as I felt him against me again and again, my screams deafening as I clutched onto his shoulders.
My entire body arched mindlessly into him and twisted with anticipation. He threw his head back with a sharp cry to the ceiling and lifted himself up off the bed, taking me with him. He grimaced and I felt my face contort as he filled my body with the most real manifestation of complete pleasure and satisfaction that the world has ever known.
Sinking into the pillows, I felt a stupid grin rest over my lips and laughed lightly. "Mmm... I'm glad you're home."