Reclaiming Steele
by LoveSteele 2000
jumpedoff@yahoo.com
NC-17
(Disclaimer: If there are mistakes, sue me. Or, write me
to tell me after you've cooledoff. Thanks!)
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He moved on top of her slowly, trying to prolong the pleasure of having her there for him, for once. Things hadn't been what'd he'd call "good" for a long time, and their lack of lovemaking was a key indicator.
Six months ago things had changed between them for the better, or so they had thought. One night a simple date had progressed into so much more, and the next thing they knew words of love and committment were flowing on their way to his bedroom and his bed...
They agreed that things would remain as is... in flux, but with them physically linked, finally. Four and half years of painful frustration and arguments about who wanted what, and why, and why not had finally given way to a piece both had long desired.
That is, until HE showed up. Admittedly, Laura had told Remington off the bat who HE was and why HE was back. Remington hadn't worried in the least, content in his heart that Laura would do nothing to jeopardize their fledgling relationship.
Still, things went from wonderful to horrible in a matter or weeks. HE kept getting in the way with his insistant phone calls and office visits. HE knew how to pull at Laura's heartstrings and how to drive a wedge between her relationship with Remington. Oh yes, HE knew her better than anyone, that is, until Remington came along.
Six months later HE was finally gone. And now, Remington and Laura were desperate to renew their physical closeness and reclaim what was at stake these last few months.
Remington wanted to draw out their lovemaking, to make it last through the night, even though he knew they'd make love again soon after they climaxed anyway. They were still young.
Remington felt Laura arch her back and wrap her legs around his hips, obviously intent on allowing no space to come between their bodies. He'd already made her come once, with his head between her thighs as she sat on the couch a half hour ago... That had been unexpected.
One minute they'd been arguing about nothing in particular and the next thing he knew, Remington was pushing her skirt up over her waist and tearing at her underwear. Some things stayed surreal for him no matter how long they'd been together.
She had been sensitive to his touch, showing him with her hands and words just how much she'd missed him... particularly there. Her orgasm arrived within minutes.
So, now they were in his bed, messing up his clean sheets the best way he knew how. The sweat was almost pouring off him as he pounded into her, finally giving way to his greatest need. She would be sore in the morning, he mused, as would he, but it would all be worth it to be close again. And, it was definitely worth it as he felt Laura's vaginal muscles clench around him, and she cried out at the wonder of it all.
He loved to watch her come. He'd enjoyed it from the first time they made love. In the beginning she had tried to say quiet and compose herself when she orgasmed, but over time she had gathered her courage and let him see her for who she was, and she was definitely a moaner. Not that he was complaining. Not at all.
Finally, she came down off her high as Remington pressed soft kisses into her hair. She was, however, not content to let things between them slow down, even for her own pleasure. He began to move again, this time not restraining his thrusts for her benefit. Laura spoke softly to him, telling him all the secret things she liked done to her, things he knew now but loved to hear again anyway. His body stiffened, emptying into her, and he softly spoke her name as he always did as he came within her.
She stroked his back as he collapsed onto her, unable to support himself any longer. His heart still pounded in his chest, and he could feel her heartbeat as well, mating with his as they rejoiced in their coupling. He knew he should move but his body refused to leave hers after the long separation they'd endured. She was obviously content to have him there as well, he gathered, because she kept kissing his forhead, his cheeks, his ears.
"Welcome home," she whispered.
"It's good to be back," he said.
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The End