Recollections

Smut IV

Bent Against You

"Hi love. How was your day?"

I watch as he drops his stuff lightly on the table, glancing at me and sighing. He walks to the room without a word, leaving to stand in silence. I furrow my brows but allow myself to finish my task at hand.

I begin walking to him, only to see him walking back out in comfier looking clothes. He walks up to me and pulls me into a soft hug, once again without words. He sighs against me, breathing in deep as I lean into him, my arms firmly wrapping around him.

"Babe?" I question, not pulling away until he does. "What happened today?"

"I didn't have you all day," he responds roughly, pulling back and bringing me into a strong kiss. I hum highly in shock, but relish in his touch. His hand holds my cheek sweetly, his other hand pulling me by my waist.

He pulls back and moves his mouth to my exposed shoulder, pecking my pale skin until his lips reach my collarbone. I exhale heavily, my mind already running wild, something only he has the power to do.

My hand reaches to hold his hair, pulling the strands lightly as he continues to kiss all over my shoulders, chest, and neck. He licks at the shallow dip between the collarbones, my breath hitching in the process.

I hum and watch as he raises to his full height. He nudges me backwards, my lower back being pushed against the edge of our kitchen counter. He makes a low noise as he pushes himself against me. I make a quiet purring noise, letting his lips meet mine again. His tongue dominates over mine, his hands rubbing over any skin he can touch. I suppose perhaps it's not enough when he pulls back and harshly pulls the shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground.

His hands are quick to squeeze at the back of my thighs. I jump up and feel him set me on the counter. At the perfect equal height as him, all I do is lean forward to peck his lips.

He pulls back and growls, bringing his hand to grip my chin and neck, keeping me from doing anything on my own.

So, it's one of those times.

He moves down to an exposed side of my jaw, pecking it before biting at it, leaving me falling against him; his kisses, his hand, his body.

His freehand reaches to my thigh, rubbing over my sky-blue faded jeans. I whimper, feeling so many things in so many areas. My insides jump in excitement, my apex already pooling for his touch. I let my eyes flutter shut, my bottom lip pulling between my teeth, my head being kept straight with his hand.

"Tell me, baby..."

"Hm?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Mhm."

"Words, beautiful. Words."

"Yes, I missed you."

"Did you miss my touch?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about it."

I really couldn't.

"Are you already wet for me, my love? For my hand, for my cock, for me?"

I moan quietly and nod, though his hand squeezes against my leg harder in response.

"What did I just tell you."

"Yes."

"Are you lying?"

My eyes snap open, watching him intently. His eyes meet mine when he pulls back from his kissing. I hold his stare.

"Feel for yourself."

I lean back the best I can, pushing my hips forward in whatever way I can, challenging him. His hand keeping hold of my head lets go, dropping to the belt and button of my jeans. He makes quick work to undo both and slip his fingers under the seam of my panties, following over my folds, slicking his fingers with the heat that continues to pool for him. I watch his eyes snap shut, his eyebrows furrowing deep, bowing his head.

He leans his head to rest against my shoulder. My hand reaches to rub through his hair, playing with strands here and there while he breathes heavy. After a moment of stillness his fingers begin to move back and forth over my folds, leaving me breathless and shaky in less than a moment.

He groans against my shoulder, his fingers curling the slightest bit. My hips become restless, my body leaning into him.

"God, I need you," he suddenly growls and pulls his hand back. I groan in longing for his touch once more but feel his finger running over my lips. "Patience."

I gulp and see a glimmer in his eyes. Everything in me submits, following his single-word instruction the best way I can manage. It doesn't keep me from squirming. He removes his grey shirt, leaving his whole top half of his body exposed, just screaming to be touched. I whine in excitement and torment, wanting nothing more to touch him. But I listen to his silent instructions to not touch, instead settling to touch him with my eyes, storing the view away for later.

His eyes catch mine, my eyes suddenly dropping in a weak submission. He chuckles and continues to undress, undoing his belt and button of his dark faded work jeans.

My mind temporarily distracts to the fact that those pants look like they haven't been washed in days, even though they have.

Once left in only boxers, his eyes scan me over with lust, his hands reaching to pull my jeans down. I help him get them off, sitting quietly and eagerly as his hands rub over every inch of my skin. His eyes hold onto mine, though.

"I love you," He whispers quietly. I blink lightly and feel myself soften under him even more.

"I love you too. So much."

"Touch me, baby. Touch me anywhere and everywhere. Let me roam your landscape," He pleads breathlessly. His eyes hold the same lust and dominance, but everything else in him is suddenly swapped. I exhale happily and reach for him with my hands.

I pull him into a rough kiss, my tongue dancing with his as his hands play with the hem of my panties once again, leaving me mewling for him. His fingers pull the hem down my hips enough to keep them down. I pull back to work them off, tossing them onto the counter beside me. His hands freely roam my body as my hips roll against the cold counter.

He pulls my hips closer to him, but I stop him.

"Don't rail me against the counter like this."

"Why?" He questions, suddenly harsh in tone.

I offer a glare just as mean. "Because I don't want back pain."

I hop down and turn around, resting my elbows against the counter. I wiggle my nude ass in provocation, his hands quick to remove his boxers, reaching for my hips and leaving no moment of preparation or hesitance before sliding into me. I yelp, feeling him against my heat. I moan out, my hands clenching in pleasure, his hips rolling in a teasing motion.

"Fuck, you are everything I need today," he groans as his thrusting pounds against me, knocking the wind out of me the faster he goes. I moan and slam my hand against the counter, not knowing what to grab or do.

His hand snakes up and down my back, rubbing his fingers on my skin. He smacks my ass, the sensation leaving me pushing back against him in retaliation.

He groans and reaches the same hand up to my neck as he leans over me, forcing me to be flush against his chest, the noises coming out of my mouth nothing close to holy.

"Fuck," I whisper desperately. I moan out, his breathing against my ear encouraging me to give up everything to him.

"Come on baby, come on," he encourages.

I whine, my nerves spiking from my chest all the way out to my fingers, like lightning energy surging through a tree. My heart pounds out of my chest as he continues, his lips grazing every inch of my skin they can.

"Fuck," he exhales harshly.

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