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Title: Home
Author: Kim M.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own everything!
A/N: I truly appreciate constructive crticism! This story isn't Beta'd, so I apologize in advance for any typos, grammer malfunctions, and such. I read over it, but you know how that is. Thanks for reading, in advance! :)


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He didn’t care. She didn’t understand how he couldn’t, but he didn’t. His hand slowly slid down her spine, the tips of his fingers tickling the warm skin of her lower back. Not calloused, not smooth, and still she shivered, a tingling path left in the wake of his touch. A touch she craved. Like an addict, she was addicted, but not to substance. To him, to his intoxicating, overwhelming manly scent. His breath attacked her neck as he leaned against her from behind, his chest to her back, waves of heat tumbling out of him, cocooning her. If she had been cold before, she wasn’t now, her blood boiling beneath the surface, rushing hard through her veins, concentrating on the spot his fingers moved against, beneath the waist of her jeans. His strong arms slid around her and she leaned back against him, his own body using the wall behind him for support.

They hadn’t even made it to the bed, lucky they even made it to her bedroom before they crashed into each other. His lips had claimed hers, hungrily, her own just as demanding, just as dominant, eager to taste the warmth of his lips on hers. For minutes they devoured one another, tongue’s dueling, never achieving, submission from the other. She’d tripped over her own feet causing their bodies to tumble in a mass of limbs to the plush carpeted floor of her bedroom. Breathing heavily, she rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him, but he’d quickly rolled her onto her own back seconds later. When they’d finished playing, a smile graced her bruised, swollen lips, and he was grinning down at her, her hands pinned above her head.

“I guess you win.” She whispered breathlessly, though not resisting the pout as it tumbled over her features, her brown eyes dancing. He stared down at her, and she turned her head to remove the errant lock of red hair from her face, before her gaze found his again. He stared, his large hands holding her wrists firmly against the ground, not enough to hurt. Tilting her head, she smiled shyly, and watched as his lips widened into a deep, penetrating smile that had her insides coiling with unfamiliar delight. He was breathtakingly handsome, and she still wondered how she’d gotten so lucky, because luck had never been on her side. She had to keep reminding herself that this was real, that he was real, his weight holding her against the ground.

He tilted his head, before slowly climbing off of her, tugging on her wrists and pulling her up with him as he moved, finding the wall behind him. In a few split seconds she was cradled between his legs, his hands wandering over her, ending up where they were now. Her back against his chest, his legs parallel to hers, his long fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. He had told her, time and again, that he didn’t care, but she had her doubts. Doubts that had been drilled into her, from childhood. It wasn’t something she could forget. She’d never be a size two, hell, she’d never be a size ten, but she supposed, that didn’t mean she wasn’t…attractive. She just couldn’t see it, not like he could. Not like anyone else could.

Sighing softly, she let her head fall back against his shoulder, his hand sneaking underneath her shirt, his nails scratching lightly at her stomach. Her breath hitched and she turned her head, her eyes falling against his profile, his fingers continuously teasing her slowly warming flesh as his hand traveled higher. When she felt his fingers whisper against the underside of her breast, she gasped, one hand grasping at his jean clad thigh, the other lifting, finding the back of his neck with ease. It felt so natural… Being with him, like this, his lips whispering against her neck, his breath warming her skin. She felt her skin flush under his ministrations, her nerves dancing with anticipation. “Matt…” His name was a soft breathless whisper, his eyes penetrating hers, his hand cupping her breast through the silk bra barricading him away from her flesh. She had no intentions of stopping him, despite her apprehension.

She was always apprehensive when it came to taking her clothes off, in front of anyone. Butterflies danced heavily in her stomach, the tip of his index finger flicking over her nipple, pebbling under his touch. Her chest arched against his hand, aching for more, her eyes falling shut as he tweaked the nipple gently, and a breathy whisper of a moan in her throat. He took the opportunity, of her head thrown back against his shoulder, her neck arched, to latch onto the steady thrum of her pulse point, beating hard against her neck. She shivered, her nails clawing at the back of his neck, before her fingers slid up into his hair, grasping the dark strands, urging his soft lips closer, gasping when he sucked harder.

