Home is You

Chapter 32

Liam:

I have just sat down to eat my bagel and coffee. I'm starving, since I have eaten very little the past couple days and drank pretty heavily a couple nights ago after the show. I can't believe how reckless I was. I haven't yet decided what my day will entail, now that it's the first day, I feel like I'm together enough to function and do something.

I walk over to the kitchen trash to throw out the bag and get a little more sugar for my coffee. I put my foot on the push pedal of the garbage can, when all the sudden, I feel a charge in the air. I feel as if there is a sudden burst of butterflies in my stomach. Goosebumps form across my skin, and my heart starts racing. I feel as if I didn't already know that it was impossible, but it is as if that Steffy is near. "Steffy," I say softly, as I immediately feel myself tighten at the charge and heat that has just come over me. Each day, that passes it doesn't get any easier. My breath briefly quickens.

I hear a faint knock on the door, bringing me out of the feelings that have just consumed me. I look towards the door and hear another low knock. My heart jumps again at the knock, overwhelming me with emotion as I walk to the door and grip the handle. I slowly open the door not exactly sure what I am expecting.

I open the door fully and there she is. She is standing in front of me, looking as beauty and as sexy as ever. My mouth has dried and I lick my lips unable to form words. How is it possible that even after so much time apart, my body is able to sense when she is near. I feel my member pulsate at the sight of her as I practically empty myself into my boxers, not even caring too much, about the stickiness I now feel against me. I roll my eyes quickly in pleasure, forgetting momentarily that Steffy is in front of me. I slightly feel myself embarrassed by what just happened to me, but at this point, I don't care. I blink repeatedly unsure if this is reality. I look her up and down as if I'm examining her. She is wearing a tight skirt with an almost sheer white blouse, with a spaghetti strap top beneath it. My eyes take immediate notice that she is not wearing a bra under the spaghetti strap top and that her nipples have peaked before my very eyes. They are staring right at me as if they are sending me a plea to reach out and touch them. I can't even describe what I am feeling right now. It's been so long, since I've touched her, been inside of her, I am panting in want for this woman. Time has done nothing for us. It has not changed the connection between us one bit.

"Liam," she says softly like an angel's whisper.

Just hearing her say my name, I lose complete control, words and thought. Everything, that I've done, and the choices that I've made this past year are thrown out the window. I reach down and take her hand, pulling it hard enough that she slams against me, before immediately shutting the door and slamming her back against the door. I hungrily cover her mouth with my, pushing my tongue inside her hard, while sucking on her lip. She begins to reciprocate as she begins to try and suck my tongue. She mindlessly, tugs on my t-shirt and I throw it off of me, breaking the kiss for a second, before plunging my tongue into her mouth again.

I grab her by both of her hands and place them firmly above her head, holding them tightly in place as I begin to suck her ear and slowly down her neck, before reaching the top of her valley. I take my hands, briefly freeing her hands, as I pull apart her blouse, and spaghetti strap, hearing them faintly rip in the background. I put my face inside her breast as she throws her hands into my hair, tugging softly, before running her fingers down my neck to scratch my back with her finger nails. Her scratches start out light, before quickly becoming deeper, harder and faster. It feels wonderful.

"God," I mumble, feeling copious amounts of pleasure and want. I know I'm not going to last too long, despite unintentionally finishing in my boxers a minute ago.