The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the TV, some late-night crime drama playing in the background. My fingers traced idle patterns on your chest as you held me close, your heartbeat steady beneath my ear. You smelled like soap and something uniquely you, warm and safe. I exhaled, letting the day’s tension melt away.
"You okay, baby?" you murmured, your breath ruffling my hair. Your fingers slid up and down my back, slow and deliberate, like you were memorizing the curve of me. I nodded against your chest, not trusting my voice just yet.
Your lips pressed to my forehead, lingering. "Good. You don’t have to be. Not with me." The way you said it, so sure, so *yours*, sent a shiver through me. I burrowed closer, my thigh sliding over your hip, feeling the heat of you through your jeans.
You chuckled, low and rough. "Someone’s needy tonight." Your hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair just enough to make my scalp tingle. I huffed, half-laughing, half-moaning.
"Shut up," I muttered, but there was no bite to it. You always knew exactly how to pull me out of my head. Always.
Your other hand drifted down, tracing the dip of my waist, the flare of my hip. "Mmm, I love when you’re like this." The words were a growl against my temple. "All soft and clingy. Fuck, Kelsey."
I bit my lip. The way you said my name when you were like this—like you were already halfway to fucking me—made my pulse kick up. Your thumb brushed the underside of my breast, just a teasing graze, and my breath hitched.
"Luke—" I whimpered, arching into the touch.
You groaned, low and hungry. "Yeah, baby?" Your fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my head back so you could look at me. Your eyes were dark, molten. "You want something?"
I swallowed hard. "You know what I want."
Your smirk was wicked. "Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me," I breathed, the words spilling out before I could second-guess them. "Hard."
A shudder ran through you. Your grip on me tightened, possessive, before you flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion. I gasped as you loomed over me, your weight pinning me down, your expression pure dominance. The TV flickered, casting shadows over your face, making you look even more dangerous.
"Since you asked so nicely," you purred, dragging your fingers down my throat, over the swell of my breasts, lower. I arched into your touch, my nipples already hard, aching.
You didn’t waste time. Your hands were everywhere—yanking my shirt up, peeling my leggings down my legs with rough efficiency. I was naked beneath you in seconds, my skin flushed, my pussy already wet and aching for you.
"Fuck, look at you," you growled, your gaze raking over me like you were memorizing every inch. "So fucking beautiful."
I reached for you, my fingers fumbling with your belt. "Off. Now."
You laughed, low and dark. "Impatient little thing." But you let me pull your jeans down, your cock springing free, thick and heavy in my hand. I stroked you once, twice, and you groaned, your hips jerking forward.
"Kelsey—" Your voice was a warning, a promise. I spread my legs wider, inviting you in.
You didn’t make me wait. In one swift thrust, you were inside me, filling me up so completely it stole my breath. I cried out, my nails digging into your shoulders as you bottomed out.
"Fuck, you feel *amazing*," you grunted, pulling back before slamming into me again. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and filthy, and I loved it. Loved the way you owned me, the way you took what you wanted from me.
Your hand slid between us, your thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. "You gonna come for me, baby?" you asked, voice rough with need. "Gonna cream all over my dick?"
I whimpered, my hips rising to meet your thrusts. "Yes—fuck, yes—"
You smirked, driving into me harder, deeper. "That’s it. Take it. Take *me*."
The pleasure coiled tight inside me, my orgasm building with every snap of your hips, every grind of your thumb. You leaned down, your lips brushing my ear. "Come for me, Kelsey. Now."
The command sent me over the edge. I shattered around you with a broken cry, my back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. You groaned, your rhythm faltering as you chased your own release, pounding into me until you buried yourself to the hilt and came with a guttural moan, your cock pulsing inside me.
For a long moment, we just breathed, our bodies tangled together, slick with sweat. You kissed me slow and deep, like you had all the time in the world.
"Love you," you murmured against my lips.
I smiled, lazy and satisfied. "Love you more."
You chuckled, rolling us onto our sides so we were face to face. "Not possible."
I snorted, nuzzling into your chest. "We’ll see."
Your fingers traced lazy circles on my back, and I knew, no matter what tomorrow threw at us, we’d handle it together. Because with you? I was home.