Her mind grew hazy, every rational thought dancing out of her head, her focus on his lips, his hand, and his warm body pulsing behind her. With his lips busy on her neck, she hadn’t noticed his hand had left her breast, now busying itself with removing the denim jacket she had insisted on wearing. Shallow breaths cut through her lungs, only lifting away from him enough so he could remove the jacket and toss it to the side, she supposed. It didn’t take long for him to untie her shirt from around her neck, the halter hugging her curves, accentuating her breasts. It had been the only reason she’d worn the shirt today. For him. As it was pushed to rest around her waist, her bottom lip fell victim to her teeth, nibbling on the swollen flesh, whimpering when he pulled his lips away from her marked neck.

He’d claimed her, in every way possible. Mind, body and soul, and the mark just proved it. Her neck throbbed deliciously, a slow smile gracing her lips. “You taste good.” His husky voice whispered in her ear, the tip of his velvety tongue stroking the shell of her ear. She purred softly, her hand falling away from his neck, both hands now gripping his thighs as she shifted herself back against him, purposely. His sharp intake of breath had her smiling seductively, secretly. “Do I?” She murmured quietly, her hands keeping their grip on his thighs. “I hadn’t noticed.” She felt his chest vibrate softly behind her, indicating the quiet laughter he failed to conceal. “Babe, I’d doubt you’d be able to.” Shivers spun carelessly down her spine, his voice causing the warm wave of currents inside her. The ache between her legs becoming unbearable. Almost.

“You never know. I have my ways.” Her own rumble of soft laughter echoing off the white walls of her room. He shook his head, his breath against her skin as he leaned into her, his warmth enveloping her. “Now that, I would love to see.” She felt her skin flush, a soft shade of red, she was sure. But she turned her head to hide the tint to her otherwise tan skin, shifting against him, intentionally once more, before attempting to lift herself out of his arms. Playfully, of course. His hands slid to her hips, holding her firmly, gently, against him. She could have gotten away, if she’d really wanted to. “Where do you think you’re going?” She could hear the smirk in his voice. Oy. He was determined to kill her, wasn’t he? “Nowhere, now.” She spoke, almost breathlessly. His lips had discovered her neck once more, and she was powerless to stop him as she melted beneath his touch. Her stomach flipped and plummeted, butterflies shifting restlessly around inside of her. Dying for more. Begging for release. She swore she almost cried when his lips found hers again, the tips of his fingers brushing against her jaw, turning her head which had fallen back against his shoulder. His lips claimed hers, passionately, his tongue taunting her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open as the gasp threatened to tumble from inside of her. His tongue met hers for the second time, electricity heating her body to her very core, wet heat coating her. Jesus.

Her hand lifted, threading into his hair, pushing her mouth harder against his, her tongue dueling with his, returning his own taunts and teases. Because let’s face it, it wouldn’t be fair if he was the only tease, now would it? No. She was making it her mission in life to tease him, to take him to the limits, to see just how far he’d let her go, before it became too much. And she silently hoped it would never be enough. That he’d keep coming back for more. And as his tongue danced with hers, his body maneuvering out from behind her so her back was now pressed up against the door, her neck craned to keep his lips against hers, she new one taste would never be enough. Already, she wanted more. Everything. Him.

While his mouth was busy on hers, he’d somehow managed to work himself between her legs, nudging her thighs apart with his knees. She was delirious with his mouth taming hers, her hands in his hair, whimpering as he kept pulling away, just slightly, the moment she attempted to pull him closer. Fucking tease. His hands were everywhere, and nowhere. All at once. Grazing down her arms, his fingers tugging on hers, but not quite releasing their grip on his hair, before his hands were shifting down, towards her hips, exploring their way beneath her shirt. She arched away from the door when his fingers scratched lightly at her sides, that familiar bubble of laughter careening into a sighing, throaty moan. He hiked her shirt up higher as his hands slid further, his tongue melting all of her barriers of insecurity she ever could have had. Because she couldn’t breathe, let alone think while his hands were on her skin. Something she’d dreamed of, that was now real. It literally took her breath away.

