I tug at his waistband, letting the fabric of his trousers stretch beneath my fingers. “You’re very… distracting,” I whisper.
“Good,” he groans, nipping at my earlobe. “I am supposed to be.”
His eyes darken as he leans down, lips tracing the line of my jaw, neck, and collarbone, sending shivers through every nerve ending.
“Team effort,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough, teasing. “Folding laundry together has become sexy”
I arch against him, tugging him closer. “We’re… exceptional at it,” I breathe, letting the words hang between us, laced with double meaning.
He chuckles, the sound low and husky, and his hands tighten around my waist. “Exceptional indeed.”
I wrap my legs around him instinctively as he presses his body against mine.
Dan leans back slightly, his hand slipping beneath my t-shirt, fingertips brushing against skin that’s already heating under his touch. I gasp, arching, and he groans, dragging his mouth back to mine in a desperate, consuming kiss.
“Fuck you’re amazing Em,” he murmurs, his bottom lip dragging along my shoulder. “I could spend all night just… touching you.”
“Maybe you should,” I whisper, voice trembling slightly, breath uneven. I tug him closer, letting the fabric of his t-shirt bunch in my hands.
He smiles, dark and wicked, and suddenly he’s shifting us, manoeuvring me so I’m lying on my back. He hovers above me, slowly removing his clothes, so slowly that I could scream and tell him to hurry up.
His broad shoulders taper down to a lean, powerful torso. Every line on his body seems to be carved perfectly, the muscles gently shifting as he breathes. My eyes follow the dip of his abdomen, that deep, defined V that disappeared into shadow. I want him to take me right now.
He leans in and gives me a peck. But it’s not a peck like a peck goodbye or a simple moment of affection. It’s a long, lingering peck with more heat and passion in it than any other peck I’ve ever had.
He then slowly removes my trousers and underwear and pulls me up to sitting to remove my top revealing my full self to him.
“You’re… incredible,” he breathes, voice thick with need. “I’m so lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. The chaos around us, the disordered laundry, scatteredsocks, tumbling towels, feels like a metaphor for our lives: messy, chaotic, but somehow perfect when we tackle it together.
Dan’s hand trails down my body, sliding across my stomach, pressing into the curve of my hips. I shiver, hips lifting slightly, encouraging, needing, desperate for him.
“Do you want me Em?” he murmurs with his hands firmly on my body.
“Yes,” I gasp, lips parting. “I need you. Right now”.
His grin is wicked, his eyes flashing with both mischief and raw hunger. He lowers himself further, chest pressing against mine, the heat of him radiating through me.
I run my hands over his back, pulling him closer, feeling muscles tense beneath my fingers. “We’re… very good at this team thing,” I murmur breathlessly. “You and me, together.”
“Yes,” he groans, hands gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him.
I arch into him as his hands slide up my inner thigh. When he reaches the place I’ve been aching for him to touch, he realises instantly what he’s done to me.
“Em, you’re so wet for me”
“Dan,” I whisper, voice ragged. “Please… I need…”
He groans, lips capturing mine in a heated, urgent kiss. “I know,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he pulls back slightly, just enough to see the effect he’s having on me. “You’re… irresistible.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, legs around his waist and use my legs to pull him so that his dick slides inside me
“Oh, fuck.” I moan, finally getting what I want.
“You’re… incredible,” he pants, forehead pressed against mine, hands roaming freely. “I could… lose myself in you right now.”
“You already have,” I whisper, breathless, nails grazing his shoulders. “And I’m not… asking you to stop.”
