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Author's Note:
This is my first EVER attempt at writing any kind of erotic story. Constructive criticism appreciated, but please be gentle. Remember: It's my first time! :-)
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I heard the stairs creak as he made his way to our bedroom. I was always a light sleeper when Lance was working nights. He and his partner caught a case at the end of their shift, and it was well after midnight by the time he got home.
I kept my eyes closed as he came into the room. I could see him in my mind's eye as he slipped out of his coat and tossed it on the chair. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open and shut as he gently placed his shield and pistol inside. He let out a pained exhale as he briefly sat on his side of the bed. He was tired, and I could tell this case was weighing heavily on his mind. They all did.
I quietly let out a long exhale of relief. I was glad he was home.
He didn't sit long before he got up and headed to the bathroom, partially closing the door behind him. I heard him start the shower. A few minutes later I got up and draped myself with a light robe from the foot of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom and reached through the crack in the door to turn down the dimmer switch.
"I'm sorry, hon, did I wake you?" he asked. His eyes were closed as he quickly rinsed shampoo from his hair. He didn't see me come in, nor did he see as the robe fell to a puddle at my feet.
"I was already awake," I answered as I opened the shower door and stepped inside.
He stepped out of the water's stream and shook his head. "What are you doing?" he asked, turning to face me.
"I missed you. I'm glad you're home," I answered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He gently hugged me back, but his mind was clearly still on the job. "I'm sorry I was so late," he said. "This case is a mess. I didn't know when I was gonna get out of there."
"It's okay, babe. You're home now," I said. "Try to relax. You'll be back at it tomorrow." I reached up and kissed him, then gently prompted him to turn around. I watched for a few seconds as the shower stream pelted his shoulders with water. He'd been a swimmer in college and had maintained a lithe swimmer's body that drove me absolutely crazy. He reached out and braced himself on the wall in front of him as I ran my hands up his back.
I began slowly kneading his shoulders, starting at the base of his neck and working outward. My hands travelled back and forth along this route before I moved my thumbs to began working the tense flesh along either side of his spine. His muscles were tight - they usually were. It was a workplace hazard. But that didn't stop me from doing what I could to make it better. Plus, I loved touching him.
I continued my mission, stopping occasionally to focus on a particularly tight spot. As I was getting ready to retrace my route, I leaned forward and slowly kissed his body just before attending to it with my hands - first the left side, then the right. Lance exhaled, suggesting he was finally leaving the day behind him.
I continued to kiss my way across his back as my hands reached around to his chest. He turned around and took my face in his hands as he kissed me. Our tongues danced as the water fell around us and I lost myself in the feeling of safety that only came when I was in his arms.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to kiss me lovingly down my body toward my breasts. "I'm glad you were awake," he said, his voice quiet, but filled with lust. He leaned down and took my right breast into his mouth. I moaned as I watched the water draw rivulets along the back of his head.
"I always sleep better when you're with me," I said, as I ran my fingers through his wet hair.
He pulled me tight against him, his erection pressing firmly into my stomach. Feeling him so turned on sent a chill through my body, and I kissed him, my tongue wildly claiming every inch of his mouth as my own. His hands moved down my body, stopping only to squeeze my ass. I reached down with my right hand and wrapped it around the base of his engorged cock. He let out a quiet whimper, and it was a huge turn on to know I could elicit such a response from a man who was paid to carry a gun. Watching him enjoy himself was always sexy as hell.
I knew what I wanted to do next.
I reached over and switched the faucet from shower to steam mode as I took his hand and led him to the corner seat. He sat, and I straddled him as the stall filled with steam.
"I want to take care of you, baby," I said as I feathered a kiss on his forehead, his nose and then his lips. "Will you let me take care of you?"
"Oh God yes," he answered as his breathing quickened and he squeezed my breasts in his hands.