“That’s not fair, you know.” She spoke breathlessly as he tugged his lips from hers, despite her whimper of protest. But he seemed intent on ridding her of her shirt, and by the gleam in his eyes, he was about to tear the cloth to shreds, even as it had already been half undone. “Who said I had to be fair?” He grinned, as she lifted her arms, tugging the shirt up and over, tossing it haphazardly behind him, caring less where it landed. His eyes never left her. Her skin flushed underneath his gaze, shifting awkwardly against the door, her arms lifting to cross over her bra-clad chest. Maybe lace had been a good thing? And he’d been behind her before, so this was his first real look. His hands caught her wrists before they’d crossed completely, but she couldn’t trust herself not to want to cross them again when he let go.

But before she could open her mouth to speak, he’d let go of one wrist, his hand moving to work on his belt, pulling it off in about three point five seconds. She’d never seen anyone work so fast, despite the first fumble. “You’re not going to hide yourself from me.” He spoke, his voice soft, tingles spreading throughout her entire body. God. He encouraged her to lift away from the door, guiding her hands behind her back, and something about the warm, smooth leather of his belt against her skin had her moaning. Very softly, but he heard the sound as he leaned over her, securing the belt, before letting her lean back against the door. “You okay?” She could only nod, afraid that if she opened her mouth, all that would leave her was breathless moans, not even sure if she’d already come or not. Who knew being tied up could be such a fucking turn on? And those lips…grinning…

She was fucked. Well not quite. But certainly, she would be. Thoroughly, she was sure.

His lips returning to her neck had her head falling back against the door; his hands never idle as they slid over her. Exploring every inch of her hot, exposed skin. She felt the beads of sweat against her temple. When the fuck had it gotten so hot? Her eyes shot open when the tip of his finger whispered over her already hard nipple, the action arousing beyond belief. She’d always had over sensitive breasts, though. And that whisper of a touch was nothing compared to his tongue, her nipple caught beneath the scratchy fabric of lace, the soft velvet of his tongue taunting her. “Jesus…” She moaned breathlessly, tugging her arms, the leather rubbing against her skin deliciously. God, she was so screwed.

Never, in her life, had she been more aroused then she was right now. He knelt between her legs, his knees once more holding her thighs apart, the ache inside of her almost becoming discouraging. But he continued teasing her nipples with his tongue, one, after the other. Taunting her. Through the haze in her mind, she vaguely heard the silent tear of lace, not really caring at the moment that he’d just torn her bra away from her body, her breasts spilling free, the cool air brushing against her causing her nipples to harden further. Her bra gone, she didn’t care, moaning loudly, quite…loudly, when his mouth closed over one nipple, his fingers tugging gently at the other.

How he had her at his mercy, she’d never know. But she arched into his mouth, her eyes watching as his mouth greedily sucked on her. His teeth scraped against her hardened peak, her breath hitching. “Fucking do it already.” She muttered, almost moaning the words, whimpering as he bit down on her nipple, catching the grin in his eyes. Evil. Just… evil. And she was thankful for it. He sucked hard, her moans uncontrollable at this point. Cursing was inevitable and his name…

His name never sounded sweeter. He watched her, tasting her. Moving from one breast to the other, repeating the actions on her neglected nipple, her hips arching off the floor. He was aroused to the point where he almost couldn’t stand it. Had to force himself not to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless, to bury his cock so deep inside of her, she’d feel every throbbing inch of him. But watching her, every moan on her lips sending shivers down his spine, made up for the need to feel her tight, silk walls. Because she was breathtaking, and he had to remind himself to breathe, his hands dropping to tug on her pants. While he sucked greedily on her nipple, biting the hard peak gently. At her soft encouragement, he bit harder, sucking eagerly, before pulling his mouth away, somewhat reluctantly. A sheen of sweat coated her forehead, her neck, her arousal flushing her skin a pale shade of red. He heard her whimper when his mouth left her, a breathless moan in her throat when he encouraged her to lift her hips as he pulled her pants down over her hips, slowly guiding them down her smooth, pale legs. Pulling the jeans off completely, like her shirt, he tossed them haphazardly, his eyes sliding over her body, nearly bare, to his gaze. Matching underwear. Nice. He grinned. She moaned.

