The garage door yawned open when he pulled into the driveway.
“Surprise,” she said softly. “I had an automatic opener installed. Actually, I told your brother I was thinking about it. Next thing I know he and your dad came to stay the weekend and it was done.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure that’ll cost me.”
“Kicking back a few beers and watching basketball with them when they get here will be such a hardship.”
“Smart ass.”
“Thank you.” She shouldered the truck door open as the garage door closed behind them. A light clicked on overhead automatically.
The first scents of home surrounded him. Danny inhaled. More peace settled over his shoulders. He retrieved his packs from the truck bed. Hannah already had the door to the kitchen open. He could smell apple pie, knew she’d have French vanilla ice cream and shaved dark chocolate to go with it. Home. Love. Peace. Quiet.
He stepped across the threshold, dropped his packs and swung Hannah into his arms. She wrapped herself around him. He let his tears fall and knew she was crying too. Neither said a word. They just held on. When they finally pulled their heads from each other’s shoulders, all they did was wipe tear tracks from the other’s face.
“I could really use a decent shower.” He’d been traveling for over a day. “And perhaps someone to scrub my back.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” When she grabbed his hand and started in that direction, he pulled back.
“Let me dump my clothes in the laundry room. I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll get it hot for you.” She walked down the hallway, stripping as she went and leaving a trail of clothing in her wake.
Little tease.
Danny didn’t bother with the laundry room. He tore his clothes off as he ran after her, or pulled as much off as he could. Hannah squealed when she heard him give chase, but didn’t run very fast to get away. He tackled her to their bed in a flying leap, landing in a tangle of arms, legs and lips.
She locked her ankles around his waist and rocked her crotch over his erection. He peeled his lips away from hers.
“Hold that thought.” He rolled away to remove his boots.
Hannah sat behind him. Hot lips wandered the trail of his spine. Short nails scored sweet fire down his back. Then she rubbed her nipples against him.
Danny yanked at the laces while she tortured him. Her hands were faster, pulling his belt loose, ripping the fly buttons from their holes, shoving trousers and shorts down until she could reach her target. He clenched his jaw on a hard groan as her fingers wrapped around his erection. She stroked him without mercy, that talented mouth working its way lower. The brain in his head shut down. The one in his dick now had full control.
Hannah rolled to the floor, flashing her tongue up and down his length. He grabbed her head and stabbed for her mouth. She avoided his attempt every time.
“You are so going over my knee later,” he growled. He spied the wooden hairbrush on the nightstand. “Maybe now.”
Her sultry giggle shot lightning to his balls. “Promises, promises.”
He realized in the fog of lust that she’d tugged his clothing farther down his legs, then off completely. Somehow she’d gotten those damn boots and socks off. She crawled up his body, pushing him to the bed. Danny grabbed her around the waist, tossed her to the mattress and seated himself in one deep plunge.
Pleasure rolled over him. He saw the far side of the universe and every star from here to there. Now he was home. Safe, sound, loved, whole again.
Hannah locked arms and legs around him. She’d forgotten how full Danny’s cock felt inside her. All the dildos and vibrators in the world couldn’t match him. The pulse of his erection, the heat of it, the sheer power and strength. No, nothing else compared.
She inhaled the smell of him, imprinting it on her mind once more. And the weight of his body cradling her into the mattress. How could he manage to make her feel so possessed and protected at the same time?
Tears welled up again. She refused to cry this time. All she wanted was to feel her man, to soak up all the love that poured off him.
Hannah rubbed her hands over his shoulders. Muscles flexed under her touch. So perfect. So magnificent. All mine.
She thought of the children who’d ride up there. Their squeals and laughter. The adoration for their wonderful father shining in eyes that mirrored his. How he’d hold their hands through life’s fears, cradle them through sickness, give them his strength and knowledge.
“I love you more than life itself,” she said. “I cannot breathe without you. I cannot think. I can only be. It’s like I’m in suspended animation when you’re away from me.”
Long lashes lifted as he looked at her. “I’m afraid without you. Not whole. You make everything that’s wrong, right. You always know the exact thing to do.”
“Not always.”
He smiled. “Yeah, always.”
He wedged his hand between them, parking his thumb over her clit until it kissed his erection. Then he moved.
Hannah arched into the sensation. She clenched her muscles around hardened steel. Pleasure radiated outward. She knew by the end of the night they would have loved each other in every manner possible. But this was the best—the first time, the renewal, the reconfirmation of everything they were and would continue to be.
Slow, steady strokes slid deep. How he managed such control… Hannah didn’t give a damn how he did it. It just felt good.
Her body skipped to a higher level, readying her for climax. Danny knew right away, but then he’d always known her so well. He matched her need, pumping faster, harder, deeper. She clutched his shoulders, knowing her nails cut him, but unable to keep from doing it. She lifted her knees, pressing her heels into the clefts of his butt cheeks.
Danny groaned. She watched the battle for control on his face. Head lifted, jaw clenched, teeth bared. His eyes rolled back, then his lids closed and he fucked her harder, faster. Her breath came in short gasps.
So close. So close.
He kept getting harder and hotter, more relentless with those thrusts that now pounded against her. They built and built—
Hannah froze in wonder. Danny did too. They came together in a soundless climax like nothing she’d experienced before. She could feel the fire pour from him, feel her body suck him in. It felt as if they were suspended forever before they slid down the other side and sagged into the mattress.
