Finding Home

by Kelley, Aine

  “Sam ... I …”

  She gently brushes against my straining cock to shut me up. “Shh. I got this. I got you.”

  My belt is next, and she removes it with ease. As she pulls down my zipper I hold her hands in place to stop her. “No, I got this.”

  My hands go to her ass as I lift her up off the floor. Her legs wraps around me as I pull her in close to me. Immediately she begins to grind her hips into my hard cock, and I can’t hide the satisfaction I get from the sigh she lets out. “Jesus, Sam. I’m so hard for you.” We kiss each other while I move her to the bed and lay her down gently. Seeing her lying naked in my bed fuels my desire for her. “Having you in my bed, wearing only those heels and tie, kills my self-control. I want to take it slow, but I don’t think that’s possible with how much I need to be inside you.”

  “I don’t need it slow. I just need you.” She smiles shyly as a red hue spreads across her face.

  This girl tears me up inside. I didn’t think I could ever do this again. I continue to look her over, my heart swelling inside for this girl and how she heals me. “You are everything,” I whisper to her.

  She stares at me and doesn’t break eye contact. “You. Only you. Can move me.” I watch her touch her breasts in slow, circular motions. My breath hitches as her hands make their way down, tickling her belly. Her fingers delicately touch her clit. Her soft moans hypnotize me as she continues to rub herself before she stops to suck on her finger. “I’m so wet for you. Come and feel me. Touch me.”

  Well, damn, if that’s not the best fucking invitation for me to get my shit together.

  I quickly remove my pants while she watches. My inner alpha male pounds on my chest as she grins when my cock springs free. Then, out of nowhere, a sudden sense of panic creeps over me. My feet seem to be stuck to the floor, and I can only imagine the look on my face.

  “What’s wrong? Did I do or say something? Ben, talk to me.” She gets up and reaches her hand out to me. I hold onto it as our fingers mold together.

  “I’m sorry. I think I might be freaking out. I kind of realized that it’s been a really long time, and I’m afraid it’s going to be quick. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  Sam pulls me into her so that our naked bodies are touching, and my cock comes back to life. Our breaths hitch as she whispers in my ear, “You already made me come once tonight. I know you can do it again.” She lies back down and pulls me on top of her. Then her tongue licks my lips before nibbling on them.

  Her legs wrap around me as she thrusts her hips upward. The warmth from her wetness touches the tip of my cock, and it’s all I can do not to plunge deep inside her. “Ah … fuck. Okay, Sam … shit.” I kiss her hard while my hand caresses her right thigh then moves inward to her core. My thumb circles her clit before I plunge one finger in, then two. Her hips gyrate on my hand as she fucks it. Our mutual pulses continue with unabashed fury. Her breath increases as her insides clamp down on my fingers. The vibrations of her orgasm prompt her to bite down on my neck. The sensation is a lethal combination of pleasure and pain. I almost blow my load watching the way her body explodes in pleasure.

  Pushing myself up, I try to gain some control. I have to look her straight in the eyes and get out what I need to say. “Babe, look at me.” I watch as her eyes lazily open. I mentally pat myself on the back for a job well done, but I know I’m not near completion. “Just so you know, this is going to be hard and fast. It’s been a long time, but give me a few minutes, and we’ll go again.” The look of surprise and lust meet my gaze, and I know I’ve got her … all of her. And I know I can’t wait any longer. Moving onto my knees, I grab her hands and place them above her head and lock them with my grip. “Babe, let’s get one thing straight. I know I’ll want more of you. One time doesn’t seem like it will ever be enough. Brace yourself.”

  “Brace yourself.” That’s all the warning he gives me before he slams his mouth into mine. The force sends shocks to my already throbbing core. My lady bits haven’t seen this much action in a long time. I knew he could kiss, but what he does with his tongue and lips on the rest of my body has most likely ruined me. There can never be anyone else.

