Home is You

Chapter 1

Liam

We are just getting home from my office at Spencer. Steffy came to see me regarding some ads for Forrester. She was wearing a tie dress, that showed off every single curve of her body. That wasn't the dress she left home in, so I know that she purposely changed to see me. I knew as soon as she entered my office, that we'd be back home soon.

Steffy begins to walk away from me, as to tease me. I reach out to pull her flush against my body before, kicking the front door closed, while tightening my grip around her, so she can't escape me.

She gasps at my gesture before sighing in playful aggravation. "Liam," she gasps again removing my hand from her waist. "Can we get in the door?"

"Does that mean we can continue once we get settled?" I ask with a chuckle, bringing my hand up to her face. "Besides, you started it, by wearing that tie dress and purposely teasing me, provoking me, more by mentioning how much you love it and how it hugs your body perfectly. It's your fault." I lean in to kiss her soft lips, holding it for a moment before greedily deciding that I want more. I push my way in like I always do and she willingly surrenders herself to me. I know her so well and know that she can't ever truly say no to me. Steffy likes to pretend that she has control, but she knows deep down when it comes to me, that she doesn't. I can't say that I can openly blame her, because when it comes to her, still after all these years, I am the same way. I have no amount of control whatsoever. I just look at her, and I am at her feet worshipping her, and all that she is. I don't know how I ever got so lucky.

I bring my hand down the length of her body before, settling my hand on her behind and push her against me. I squeeze lightly while continuing to plunge into her mouth. Her tongue puts up a fierce battle, as I take the opportunity to bite down on her lip and suck gently, feeling the sexual tension now begin to rise.

"Liam...oh..." she moans into my lips, pushing herself harder into my member, who's been peeked since I unlocked the door to the cliff house.

"Come on Steffy," I whisper softly in her ear. "You know you want to." I pull away from her ear and reach down towards the bottom edge of her skirt. I reach my hand up to touch her panties. "Jesus," I breathe, my heart's pace picking up. She's so wet that she's soaked through. At the mere realization of what her panties feel like, I feel my member pulsate, the blood rushing into the tip. God, what this woman does to me. I honestly don't know how I haven't died yet with the things that Steffy has done to me, the way she's made me feel. I would totally be okay with death by pleasure. "You are so wet, Steffy, so responsive, always. You know what that does to me." I whisper in satisfaction knowing that she's mine, and no one will ever have her but me. No one will see her lose control, or the way her eyes roll back in pleasure when I pick up my pace, dipping in and out of her. No one gets to hear her passionate pleas when I push her over the edge, or hear her call out MY name, but me. I know for a fact that no one has or could ever reach the depth, or receive the vulnerability that I get from Steffy. Her love, vulnerability, connection, hopes and fears are front and center in these moments and it's all for me. I'm a greedy man and a jealous man when it comes to Steffy and the connection we share together. I can't take the thought of even before we got back together, anyone sharing what I've shared with Steffy.

She moans at my gesture. "Liam...." She pushes her head forward soaking in the beautiful torture. Even after all these years and raising two teenagers and 8-year-old twins, the countless obstacles laid before us, we still have that deep sexual connection, desire within us. We can't keep our hands to ourselves. It's that intimate, primal vulnerability and love that is ingrained in us. "The kids, the kids...." She mumbles into the air, closing her eyes. "We—we can't..."