Those kisses and touches she cherished after sex crowned the moment. Danny rolled his weight from her and pulled her into his arms. She cuddled on his broad chest and toyed with the hairs in the center.
“I could really use that shower now, but I don’t know if I can move.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.
“Mmm…I know what you mean. That was so much better than a lust letter.”
Danny froze. “I’m still gonna get my hot letters even though I’m home, right?”
Hannah laughed and rolled to her feet. “Poor, neglected guy. Don’t worry. I think you might find a surprise or two in your lunch box.”
“Really?” He swung to the side of the bed next to her. “And here I was hoping for nooners.”
“Aren’t you the naughty one?” She tickled her fingers down the trail of hair to his navel.
“That, hot stuff, would be you.”
Without warning he ducked and tossed her over his shoulder.
Hannah squealed with laughter. “Hey, where’s my naughty-girl spanking?”
He added a light smack to her butt and hiked her interest to high alert. “How’s that for a start?”
“Oooh, I like it. Shower?”
“You were going to get it hot for me, remember?”
“Trust me, sweetheart, it already is.”
He swung her down and into his arms, cradling her close, bright eyes and smile wrapping her heart in love. “So it is.” He rubbed his hand over her bottom. “But not hot enough.”
With
no further warning, he sat and plunked her facedown over his lap. Her “hey” cut to a squeak as he whacked the hairbrush over her ass.
“I never promise if I don’t intend to deliver, sweetheart. You’ve gotten entirely too sassy while I’ve been gone.”
Hannah stretched over his lap, lifting her ass higher. “Just be kind.”
“What I intend to be is thorough.”
She gasped with the next spank and closed her eyes on a hard groan as warmth spread over the surface. Blood rushed to her crotch, swelling labia and clit. She longed to rub against his thigh and feel the coarse hairs bring her to climax. But she’d been in charge of her orgasms for too long. The reins were all Danny’s to control now.
She fisted the bedspread and tried her best next not to squirm as one pop after the other heated her backside. She’d forgotten how great it felt to have everything furnace hot and full to bursting. Forgotten—oh god!—how he’d pause at just the right moment and thrust those long, thick fingers up her ass, into her cunt and torture her by avoiding the hard knot of flesh that demanded his attention. Forgotten how much discipline Danny could dish out. Enough to make every sound that tore from her throat a groan, enough to make her feel it when she sat the next day, and want it all over again.
He rubbed her cheeks, alternating smacks with his hand and the brush, then tunneling his fingers inside her until the slurp of her juices rivaled her moans. And just when she thought she couldn’t bear it a second longer, he stopped.
Danny eased her to the bed. Hannah didn’t dare move. She knew what was next and she wanted it more than she could bear. Her breath caught when she heard the nightstand drawer slide open.
“Spread your thighs, sweetheart.”
She obeyed without pause or question. The hum of the vibrator raced her already pounding heart. Danny traced it down the crack of her ass, over the seam where butt met thigh and then plunged it into her pussy.
“No coming,” he warned.
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“Good girl.” He grabbed the bed pillows and pulled them her way. “On your knees. Keep those shoulders on the bed.”
Once he’d placed the pillows under her stomach, he pressed her hips down. “Very good. How’s that sweet bottom? Need a little more?”
“You know what’s best.”
“Such a safe answer.” She heard him walk away and knew he was retrieving his soft leather belt. Eyes closed, she counted his steps back. Leather hissed in his hand, then snapped over her backside.
“You want this on your clit, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Your thighs.”
“Yes,” she gasped again and was rewarded with strikes against the tender flesh. Then he swung the tip of the belt and caught her clit. Orgasm loomed.
“Oh, please…Danny…I’m going to come,” she cried out.
“I’ll allow it.” He swung again, striking ass, thighs and clit. Again her ass, her clit. Her clit. Her clit.
Hannah cried out as she came, shuddering under the impact. Danny rubbed his hands over her ass and thighs. She felt cold lube penetrate her anus, followed by the press of his cock against her hole. One hand guided his cock inside, the other kept the vibrator wedged in her pussy. Inch by inch he took her until he was balls-deep in her ass. Her muscles clenched around his cock and she smiled when he groaned.
Another hum intruded. Danny pressed over her body, guiding her down farther as he wiggled his hand under her. Hannah jerked when the second vibrator touched her clit. His weight kept her in place. She writhed under the onslaught of another impending orgasm. Long, hard, deep thrusts ensured she felt every single bit of it.
He buried his face in her neck, latched on to her and growled. She jerked her head back, pushed her hips into him and came. He thrust deeper and joined her, grinding into his climax. When the last spurt, the last echo of a ripple died away, they collapsed like ragdolls into the bed, pants heaving in unison.
“Now I really am home,” he mumbled.
“You sure as hell are,” she managed to reply.
Danny shifted his weight from her, then removed the toys. He dropped kisses over her butt, licked up her spine, then rolled her into his arms.
“Come on, sweetheart. There’s a hot bath waiting for us. I’m counting on you to make sure I don’t fall asleep and drown.”
She snuggled into him. “Oh, I think I can manage to keep you occupied, or at least tie you in place.”
He chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
About Caitlyn Willows
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