  He releases my hands to reach into the bedside table for a condom. I move to help him, but when I do he simply shakes his head no. “Leave your hands there, unless I tell you otherwise.” The whimper I let out makes him chuckle. His sudden arrogance prompts me to kick him in the ass with one of my locked legs. This only makes him laugh louder.

  “You ass.” The smile on his face is contagious, and I can’t help but return it.

  “You like this ass.” The laughter dies down as we both stare at each other with intent and longing. He lowers himself while hiking one of my legs up even higher. He places a soft kiss on my lips while rubbing his tip at my entrance. My hips involuntarily thrust upward, and then, as promised, he sinks deep inside me in one swift motion. The sound I make is one mixed with pain and pure bliss. He pauses and waits for me to adjust. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m better than okay. Don’t stop.” I thrust my hips into him, imploring for him to continue.

  He starts to plunge into me at a slow, teasing rate. He must sense my frustration because he begins to change his pace. Changing positions, he sits back on his knees and places my leg up over his shoulder. He hits me deep and hard as he increases his thrusts.

  His pace is frantic and merciless. He slams into me with such strength that the ache turns pleasurable. It’s all I can do to just hang on for the ride.

  I long to do something with my hands as they wildly grab at the pillow. “I need to touch you. Please … Ah …”

  “That’s it, babe. God, you feel so good. So fucking tight and warm.”

  “Ah … Let me touch you.”

  “Are you going to come for me?” His breath is getting heavier, and I can feel his sweat drip onto my skin. He continues the unyielding assault on my body, and I can’t help but want more.

  “Yes. I’m so close. Don’t stop!”

  “Touch me, Sam. Go over the edge with me. Come with me.”

  My hands grab at his chest and dig in. The carnal growl he lets out provokes another round of heavy slamming. The pressure slowly builds until I can’t take it anymore. The sharp electrical currents tear through my body as I scream his name.

  “Fuck!” is all he manages to yell as my core tightens around him, and he empties into me.

  We lay in each other’s arms in the quiet and stillness of the night. No words have been spoken, and I bask in the silence. None are needed. Occasionally, his fingers draw lazy circles down my arm and up my back, which soothe my sated, but weary, body. The movements are gentle and loving—the complete opposite of what we just did. I can’t help but laugh at the irony of it.

  Ben’s head pops up to look at me. “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Oh, come on. What made you giggle?”

  Now my whole body pops up at his statement. “Seriously? I don’t giggle? I despise girls who giggle.”

  “I hate to break it to you, babe, but that’s a giggle.”

  My hand covers my mouth in disgust. “Shit. Did you turn me into a giggler?”

  “Ha! I don’t know about that. If the sounds you’re making are from the result of what we just did, then I will gladly take the credit.” He playfully pulls me toward him and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “So, I’ll ask again. What had you giggling?”

  I smack him jokingly on the chest before resting my hands on him. “I’m laughing because your touch is so different from a few minutes ago when you weren’t quite so tame.”

  “Oh yeah? That was definitely rough. I kind of got a little out of hand. Did I ... umm … are you okay?” I watch the look of concern build in his eyes while he strokes my cheek.

  “No. I’m fine. More than fine. I’m perfectly wonderful. I may be a bit sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it.” He tugs me by the arms so our lips meet. It’s a slow and sensual kiss—the
kind that promises more to come. Breaking away, he rolls me over onto my back. His mouth opens as if to say something, but he quickly shuts it. My fingers reach out to graze across his lips to give him permission to speak.

  Ben kisses my nose again before talking. “I know we have things to figure out, but can we just be?”

  “Just be?”

  “Yeah, just be. Be in this moment, right here, right now. Be here with me. Just be.”

  “You wreck me, Ben Foster. Totally and utterly wreck me. But yeah, let’s just be.” Smiling like he just won the lottery, he lavishes me with kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. And here come the fucking giggles. It’s official. I’m a giggler. Damn him.

  “I do wish I could change one thing about tonight.” His look is solemn.

  “What’s that?

