The Ghost of You [COMPLETED]

Recreation

Then he was pulling off your underwear. Kicking his trousers off his ankles. Both of you starting to crawl back onto the bed more. Your skin hot and sensitive to his body pressing down on top of you.

You could feel the tip of his cock at your core. It ignited your nerves. Bending your knees, you reached down for him, and he moaned when he felt your fingers wrap around him.

"Fuck...baby I..." He struggled to say, his words strained as he tried to hold back as much as he could.

He stopped trying when he felt you guiding him towards you. When he felt you. This was the last chance, the last moment before things between you would change.

Moving his head so that he could look at you, he tried to control his breathing enough to ask you.

"Luka tell me-" Was all he got out before your hand left his cock, sliding to his ass and pulling, urging him inside.

He suddenly didn't care about anything other than how you seemed to feel a million times better than he remembered. Your muscles were tight as he inched in, you felt frustratingly hot around him, although he wasn't completely certain that it wasn't his own temperature spiking.

Your head fell back on the bed, his falling to your chest, as you both moaned loudly at the feeling. The feeling that was so familiar. The feeling that you had both been chasing since that first kiss in Paris, whether you were admitting it or not.

He wanted to go slower, admire you, pleasure you, watch you come undone through his touch, taste you on his tongue. But with every touch, every kiss you had returned until now, that thought got smaller and smaller.
Now, it had disappeared completely. You were both spurring something in each other that neither of you could control, like all the years of being separated were unfolding at once, your bodies trying to make up for the absence with tonight.

He wasted no more time.

He started moving, slowly thrusting into you, his breathing starting to get a little easier as the motion became a regular rhythm. He could feel your fingernails in his shoulders, but he didn't give a shit. Not when the rest of this felt so fucking good.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he pushed deeper, his mouth coming to yours, in a messy, unrestrained kiss. He grabbed your thigh, the other hand holding himself up on the bed, his fingers digging into your skin as he moved.

He pulled his mouth off yours, his forehead resting on yours as he fucked you, your hands sliding to his neck, holding him close as you both panted heavily, your bodies bouncing slightly each time his hips snapped to yours.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered, his hand leaving your thigh and coming to your jaw, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip. You just stared up at him, the blissful feeling spreading through you, barely comprehending his words. You didn't need to say anything in response.

So you didn't.

You pulled his mouth back to yours, then slid your hands to his shoulders and pushed against him, urging him to roll over. Once he was on his back, his hands wrapping around your waist to hold you close, you started rocking your hips as you straddled him. The kiss was deepening with each movement, as both of you started to feel the slow build up deep inside your veins.

You moved your hands to his chest, pushing yourself up, his hands falling to your hips as he looked up at you, biting his bottom lip. You moved, breathing deeply as your fingers found purchase on his chest. He watched you for a minute, your hips rolling over him, his cock pushing into you, sliding out of you, his eyes running over your body as your skin started shining slightly with sweat. Then he ran his hands up the sides of your waist, his thumbs over your stomach, then shifting so that his palms slid over your chest, your shoulders, up to your neck. He left one hand there, the other going to his side so that he could push himself up until he was sitting. He pulled your lips back to his, his tongue instantly tangling with yours, and wrapped his spare hand back over your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided your movements. Slow. Purposeful. Meaningful.

Your chests were pressed together as you held each other close, losing yourself in the recreation of your lives together.

It was a routine you and him had done hundreds of times. A routine that you thought you'd forgotten, but clearly your bodies hadn't. It was seamless, and rhythmic. You knew that if you grabbed his hair and tugged, he would thrust up harder into you. He knew that the little gasp, and tension in your shoulders meant you were getting closer to your climax. You both knew that you liked to watch each other coming undone.

You both knew that seconds after his thumb came to your clit, using your wetness to effortlessly slide over in little circles, you would reach your high.

Your mouths separated, foreheads leaning together as you both moved faster, feeling the throb of your walls around his cock, your back arching as the start of your orgasm flooded through you. You both panted into the air, him biting his bottom lip as he fucked you both over the edge, loud curses falling from your lips as your eyes screwed shut.

His cock pulsed inside you while your movements finally started to slow down. Letting go of his hair, your hands slid down to his face as you breathed heavily through the euphoric feeling, pulling his mouth to yours for another kiss, his hands sliding over your body until he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You lost yourself in the slow kiss for a few minutes, the rest of your body still, lethargic, and slightly numb from the overwhelming sensations.

You felt a sudden rush of urgency, from having him underneath you again after all this time, like a need to never let him go. He chuckled against your lips.

"Hey, I'm gonna need longer than that for round two." He smiled as he pulled back slightly.

"I'm not..that's not..." You mumbled, before trailing off, looking in his eyes and seeing the gorgeously loving way he was looking back at you. He reached a hand to your face, thumb running over your cheek bone, and he leant up for one more brief kiss.

"Come on," He whispered, breaking you out of the trance. "Let's get into bed."

You nodded, carefully lifting off of him, and sliding off the bed to go to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back, he was already under the covers, leaning against the headboard, his hands over his face.

You slipped in beside him, pulling the covers over you, and he inhaled sharply, looking over at you.

"What is it?" You asked, seeing his arm stretch out, inviting you to lay against him. You moved closer, your head on his shoulder, hand on his chest, and looked up at him. He brought his hand to your chin, and smiled a little.

"Nothing. I just...this is perfect." He replied, and it made your heart melt. "You're perfect."

"Bold statement." You smirked.

"Not to describe you." He leaned down, placing another gentle kiss to your lips.

His words were making you smile. The residual feeling in your body was making you smile. So when you both snuggled down properly, eyes closing, you felt the happiest you'd felt for a while.