Little Things

Chapter 41

Bella POV

Leah unlocked the front door quietly, easing it open and slipping inside with practiced stealth. The house was dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. She carefully set her bag down in the hallway, closing the door with a soft click. A smile appeared on her face as the familiar scent of home washed over her, mingling with the faint trace of my perfume that lingered in the air. She hasn't seen me yet.

She made her way through the quiet house, if she felt anything like me, her pulse was quickening with anticipation. Ten days away at the Arnold Clark Cup had felt like an eternity. Every night at home, I had reached for her warmth, only to find the empty space beside me. The ache of absence had grown with each passing day, and now, finally, she was home.

I watched her closely as she peered into the living room, a frown forming on her face. She crept to the kitchen and still no luck. As Leah reached the bottom of the stairs, her breath caught as she saw me sat near the bottom waiting for her. I was waiting patiently for her to come for over an hour, after I sent her a very revealing photograph, I could feel the tension. We both felt a rush of desire as we took in the sight of one another. Leah looking effortlessly beautiful and myself doing anything to ensure that Leah wanted to rip my clothes off.

"Hi," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion and desire. I slowly stood up, the movement causing Leah's eyes to roam my body. Taking in every inch of lace that covered my body.

"Hi," Leah whispered, stepping closer to the me. Our hearts pounded in our chests, the intensity of our feelings almost overwhelming. I had missed Leah more than I could put into words, I think she missed me too, and now, she was going to show me.

I shifted slightly as Leah wrapped her arms around my waist. "My pretty girl." Leah whispered against my ear. I reached for Leah, pulling her down towards me, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. The feel of her mouth on mine, the taste of her, was like coming alive after a long, cold winter.

Leah's hands roamed over my body, reacquainting herself with every curve, every inch of skin she had missed. I responded with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in Leah's hair, my nails grazing lightly down her back.

"I missed you so much," I breathed against Leah's lips, my voice a heady mix of need and affection.

"Me too," Leah replied, her voice raw with emotion. She kissed me deeply, pouring all her longing and love into the kiss. "I need you, Bella. Now." With that she wrapped my legs around her waist and carried me towards the bedroom.

My eyes darkened with desire. When we reached our bedroom, I pushed Leah back onto the bed, climbing over her, our bodies pressing together. The heat between us was palpable, an electric current that had been building throughout Leah's absence.

Leah's hands found the zip of my corset, unzipping it rather quickly, discarding it to the side. I followed suit, removing Leah's shirt with a swift, practiced motion. We came together again, skin to skin, our kisses growing more urgent.

My hands explored Leah's body with a familiarity born of love and time, but with an intensity that spoke of our prolonged separation. Leah's breath hitched as my lips trailed down her neck, my touch igniting a fire that burned hot and fast.

Leah paused, her gaze intense as she reached over to the bedside drawer. She pulled it open, revealing a collection of toys we had enjoyed together in the past. I felt a thrill of excitement at the sight, my pulse quickening even further.

"Let's make up for lost time," Leah whispered, her voice husky with desire. She selected a sleek, purple vibrator and turned it on, the low hum filling the room.