  “I wish I hadn’t been a pussy when you asked me to dance.” I can’t help but laugh at his statement. “I watched you out there. You lit up the room, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. It killed me to see you in another man’s arms when mine ached to hold you.” He sits up abruptly and reaches for something on his nightstand.

  I sit up next to him. “You know, I felt your eyes on me, watching me all night. Why did you say no?”

  “I was scared. I knew if I touched you, my last bit of self-control would vanish. And I was right.” He winks and reaches for my hand. “But I can make my wish come true.”

  “You can?”

  “Yep. Dance with me, Sam?”

  “Right here?”

  He pulls me off the bed to stand on the hardwood floor. The soft glow of the moonlight provides the only light. His hand presses some buttons on a remote and soft music begins to play. “Okay, music freak. Name this one.”

  I listen to the first few notes and recognize it instantly. “Christina Perri, “Arms.” It’s one of my favorites.”

  “Mine too. So what do you say? Dance with me. Please. Let me make this right.”

  I don’t answer him. I simply wrap my arms around his neck and move into him as close as I can. His arms reach around my waist, holding me tenderly. We stand there swaying to the music. Truly naked and bare—both physically and emotionally—my heart pangs when she sings about feeling home with your lover’s arms around you. My mind drifts back to our conversation several weeks ago about finding home. And here we are, dancing, arms around each other, and I realize that I am home. I risk a glance upward, nervous at what I may see in his eyes. His eyes will tell me what I need to know. It’s only a brief flash, but it was there. Home.

  We continue our slow dance—our bodies in time with each other—moving together in harmony. Each lyric and note is our own intimate foreplay. Each love song is like a private message sung to us, encouraging us to keep moving forward. I feel his words whisper on my neck and earlobe. “I want you, all of you.”

  I hold him tighter. “You have me.”

  “I promised you I would take it slow next time. Are you ready for me?”

  I can only nod. Words fail me at this moment.

  “I want to savor you—take my time and cherish every inch of you.”

  And he does. We’re our own love song as our bodies sing into the night.

  As she lays here beside me, asleep in my arms, I feel content. A feeling I haven’t experienced in years, one I never thought I would feel again. She has woken me from a nightmare, and I hope like hell I can stay awake. A soft murmur timbers near my chest. I want to laugh, but her sleep is so peaceful, I can’t risk waking her up. Her soft murmurs continue, and I have to admit, they are turning me on.

  Her whimpers bring my mind back to the past few hours. After our dance, I scooped her up and carried her back to my bed. Taking it slow proved more challenging than I thought. The way she touched me and explored my body nearly killed me.

  I made sure to examine every inch of her. I started with her toes and nibbled on them as I gently massaged her feet. I took my time licking and kissing her all the way up her legs, paying extra attention to her inner thighs. Next stop was her stomach and belly button. I licked and stroked, teasing her with soft tickles from my fingertips. God, she was so fucking responsive. Her moans of pleasure combined with her steadfast grip on my hair almost had me sliding inside her right then and there.

  And her breasts. They’re perfect. By the time I reached them she was begging for me to touch her. I couldn’t deny her what she wanted. My fingers reached down and entered her slowly and methodically. While my fingers worked her over, my tongue lavished her nipples. Her breathy screams, arching back, and digging nails told me she was close. The idea of her coming on my hand again so quickly was tempting, but I’m a selfish bastard sometimes, and I wanted to feel her spasms on my cock.

  Removing my hand earned me a swat on my ass and a death glare. I assured her I was going all in. I loved her playful side. Gradually, and with care, I sank deep inside her. We moved together, finding our own beat, and that’s when it hit me. I have the power to love this girl. But do I have the strength?

  So here I am, two hours later, wide awake, pondering that question. And I haven’t a fucking clue. This time, though, I can’t run. I need to face this and what we could be. But God help me, because her little noises keep arousing the beast in me. Fuck it. It’s time to wake her up. I try to tell myself it’s fine to wake her up, and I think I deserve some slack—it’s been a long ass two years.

