DISCLAIMER: this is shit
He's recording an album, fans are demanding. You love seeing his happy face when he comes home and tells you all about how much progress they've made on the album and how many songs they've completed.
But what goes up must come down. The joy that his happiness brings you is also accompanied by long days in the studio which make life a little difficult, only seeing each other maybe 2-3 hours a day at the most and most of that time is spent with him falling asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Doesn't stop you from cuddling up next to him and listening to his calm, soothing heartbeat.
You start looking through old texts you've sent each other, racy conversations from when he was on tour and you both needed something to hold you over until he got home. As you continued reading, you felt your blood rushing south, craving his touch.
You sprawled out across the bed, your head on his pillow and his scent overtaking you, it was almost like he was there. You kept reading the messages, seeing the pictures and listening to the voice recordings of his and your troubled breathing just before hitting an orgasm. Your arousal got stronger and stronger, a week of built up feelings now starting to come out. What started as an almost faint buzz has became an aching throb in your core.
You began rubbing your palm on the crotch of your pants, the words he typed many weeks before still having the same affect on you as they did previously. You slip your jeans down passed your hips and start massaging yourself, "god, Sam..if only you were here" you say and carry on.
Your fingers dance around your clit, acting out the things he said he wished he could do to you, circling and moving back and forth, your skin was on fire. When you first met him you knew he'd be skilled in the bedroom. Any man that's as good as he is in the music department is going to be amazing in bed.
You closed your eyes and imagined his body on top of yours as you thrust your fingers inside of yourself, his hair tickling the skin of your face as he thrashed his hips into yours. The way your body responded to the thought of him always surprised you but always did the trick to get you off.
"Sammy, Sammy" you gasped out, nobody else was home so you had no shame in repeating his name like he was there. Your hips grind up when you put your free hand on your clit and continue swirling it.
Suddenly his scent fills the room, his pillow is really close to you, you bury yourself in it again, the scent getting stronger and stronger.
Your eyes fly open when you feel a kiss planted upon your lips and a hand replacing yours on your most sensitive areas.
You pull away, "oh my god, Sammy, when did you get home? How much of this did you see?" You ask and he kisses you again, your heart is racing, "shh" he says and takes his pants off, "it's been long enough" he tells you and crawls into bed next to you, working your jeans down the rest of the way.
He takes his hair down and kisses you, his hand between your legs again and his hair tickling your skin. You put your hand on his hard member and start stroking it softly, taking your time and going slow.
He groans out, gripping your thigh with his hand, burying his face in the crook of your neck, neither of you will last as long as either of you would hope.
He places himself between your knees, stroking himself a couple more times before thrusting into you. You put your hands on his shoulders and he begins to find a rhythm, thrashing his hips against yours much like you fantasized about him doing minutes before.
You push your hips up to meet his thrusts, forcing him as deep as he can go inside of you. He sighs heavily, his breathing becoming more erratic.
You dig your nails into his shoulders the deeper he thrusts into you, he looks down into your eyes and you feel so close to letting go, but you try and hold on for him.
His thrusts get harder and you lock your ankles behind his hips, pulling him closer and hear him whimper, he's close.
You pull him down, biting at his collar bone and he's done for, moaning loudly as he cums, the sight forcing you into doing the same.
He falls next to you and pulls you close, you put your head on his chest about to ask how his day went, far too late as his eyes flutter closed, an exhausted Sammy now asleep.
"It was nice while it lasted" you say and kiss his cheek, laying back down next to him and watching him close