His thumbs hooked beneath the waist of her panties, peeling the lace off of her, slowly. Slower then he had her jeans. She wasn’t completely incapacitated. She could have gotten up and stopped him if she wanted to, but she sat there, writhing, trembling, her hands secured behind her back. She was beautiful. A tender smile graced his lips at her teeth digging into her bottom lip nervously, the action, despite its innocence, undeniably sexy. Leaning forward, his hands on her thighs, he kissed her lips. Lovingly. And she purred softly in response. “You keep making sounds like that, and this’ll be over before it’s even started.” He murmured against her skin, his lips gliding down her throat.

God, she was gone. Completely. She ached for his touch, throbbing with an intense need she’d never felt before. For anyone. His hands on her skin had her subconsciously spreading her thighs wider, not realizing how wet she really was until cool air whispered tauntingly over the insides of her thighs. Jesus. He seemed to realize at the same time she had, if his groan was any indication. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby…” He muttered, her eyes watching as he shifted between her legs, onto his stomach, his hands spreading her legs even further. She had no control over her body as it complied, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, her eyes watching, almost…apprehensively? “You’re so fucking wet.” He finished, his breath whispering against her. She moaned.

“It’s all you, baby.” She whispered, somehow managing to speak past the heat in her throat. She’d never been so goddamn wet before, her eyes catching where her essence glistened against her thighs. Fuck. He’d done that. Between his belt, his mouth and those fingers… “You’re lethal.” She added a quirk of a seductive grin on her lips. He gave her a smoldering look before his tongue flicked gently against the inside of her thigh, teasing her, and himself with a hint of her taste.

Her thighs trembled, her body arching away from the door. The tantalizing softness of his tongue pulled at the tight knots in her belly, coiling with pleasure. With agonizing slowness, he traced a soft patter towards the center of her body, her heat pulsing, aching, and whimpering for his touch. Her heart beat frantically against her ribs, her doe eyes never leaving him, watching every move he made. She longed to run her fingers through his hair, tugging on the belt as the thought struck her, groaning softly.
His eyes sought out the treasure between her legs, his hands palming her thighs and spreading her wider before him. Dipping his head, he inhaled her scent, breathing it in deeply, a low, primitive growl emanating from his throat. His fingers slid towards her swollen, pink lips, revealing her most intimate part to his devouring gaze. Licking his lips in anticipation, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her quivering lips, his ears perking at the low moan vibrating through her body. The tip of his tongue evaded her aching clit, circling around it lightly, taunting her.

Her hips jerked off the floor, a grunting moan in her throat, her head knocking hard against the door behind her. “Jesus.” She muttered when the tip of his finger circled her entrance, barely dipping inside of her. The tip of his tongue made her whimper as it slid from the top of her slit, towards her entrance, and back again, drawing soft, lazy figures against her. Her knees hit the floor as she pulled her legs up, her thighs spreading wider with the motion, opening her sweet little body further to his wandering mouth. His teeth grazed her throbbing clit, every single rational thought leaving her as she called out his name, followed by a soft, pleading whimper.

He licked her. Hard. The tip of his index finger dipping into her body, pulling her thick, sweet juices from inside of her as he pulled his finger back out. Teasing her, even more so. She was ready to explode. He had no idea… absolutely none… how crazy he made her. Every inch of her body screamed for deliverance, begged to come undone in his arms. But he continued to torture her, lapping at her wetness spilling from inside of her body, jerking her hips when his tongue replaced his finger, sliding into her tight heat. She tore at her bottom lip, whimpering, moaning, and her breath hitching as he fucked her with that ever so greedy tongue of his.