  “Babe. Babe, wake up.”

  “Ben? What … what’s wrong?” She rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

  “Nothing, babe. Just time to wake up. I’ve got a lot to make up for.”

  She leisurely comes out of her slumber, a lazy smile gracing her beautiful mouth. “Well, all right then. Let’s make that time up.”

  “Rough or gentle?”

  “Hmm … both?”

  “God, how did I get so lucky? I’m so happy you answered the phone that day. You’re my lifeline.”

  “And don’t forget … I’m your phone-a-friend.”

  “I could never forget that. Ever.”

  And deep inside my soul, I know I never will.

  The week flies by, and I’ve been so busy I’ve hardly seen Sam. We’ve had a few stolen moments together, but not enough to satiate my need for her. I’m packing to leave for work in the city for a few days, and she’s on her way over to say goodbye. I decide to jump into this with both feet and eyes open.

  “Knock, knock. Can I come in? You left the door open.”

  “Hey babe. I left it open for you.”

  “Are you packed up?” She closes the door and approaches me.

  “Just about. How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.” I’m like a whiny kid, but it’s true. I reach out to her, and she comes willingly. Her arms envelop my body as we hug each other close. “I wish I had more time, but I have to get going.”

  “I know. Practice tonight, right?”

  “Yep. Then the game on Saturday. I’m thinking maybe you and Jenny could come watch the game. Maybe even stay the night at my place. What do you think?”

  Her eyes come to life as her lips curve into the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. “I would love that. But just so you know, I still haven’t a clue as to what you’re doing. All I know is that you guys bang the shit out of each other, then jump in a pile and the ball pops out.”

  Laughing, I kiss her on the lips. “That sounds about right, but there is some technique involved.”

  “Well, maybe someday you can teach me and tackle me?” The devious and playful look proves she may be kind and sweet on the outside, but my girl’s got a naughty side. Wait, did I just say ‘my girl’? Shit. Keep it cool.

  “So, yeah … umm. I wish I could stay, but the ride this time of day is a bitch. But, I’ll see you Saturday?”

  “Yep. I’m looking forward to it, especially Saturday night. I’ve missed you.” Her eyebrows go up and down a few times in that cute way that says she wants it. We haven’t been together since after the ball, and I’m about ready to combust. On
ce sex came back into my life, it’s all I think about and want. Obsessive, really.

  “I’ve missed you, too. Our quick little make out sessions aren’t cutting it for me anymore. I need my Sam fix.” She laughs while pulling at my hair.

  “I know what you mean. Can I tell you a little secret?”

  The way she’s talking right now is low and ethereal. She wants it just as bad as I do. “You can tell me anything, babe.”

  “The other night, when we were making out like two horny teenagers, you had me so wound up. Well, later that night, Bob never worked so hard and fast before.”

  Fuck me! I need to get out of here before I miss practice and the coach pulls me from the game.

  “Damn, babe, don’t talk like that.” She giggles and wiggles her eyebrows like she enjoys the hell out of that playful tease. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll miss practice.”

  Then she goes in for the kill. Her hand cups me, and her gentle ministrations have me pulling her to my bed. “That’s not playing fair. You rubbing my dick with images of you touching yourself are a low blow.” She pushes me onto the bed and stands in between my legs.

  “Low blow? I don’t know what you mean. Besides, I happen to know that you can be hard and fast when you want to be.” She takes off her shirt and unhooks her bra.

  “Sam! Babe. I only have so much willpower.” Next she takes off her shorts and panties. She stands there in between my legs, feigning innocence.

  “I know. I know.” One hand comes up to touch her breast, and she caresses it gently. “Well, if you really have to go, I understand.” I watch as her other hand rubs her clit. I can smell her arousal, and it’s intoxicating. I close my eyes and try to count backward from one hundred in my head. Her moan sets me off as my eyes burst open. “At least I have Bob to keep me company and take away this ache.”