In This Life (Sequel to 'In Another Life')

128 MATURE

A/N THIS CHAPTER IS A SMUT CHAPTER. COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY ABOUT SEX. IF YOU'RE GONNA GET TRIGGERED, OR YOU'RE TOO YOUNG, DON'T READ IT. IF YOU DO ANYWAY, THEN DON'T TELL ME. OKAY ENJOY 

My home was and always would be wherever he was, even if I wasn't with him. He was my home. I pondered over what he would tell the fandom, and how they would take it, how he was so willing to move here, just for me, and about everything he had done for me. It wasn't normal was it? This love, this relationship. Of course, we hadn't lived together yet, so who knew what would happen? I was basically healed now, and it seemed like our relationship so far, this time, had been centered around him taking care of me. Maybe now it would be different. Every couple had it's arguments and problems. We would work through whatever they were. I had faith in that, in us. I looked over to him, just studying him. He was watching the road, so all I got was his side profile. The angle of his jaw, his neck, the soft spot under his ear. I knew all of those places well. Again, I wondered what in the hell I did to deserve him. We didn't really speak anymore in the car, just sat quietly together, his hand on my thigh, my hand over his. When we reached the motel, neither of us said anything. He took my hand once I reached the front of the car, and led me into the room. Once he closed the door, he pushed me up against it, buried his hand in my hair, and pressed his lips to mine frantically. Like he would die, if he didn't kiss me. My own emotions, as well as my hunger, flared up. I buried my own hand in his hair, and gripped it tightly, fighting his lips and tongue with my own. The air in the room thickened with our need for each other. He picked me up suddenly, his hands under my thighs, and carried me to the bed. We were so involved in each other, he miscalculated our far the bed was, so we ran into it. When his legs hit the mattress, he fell forwards, taking me with him. He let me go, and threw his arms out to brace himself. Otherwise, he would've landed with all of his weight on me. As it was, I let out a short yelp and laughed. My laughter faded, when I noticed the look in his eyes. It was so intense, his blue eyes darkening with need. Anticipation started burning in my belly, a fire that wanted to rage and set my nerve endings on fire. Again, he ravaged my mouth, then moved down, peppering kisses on my cheek, my jaw, my neck. He pressed his lips to my shoulder a couple of times, then moved further down. He pushed my shirt up, and pressed soft kisses to my stomach, and under my breasts. It felt like he was trying to savor every inch of me. He unbuttoned my pants, pressed a few kisses to my lower belly, then patted my leg for me to lift my hips. I did, and he pulled my pants down, then threw them on the floor. When he crawled back over me, his shirt was gone, as well as his pants. I sucked in a breath, feeling his warm skin meet my legs. His hands found my breasts, under my shirt, but over my bra, and started palming then gently, paying extra attention to my nipples. I let out a soft moan, and dug my nails into his shoulders. "Too many clothes," he said, leaning back, then motioning for me to sit up. I did, and raised my arms for him to remove my shirt. His hand went around my back, and popped the links on my bra with ease. He tossed that to the side, and then his hungry eyes feasted on my exposed skin. I gulped hard, the need in my belly sparking even more. I almost felt like a virgin again, with the way he was looking at me. He pressed his lips to mine again, ravaging my mouth, while I felt his hand travel down my body. He caressed me like I was made of silk, until his fingers reached the top of my underwear. He slipped his hand inside, then cupped my heat, making me moan and rear up against his body. He swiped his fingers up and down my heat, paying attention to the little bundle of nerves. I dug my fingers into his back with one hand, the other gripping his hair. My nerves were tingling, and I felt his rock hard erection pressing against my lower belly. Anticipation pooled in between my legs, and I pressed my hips up, meeting his palm as he slip his fingers inside of me. First, it was a slow, steady rhythm, teasing me, building the need inside of me until there was a fire raging in my belly. His mouth left mine at the same time his fingers did, and I whimpered from the loss. He gave me a half smile, then stood and slid his boxer briefs down, kicking them to the side. I sat up, and took him in my hand. He sucked in a breath, and let his head fall back as I moved my hand over the soft, yet strong skin. I gripped the base of his length, then lowered my mouth to it. He groaned a little when my tongue touch him, licking from base to tip, moving my hand with my mouth. As I made my way all around him, wanting to give him pleasure, his hands buried in my hair, and he started moving my head for me. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, letting him set the pace. I felt him twitch in my mouth, before he pulled my head back by my hair. I released him with a popping sound, and looked up to meet his gaze. The hunger was intensified, his blue eyes dark as a stormy night. He shoved me back onto the bed, then sank down to his knees on the floor. He yanked my underwear down, exposing my heat to him. He stared at it, licking his lips, then lifted my legs over his shoulders. I held my breath as I watched his head dip down. I felt that amazing tongue hit my center, causing me to buck up into his mouth. This only encouraged him, his tongue flicking against my most sensitive spot at what was almost an natural speed.  I felt my climax building, his tongue sliding up and down my folds, then entering me. I tightened my legs around his head by instinct, and he brought is hands up gripping my thighs hands. I gasped as one of those gorgeous hands disappeared, and I felt his fingers fill me again. I couldn't take it. My climax built so fast, I was almost taken by surprise. His tongue flicked against my bundle faster, while his fingers rammed in and out of me. I grabbed his hair, feeling my body start to tremble. The fire spread throughout my entire body, making me tremble and jerk as I tightened my thighs on his head again. He slowed down, leading me gently back to earth. My body went limp as my climax left me. He climbed over me, and took my arms, pinning them above my head, his body moving over mine. He kneed my legs open, and I complied weakly. He poised himself at my entrance, the tip of his length pressing against my heat. He must've put a condom on at some point, because I could feel the difference. He pushed up and down my now sensitive folds, sending aftershocks through my body. He pressed against my core, entering me just a little, then pulling back. I thought I would go crazy from the repetitive teasing. He went a little deeper every time, until he completely filled me. I curled my legs around hips, urging his further. He shoved into me hard, causing me to cry out. I struggled against the hold he had on my arms, until he let go. I gripped his shoulders, and started moving my hips with his, gasping when he would go a little deeper. The only sounds filling the room were our grunts and moans, our skin slapping together as he increased the speed. I let my hips come up to meet him every time he thrust forwards, letting him go deeper. A thin sheen of sweat coated our bodies after a while, the air thicker than before. I felt another climax coming on, and tightened my heat around his length. He reached in between us, his fingers finding my little bundle again. He flicked it faster and faster, as he pounded into me, his thrusts still somehow going deeper. As his body slammed into mine, the fire raged again, spreading out to all of my nerve endings. It hit me so hard, I convulsed, and clenched my heat around his length. He yelled out, shoved into me a few more times, pulling my hips to him as he jerked against me, finding his own release. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty skin meeting mine, our breathing hard and labored. After a minute, he raised up over me, his hair curly and damp with sweat. His light blue eyes met mine, and he smiled. "I love you," he replied, then softly pressed his lips to mine. "I love you," I said, then gasped as he withdrew from me. I knew that I needed to get up and get a shower but I was so tired. When he was finished disposing of the condom, he helped me up and we took a shower together. It wasn't so much sexual as it was sensual. We took turns bathing each other and washing each other's hair, laughing as we tossed suds at one another. Once we were finished, and dried off, I slipped on one of his shirts, and he slipped on his joggers. We both crawled into bed, our bodies tired and relaxed. I curled up against him, laying my head on his chest so that he could hold me. We didn't speak, but we didn't need too. We drifted off to sleep, still holding one another.