The day from hell. That's what you'd had today. It had been one of those days at work where you thought the day would never end. It started out fine, but as the day went on, every little thing that could go wrong did. By the time it was time for you to clock out and go home, your nerves were shot and every little thing was irritating you. You honestly had no rational reason to be so irritable, but you'd even snapped at one of your coworkers as they said goodnight on your way out of the door. You hated days like this, hated when you felt emotional and irritable for no reason. As you drove home, all you could think about was a hot shower and curling up in bed with a book. Nothing else sounded as remotely appealing as that did. As you pull into your driveway, you noticed William's car next to your spot and quirk an eyebrow. He was almost always home after you. Grabbing your purse, you get out, shutting the car door then cursing as you shut your purse in the door. "Fucking hell!" You shout, opening the door, pulling your purse free then slamming the door shut again. That tiny mishap, no matter how small did nothing to ease the mood you were in.
The sight that greets you when you walk in the door to your house, however, does make your heart flip in your chest a little, skipping a beat. There in the kitchen, standing at the stove in nothing but his boxer briefs, his broad back on full display, his hair still damp from his shower, was William. You set your purse on the coffee table and shut the front door a little harder than necessary, causing him to turn around and give you a soft smile. "Hello, Beautiful. Welcome home." He grins and walks over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him for a soft kiss. He had gotten the feeling from some of your texts earlier in the day that you weren't in the best of moods, so he'd arranged to get out of work early and come home to you. He pulls back and places a kiss to your forehead, reaching up and running his thumb over your chin softly. "Why don't you go get a shower while I finish dinner. Then you can come tell your Captain all about what's going on in that pretty head." He smiles and pats your ass softly before turning back to the kitchen, stirring the sauce he was making to go along with the pasta and garlic bread. It was nothing fancy, but he knew on days like this that something comforting, something familiar was always the best. You smile and watch him go back to cooking, watching him a moment before passing by him and placing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "Thank you." You whisper softly before heading to the bathroom for your shower. It didn't matter how long you two had been together, it still surprised you every time that he was so easily able to put you at ease, to soothe your anger or anxiety. He was your port in the storm, something or someone you could cling to when things got rough. After your shower, you change into one of his shirts and head out to the kitchen, smiling as you see he's already set the table. "It looks good, baby." You kiss him softly, laughing as his hand goes to your ass and squeezes. "Baby, this food doesn't look nearly as good as you do standing there in only my shirt." He runs his hand up your thigh, his fingertips brushing your bare mound. His grin gets even wider. "Just as I thought. Not a stitch on under it either. My girl's asking for a good fucking, aren't you?" He chuckles and pulls your chair out for you, kissing your lips as you sit and then moving over to sit in his chair.
You both eat in silence for several minutes, his eyes watching you from time to time, that soft smile always on his face. He wasn't going to push, wasn't going to pry. He knew eventually you'd tell him what was on your mind, what was eating at you. And just as he'd predicted, you begin to speak. "I really don't know what's wrong, William. It's just been a day from hell. Everything piled up to the point I didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to do a damn thing." You sigh as you sip the drink he'd made you and finish your meal. "Dinner was great, baby. Thank you." You give him a smile and reach over, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it. Thank you really wasn't a strong enough phrase to describe how grateful you were for him. William nods and squeezes your hand back. "One of Those days, huh? My baby's too damn beautiful to frown like that." He raises your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss to your knuckles. "You go relax in bed and read a while. I picked up a new book for you. It's on your side of the bed. I'll get these dishes done and then we'll see if we can really put that smile back on your face." He winks and takes your empty plate and glass, kissing your lips before heading to the sink and washing them. You couldn't help but smile at his words. It was the small things like that, the book, that always took you by surprise. You weren't the kind of couple that showered each other in gifts. That just wasn't the way you two worked, but every now and then he would do something so sweet like that. It sometimes made you question if it was still the same man. You chuckle as you slide into bed, picking up the book and beginning to read, waiting for your Captain to come to bed.
William finished the dishes and locked up the house, turning out the lights as he went. It was still early, but he had no intention of either of you leaving the bedroom for the rest of the night. He walks into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway as he watches you read. You were completely absorbed in the book and hadn't even noticed he was standing there. The shirt you were wearing had ridden up, now laying high across your thighs, giving him a glimpse of that beautiful pussy of yours. With a wicked grin, he silently crosses the room, keeping his presence unknown until his hand reaches out and runs one finger over your soft mound. You let out a soft gasp of surprise, having not noticed him enter the room at all. Looking up, you see the blazing desire in his eyes and that soft smile he'd worn since the moment you walked in the door. And like that, your sour mood was gone, the anxiety from the day was gone. The only thing left was the desire for your man, for your Captain. William grins at the gasp of surprise and leans down, placing a kiss to your hip as he moves his fingers to slowly circle your clit before sliding back down to delve into your silken heat, your soft gasps and moans like music to his ears. "That's my girl. Let your man take care of you, baby." He purrs before leaning down and capturing your clit in his lips, sucking softly, running his tongue in slow circles around the little nub as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You were lost, completely lost to the pleasure rolling through you. You reach out, placing your hand on his head, the book falling forgotten to the floor as your eyes watch him, drinking in the broad back and shoulders as he ravishes your pussy. With every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, you hurtled closer and closer to release until your hand tightened in his hair, gasping and crying out his name as you come undone for him.
William pulls back, placing one more soft kiss to your mound before crawling up your body, his strong arms bracing himself against the bed on either side of your head as he leans in and kisses you deeply, passionately, his tongue sweeping across yours as he slides deep inside of you with a low growl. You always wrapped around him so perfectly, your body welcoming home each and every time. You were his home. He pulls back from the kiss and gives you a smile as he begins to move inside of you, grinding against your clit on every inward thrust. "You're my home, baby. Where I belong." He says softly. He'd thought it so many times, for so long, but this was the first time he'd said it out loud, the first time he'd told you just how much you meant to him, so much more than a simple "I love you" could ever describe. He watches your eyes mist over, tears springing to them as he continues to make love to you. He smiles softly and kisses you again, a softer kiss, but still just as passionate, his body speaking for him, telling you everything he couldn't say out loud. No matter what the world threw at him, he would never leave your side. He can feel your inner walls begin to tighten around him, your fingers against his back flexing and digging into his skin, and he knows you're close, so close. Feeling his own release approach, he reaches down and begins to rub your clit in quick circles, working you close and closer to the edge until you come undone around him again, screaming his name. He lets himself go, coming inside of you, peppering your neck and chest with soft kisses as he catches his breath. He moves his hand to your hip, softly rubbing your skin as he looks down at you, a smile on both of your faces. "You ever have another day like that, baby, you just come on home to me and let me make it better for you." He chuckles and kisses you again before rolling to the side and pulling you into his arms, pulling the blanket over both of you as he holds you close.
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A Man in Uniform
Fanfiction*Warning* Smut William Harper, Naval Officer, Man of Honor, always putting his country, his career and his men first. What happens when he meets a woman that challenges all of that? Will one night of passion be enough? Or will the old sea dog be tem...
