I put her down the moment we’re inside the elevator, and the doors are still closing when she jumps on me, crushing her mouth against mine and taking her hands to my chest.
“I could fuck you right here,” she tells me, tugging at my shirt in such a way that the fabric might just rip.
“I could fuck you anywhere,” I shoot back, pushing her back against the mirror in the elevator. I pin her arms over her head, kissing her in abandonment.
Even though I’m sure that I’m going to make my way toward the Super Bowl (and win the fucking thing), I doubt that it’s going to be better than this moment right now.
I’m the happiest man in the whole fucking planet. And that… Well, that calls for a celebration. The naked kind.
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Fiona
My apartment seems like a different place.
Before Danny’s surprise press conference, the walls seemed like they were closing in on me, and the colors were dimmed and lifeless. But now that I’ve stepped inside again with Danny by my side, it’s almost as if I’ve entered a completely different apartment. Sunlight streams through the drawn curtains, and everything seems bright and shiny. In a way, everything’s exactly the same, but at the same time, everything’s different now. It seems that happiness—and love—really have the power to change the way you see the world around you.
“That was the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me,” I tell him the moment we’re behind closed doors, my eyes locked on his. He smiles at that, closing the distance between us and placing both of his hands on my hips.
“I can do more sweet things, you know?” he says, and I’m pretty sure he isn’t talking about breakfast in bed, or flowers on Valentine’s Day.
“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot,” I purr, my hands on his chest. I feel his heartbeat under the palm of my hand, the outline of his rugged muscles turning my brain into mush. I was terrified that I was going to lose him, and now here he is, back in my arms. This is my lucky day, that’s for sure.
“I love you, Fiona,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel my knees growing weak.
“I love you too,” I whisper back at him, these words leaving a sweet taste in my mouth as they roll over my tongue. Smiling, he leans into me, and my eyelids droop as I feel his lips on mine. I open my mouth slowly, his tongue finding its way toward mine, and we kiss in complete abandonment.
Right now, it’s almost as if we are in a world of our own; forget about the games, forget about the media. We’re here, together, and that’s the extent of our whole universe.
“Come here,” he says, pulling back from my kiss and picking me up. Carrying me in his arms, he makes a beeline toward my bedroom and then lays me down on the bed. I lie back as he climbs on top of me, his mouth once again fitted against my own. I start unbuttoning his crisp white shirt as we kiss, my fingers working in a hurry. When the last button comes undone, I untuck the fabric out of his pants and then push the shirt down his arms, feeling the ropes of muscles in his arms on the way down.
I throw the shirt off the bed and then my hands dart toward his crotch. I flatten the palm of one hand there, and a shiver of anticipation crawls up my spine as I feel the thick shape of his hard cock tenting his pants and threatening to rip the fabric on its way out.
“I missed you,” I tell him, wrapping my fingers around the hard shape in his pants and squeezing it. “And I missed this.”
“Well, I’m here now,” he responds, looking at me with a soft smile. “And I’m not going anywhere…” He goes to his knees, still between my legs, and grabs the hem of my button-up blouse; pulling on it, he forces the buttons to pop out and then he pushes it down my arms, his hungry eyes going straight to the curve of breasts.
He leans into me, his mouth right between my tits, and I let out a soft moan as I arch my back, feeling his lips on my skin. My hands dart to his head and, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it, I force him to keep his mouth pressed against my body. Sliding one hand between my back and the mattress, he finds the clasp on my bra and pulls it free. With one yank, he takes the bra off my body, the straps sliding fast down my arms, and throws it to the side.
He looks at me in silence, his eyes taking in the sight of my naked chest, and I do the thinking for him. I grab both his hands and, slowly, place them over my naked tits. I close my eyes as I feel the palm of his hands pressing on my hard nipples, and another moan finds its way out of me when he squeezes my breasts.
Easing up the pressure, he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch my right nipple, and then he does the same to the left one. I look into his eyes as he does it, biting down on my lower lip as I feel the (oh so sweet) pain travelling from my tits to brain.
“I want to devour you,” he says, his voice heavy with anticipation.
“Do it,” I breathe out.
“I want to fuck you,” he continues, and I’m not sure if he's even listening to me. His eyes are wide and glazed, as if he’s hypnotized by my body. “I want to taste you. I want to make you mine, and then never let go.”
“Do it… Do it,” I repeat, closing my eyes as he pinches my nipples harder than before. My words spread their wings and turn into a moan, and that’s when he finally lets go of my nipples. Sliding his hands down the side of my body, he takes them to the hem of my tight fitting skirt and pulls the side zipper down.
Looking up at me, that wild hunger dancing in his eyes, he pulls my skirt down my legs. He lays on top of me again, kissing me, and I lace my legs on his lower back; holding onto him like that, I press my crotch against his, swaying my hips just so that I can feel his thick cock.
“I want you, I want you so much,” I whisper into his ear, my hands going down from his shoulder blades to the hem of his pants. I move them around his waist and, finally finding his belt buckle, I open it up. Anxiety making my heart beat faster, I slide the belt out from its loops and let it fall from my fingers. I go back to his pants and undo the top button, my trembling fingers then taking care of his zipper; the moment I start pullin
g it down, his cock pushes back against my fingers from under his boxer briefs, making my heart beat even faster.
Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock underhandedly, feeling it pulse against my curled fingers; I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over his boxers, and I let out a gentle moan against his ear. He reacts by tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking, forcing me to throw my head back. He rolls to the side at the same time and, moving quickly, he takes his parted lips to my left nipple; he wraps them around my rosy tip, sucking it inside his mouth, and then presses down with his tongue. I let go of his cock as pleasure flutters inside of me, one hand of his going over my stomach in a downward line.