Part I

Travis had driven Sabrina crazy at bedtime, wanting to know when Daddy was getting home. He had important business to discuss with him - she knew the subject. It was all he had talked about for weeks. A puppy. And when Daddy was home last time, he had hinted that maybe…maybe…for his sixth birthday…

When she had finally gotten Travis and three-year-old Wyatt into bed and settled down, nine-month-old Melanie had wakened. Sabrina had spent half-an-hour soothing and rubbing the baby's sore gums with an iced gel ring. Teething was not fun she thought with a smile as she deposited her sleeping daughter back in her crib.

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She heard the quiet click of the front door opening and rolled onto her side to glance at the bedside clock. Three A.M. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Hesitations at each of the children's bedroom doors. She smiled. He just couldn't resist. He had to see them. But she knew he wouldn't wake them. He had been away since mid-April this time…two months.

Finally the door of their bedroom opened. "Rina?" he whispered. She smiled again at the nickname, but didn't answer him. She could hear him setting suitcases down and shedding his clothes. Then he was sliding into the warmth of the bed.

He pulled her back against him bringing her buttocks into contact with his already aroused member. She chuckled into the darkness. "Welcome home, Kev."

"I knew you weren't asleep," he murmured as he drew his tongue down the side of her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. "Damn, I've missed you…missed how you taste…how you smell…how you feel."

She twisted in his embrace to lie facing him. "Show me," she whispered.

His mind was reeling. It never changed…this desperate need for each other. It was the same whether he was away for two months or a week. It was the same now, after eight years, as it had been when they met. It was the same after three children. She was his addiction…and he was hers.

He cupped her breast and bent over her to press his mouth to hers. Lips touching lips, waiting, as always, for her to determine the moment of possession. She opened her lips and her tongue licked his bottom lip, pushing gently to touch his teeth. With a groan welling up from his belly, he tightened his grip on her breast and thrust into her mouth with his tongue. Her sudden involuntary breath pushed her breasts upward against his hand and his chest.

Kevin broke the kiss and slid his mouth down to the base of her throat, drawing in the rainwater fragrance of her skin, listening to the small, inarticulate sounds she made as he pleasured her. The cool, firm column of her throat gave way to the softer, warmer flesh of her chest and the gentle twin mounds of her breasts. He flicked his tongue down the valley between them. He could feel the flutter of her heart beneath his lips, beating like the wings of a caged bird.

Her fingers twined into his dark, shoulder-length hair and she drew him closer, pressing his face to her breasts, turning slightly, giving him easier access. "Please, Kevin…" she murmured.

He took his time. Butterfly kisses with his eyelashes first, his breath warm on her skin but keeping his lips millimeters away. When he reached the nipple it was already taut with desire. He chuckled softly. "In a hurry, Rina?"

"No," she breathed. "I love torture."

"Good…this is going to take a while." He pulled a nipple into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue for a moment before letting go. Then he leaned back slightly and blew gently across it. Sabrina moaned as the sensitive bud hardened further.

"Did you say something, baby?" His voice was soft and teasing.

"Nothing that I'd repeat in polite company," she rasped through clenched teeth. She could feel his mouth widen in a grin against her breast.

"I love it when you talk dirty…" he teased.

"I know…that's why I'm not going to do it," she said with a giggle and then gasped as his mouth engulfed one nipple and his fingers took possession of the other. "Oh god, Kevin…"

"Tastes so sweet…" he whispered. He was through teasing. He needed to take what he wanted. He swirled his tongue around the throbbing nub of flesh in his mouth and sucked harder. He was rewarded with a soft, low moan that set his pulse racing. Needing to hear more, he continued to torment her, stopping only to move his mouth to the other breast.

Sabrina arched slightly, trying to encourage him to take more of her breast into his mouth. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair and she tugged at it when she felt him bite down. Sparks exploded in the velvet blackness behind her eyelids and the moans she heard were not solely her own.

Kevin moved his hand slowly and deliberately down her body. Tracing the underside of her breasts and lingering momentarily over her ribcage. She squirmed slightly and whimpered, and he tugged again with his teeth on her nipple, reminding her who was in charge. But he really didn't want to torment her much longer. He couldn't. He wanted what she wanted.

His hand slid over the soft swell of her belly and into the soft tangle of hair that hid the treasure he was seeking. As his fingers gently probed deeper, he distracted her by sliding down the bed so that his mouth was positioned just below her breasts. Light flicks of his tongue over the ultra-sensitive underside caused a rosy flush. He couldn't see it in the darkness, but he knew it was there by the waves of heat pulsating from her body. And at that moment, he knew, he could do anything he wanted with her. He waited and then smiled when her hands pressed on his shoulders, urging him further down her body.

"What do you want, baby?" he breathed.

"I want you to drive me crazy with your mouth." She sighed as she felt the tremors racing through the muscles of his arms. He continued his journey down her body, sucking at the soft flesh and murmuring her name. There were hot coils within her that were unraveling along with her ability to think clearly. His lips hovered above her pubic bone and his tongue stroked from one side to the other as his fingers, lubricated with her own moisture, slid lightly from her opening up to the throbbing center of those coils. When he slowly pulled his fingers across it, she groaned and her hips jerked upward. That was all the signal he needed. His tongue took possession and he sucked hard as his fingers thrust inside her. Seconds later her muffled scream brought him back up the length of her body.

"And this is what I want," he growled as he plunged into her. She was like a wild woman now, writhing and undulating beneath him, urging him deeper and deeper with her hands, her body, her voice. He could barely breathe. He dragged her hands away from his hips and stretched her arms above her head, locking her fingers around the bars of the antique iron headboard. He didn't have to articulate it…she knew what he wanted. She held on and he shifted his weight to lean on one elbow. His hand slid down her outstretched arms, down her throat, over her breast and back to the center of her being.

Her fingers tightened on the cold metal and her hips lifted off the bed as he pounded into her over and over again, his fingers driving her own need to match his. "Oh my god, Kevin!" He wasn't going to be satisfied with just taking his pleasure…not this time. He was going to take her there with him.

He knew instantly when he hit the spot. Sabrina froze beneath him for a split second and then her body was an earthquake that held him imprisoned in her depths. His head came up and his back arched as he tried to bury himself in that hot, living abyss. With one last groan, ripped from the bottom of his soul, he found his release.

Part II
Stories by Emma