Opening her eyes, she stared down at him, watching as he shifted on the floor, his mouth buried in the flushed lips of her pussy. She inhaled sharply, whimpering in disappointment when his tongue left her, having lost herself in the delirious, warm, velvety sensation inside her body, only to have it replaced by the soft hardness of his long fingers. Easing inside of her, at a torturously slow pace, his eyes lifting towards her face to watch her reaction, her back arching from away from the door, her breasts heaving with the slight movement. He licked his lips. She looked absolutely delectable, aching to lick the drop of sweat grazing down the valley of her breasts, but not wanting to leave the sweet feast before him. He groaned, thrusting his fingers into her, hard, listening to her soft cry as he felt her silky, wet walls clench tightly around his fingers, attempting to hold him inside of her.

Retracting his fingers, he waited; the tips of his middle and index finger resting just inside her body, as his tongue flicked over her swollen nub. His mouth closed around her erect bud, his teeth catching on it, sucking, hard, thrusting his fingers back into her body at the exact same moment. She came with a loud moan and a whimper cry of his name, arching her hips off the ground to meet his demanding thrusts and greedy mouth, savoring the heat pouring through her veins.

Sagging against the door, taking a long moment to catch her breath, her eyes gazed down at the still clothed body before her. “I want to taste you.” She whispered hoarsely, her breathing heavy, ragged. His eyes flashed, and she couldn’t resist the wicked grin as she leaned forward while he lifted off the ground, capturing his lips into a greedy, hungry kiss. Tasting herself on his lips she moaned, pushing away from the door. “Untie me.” She demanded quietly, peppering kisses from his mouth, across his jaw, tasting the warm saltiness of his skin. She nipped at his neck when she felt his hands working on the knot of his belt.

Cool air brushed against her heated skin as he removed the belt and she didn’t waste any time, pouncing on him, pushing him to the floor, straddling his waist. Her hands dove beneath his shirt, her lips brushing along the length of his neck, her teeth greedily sucking at his pulse point. He had teased her, taunted her, for far too long. Her body ached for him. Her skin, warm and begging for his touch. Her fingers up over his abdomen, his light muscles flexing beneath her touch. Reaching his chest, listening to the rough groans leaving his lips, her nails raked over his nipples, pebbling under her touch, a soft hiss in his throat. His hands had long since gripped the bare, supple curve of her hips, grinding himself against her dripping pussy, moaning softly in response.

But no. He couldn’t have her yet. Fucking tease. Ripping the shirt over his head, and tossing it…somewhere, she sat up unabashedly, her eyes sliding over his bare torso. She licked her swollen red lips. “Fuck, you look so edible.” She whispered, a wicked gleam flashing in her eyes before she leaned forward, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulder, brushing against his skin as her mouth enveloped one of his darkened nipples.

He groaned, one hand leaving her hip to tangle in the silky mane of her hair. So soft, so tantalizing as it slid over his skin, the further her mouth traveled down his body. Fucking Christ. He jerked his hips when she bit at his naval. Dipping her sweet little tongue inside of the button, and fucking the small button with her tongue, while her hand lifted, her fingers making quick work of the button and the zipper on his jeans.

A half second later his jeans and boxers were discarded on the floor, leaving him as naked as she was. His tanned skin glowed in the dim light of her room, sitting back on her heels to admire the body before her. She’d always questioned how she’d ended up with him. How she’d gotten so lucky, how she’d fallen so undoubtedly in love with her best friend. Biting the corner of her lip, a soft flush creeping over her skin, her eyes slid down his body, coming to rest on the throbbing erection standing tall and proud between his legs. She grinned. Crawling in between his legs, she settled on her stomach, her mouth finding the skin on the side of his knee. His leg jerked when she slid her mouth over him, her fingers grazing over the warm, dark skin of his thighs. He smelled amazing, his scent overpowering the further she drew her mouth along his thigh. Intoxicating.

The tips of her fingers raised from his thigh, meeting the rigid flesh before her, her eyes nearly devouring him, staring in awe as it twitched the moment her fingers caressed him at the base. With tantalizing slowness, she drew her fingers up, along the side, marveling at the silky softness of the flesh covering the pillar of hardness beneath. He hissed, groaning, knocking one hand against the floor, the other lifting to tangle in the soft waves of her hair, urging her mouth closer, her breath washing over him as she inhaled deeply. She felt him shudder. Reaching the throbbing tip, watching the bead of moisture as it pebbled from her soft touch, her thumb drew over him. Smearing the pearly liquid around the purple head, before the tip of her tongue graced his flesh, listening to the longing moan tearing from inside of him. He tasted even better.

The flat of her tongue slid against his angry, swollen head, her fingers lightly drawing back down to the wide base. Shifting her other arm, she forced his legs wider, settling herself comfortably on the floor, tilting her head as she drew her lips down the neglected side of his aching cock, feeling him shudder once more. It was an aphrodisiac all on its own, his reaction. Knowing, she could make him come undone, with a single swipe of her tongue… A caress of her petal soft lips.

He was in heaven. Had to be the closest he’d ever get to heaven, without actually dying, anyway. Her lips felt like the finest silk, grazing against his cock, wanting so much to feel them wrapped around him, the hot, wet cavern of her mouth pulling him inside. Even as his hand tightened in her hair, pulling roughly, he did his best not to guide her, as hard as it was. She taunted him, the tip of her tongue swirling around the base of him, testing the weight of his sac between her fingers. He jerked against her, inhaling sharply when she rolled him softly in her hand. “Shit.” He cursed when her lips closed around him, sucking the head into her sweet little mouth. Lifting his head, his eyes glazed over as he watched those pink lips circle him, growing redder the longer they remained around him, very slowly taking him into her mouth. So hot, and wet, and fuck… He wondered if her cunt was just as sweet. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to throw her off and fuck her into the carpet.

Sweet and salty. Her tongue slid against the blue vein on the underside of his cock, feeling his grip in her hair tightening even more. Her drenched pussy ached, her thighs rubbing together, not denying the action turned her on just that much more. She cupped his sac in her hand, her lips sliding further down his length, taking him inch, by hard inch into her warm, wet mouth. She’d never been able to handle an entire cock before, but she was hardly thinking as she pulled her mouth up, sucking hard, and torturing him with her agonizing slowness. A moment later her mouth slid back down, taking him a fraction of an inch deeper, before pulling away. She repeated the process, slowly, sucking harder each time, listening to his approving groans and hissing encouragements.

“Fuck, baby.” He growled when her wet little mouth held every inch of his throbbing member in her mouth. He felt himself against the back of her throat, listened to the soft sucking sounds she made, milking his cock for all he was worth. Fucking. Little. Tease. As her mouth lifted, he watched her, waiting until her lips just pressed against him, before he was sitting up, latching onto her chin with his fingers and lifting her face to meet his. Her lips were glistening, red and swollen, her tongue licking across her bottom lip, the soft, questioning look in her pretty brown eyes. Leaning forward, he licked her lips, before pulling her into a heated, bruising kiss, his hands pushing on her shoulders, guiding her body back down to the floor until she was lying beneath him. His hips resting against her, his aching cock sliding against her dripping heat. He groaned.

He bit her lip, listening to her answering whimper, rocking his hips against her as one hand fell to grab onto her thigh, roughly spreading her wider beneath him. Now was not a time for gentle pleasantries. Far too many months of teasing one another, of lonely hand jobs, and he was hardly able to allow himself to be gentle. Her answering whimpers didn’t leave a lingering doubt in his mind. Trailing a soft line of kisses towards her ear, he nipped at her ear lobe, his free hand drifting between their bodies. “I want to hear you scream for me.” He whispered harshly, lovingly. There was no mistaking the love in his voice; in the sweet way he made sure not to hurt her as his fingers caressed the same spot he grabbed to pull her apart beneath him. He didn’t want to hurt her.

She was on fire; wet, burning and aching for him. His words only made her whimper, arching her hips to meet his aching member, longing to feel him inside of her. Not caring at the rough way he handled her, savoring it, actually. Because when she pulled back to look up into his face, she felt a smile dance against her lips. “Make me scream for you, baby.” She whispered, answering his harsh statement, the leg not currently in his grasp lifting to wrap around his waist, hooking into the curve of his hip. He grinned wickedly, a split second before he thrust his aching cock into her soft, silky, sweetness.

And nothing could ever come close to feeling like home, as his body felt inside hers.