one shot smut

I placed my toothbrush back in the brightly coloured pot on the side of the sink. The tips of my fingers tapped the other toothbrush in the pot. I glared at the dry bristles, with small clumps of toothpaste clustered within them, the slight remains of foam stained the neck.

Thoughts flooded my mind. Thoughts of him. Paris Williams. My fiancé. My man.

I missed him. I missed him so much that my heart would ache when I thought of him. He'd been on a trip business for months now. The lack of his presence made time tick slower.

"Just two more months", I whispered to myself with a sigh and sauntered to the bedroom. My shoulder rested on the door frame and my eyes drifted along my fiancé's possessions. His old broken watch; his torn jeans that I'd fixed for him; His tatty leather note book and the last letter I had received from him. Paris wrote to me with every chance he could during the first few weeks of his trip, but soon lost contact with me as he was too busy. I respected that he cared about his job, but I desperately wanted to hear that he was alright. Even if he would only write three words, my heart could be at rest.

I want to see him; The wait is killing me.

Just at that second, I heard a voice call out to me: "Abby".

I spun on my heals to locate where the voice came from and froze at the sight in front of me. The figure could not be real, my mind was probably playing tricks on me. Though my doubt was brought to an end when the man walked towards me and cupped my right cheek.

"I'm home", his voice, sweet and smooth as caramel, filled the heavy air. Paris chuckled at my still body and pulled me into his embrace. "I missed you. I missed you so much".

My arms slowly responded and wrapped around his slender waist. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. the pounding of his heart echoed through my mind, causing a wide smile to form on my lips.

His strong arms lifted me up and he carried me towards the bed. We fell onto the soft duvet, smiles still plastered on our faces. Our eyes locked as we laid in silence. I cherished his ocean blue irises that I had been missing all these months, which made me thankful that I didn't need to wait another two months. I decided not to question why he'd arrived early, for I just wanted to enjoy his presence once again.

"Are you tired", Paris brought a hand up to stroke my dark brown locks.

"Not anymore", I grinned.

"Well", He began. "What should we do then?"

"I have an Idea", my eyes flickered to his tender lips then back to his warm gaze. I moved my leg over his figure so I was straddling his torso. His hands moved to my waist and I lowered my head to hover above his.

"Way ahead of ya", he rasped and our lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

My fingers intertwined with his dirty blonde hair, while Paris slid his right had to grasp the back of my neck. Our lips moved in harmony with the undeniable feeling of lust. This contact was what we'd been waiting for all this time.

Sparks of adrenaline rushed through my blood at my fiancé's touch, his bitter scent engulfing me in a hypnotising trance. I was under his spell and there was no escape.

Breathless, I lifted from the kiss we shared. Our foreheads pressed together as we tried to catch our breath again, while I fiddled with the hem of his woolly grey jumper.

A smirk formed on my lips as I proceeded to tug the material up his toned body. In response he sat up, allowing me to lift the fabric over his frame. He too removed my pyjama top to reveal my bare chest.

Paris trailed his hands down my waist and leaned in to press his lips to my collarbone. After a few soft kisses he returned to my lips. His fingers brushed through my hair then flowed down the length of my spine.

I pulled free from his lips and gently pushed him back down to the mattress. Once I had him under my control, I started to suck on his neck. My kisses moved slowly to his collarbone, chest then abdomen, until I reached his waistband.

Without hesitation, my fingers grasped the zipper and pulled it down. Directly after, I pushed the button out of it's place. He raised his lower half and I slid the jeans from his firm legs.

I hovered over his face once again and planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Do you want to remove the rest, or should I?", I rasped seductively.

He didn't reply, instead he quickly flipped the situation, so he was on top. "I think I can manage", Paris growled, while his hands glided down my sides.

Paris paused once he reached my shorts, before tugging them off my figure. After he'd tossed both of our last items of clothing to the floor, he crashed his lips to my neck.

He scattered kisses along my skin until he found my weak spot, once he did I released a pleasurable moan. Paris continued to suck on my sensitive skin. The more he gave me, the more I wanted him.

In the process, Paris slowly and carefully pushed his hips downwards. I gasped at the new found pleasure that entered my core, causing him to slightly chuckle. His lips, still attached to my neck, vibrated against my skin. The tingling sensation of his warm lips was all too satisfying.

Once he'd pushed far enough into me, he began to grind his hips over my body. My face began to heat up as I experienced an enjoyable throbbing feel in my lower region.

Paris gradually built up his speed until he'd turned into a fast trusting motion. I hadn't realised that he stopped kissing me until he moaned quietly in my ear.

The air seemed thicker, as it got harder to breathe steadily. A slight stench of sweat tickled under my nose. My eyes closed at the unimaginably amazing passion.

A knot formed in my core and I held my breath. Paris moved deeper into me causing my walls to tighten around him, as I neared my climax.

He faintly grunted and slowed to a soft grind, whilst we finished together. The tingling sensation lingered in my gut even after he'd pulled out of my core.

For a moment we laid on the bed, side by side, breathless. I brought my hand to comb through my lovers slightly damp locks. A smile found its way to my lips as a pair muscular arms wrapped around my shoulder, bringing me into his chest.

Paris' heart was still racing, as was mine. He pulled the duvet, that'd scrunched up at the bottom of the bed, over our worn out bodies.

"Welcome home", I whispered and kissed his soft cheek, before falling asleep in his arms.

I placed my toothbrush back in the brightly coloured pot on the side of the sink. The tips of my fingers tapped the other toothbrush in the pot. I glared at the dry bristles, with small clumps of toothpaste clustered within them, the slight remains of foam stained the neck.

Thoughts flooded my mind. Thoughts of him. Paris Williams. My fiancé. My man.

I missed him. I missed him so much that my heart would ache when I thought of him. He'd been on a trip business for months now. The lack of his presence made time tick slower.

"Just two more months", I whispered to myself with a sigh and sauntered to the bedroom. My shoulder rested on the door frame and my eyes drifted along my fiancé's possessions. His old broken watch; his torn jeans that I'd fixed for him; His tatty leather note book and the last letter I had received from him. Paris wrote to me with every chance he could during the first few weeks of his trip, but soon lost contact with me as he was too busy. I respected that he cared about his job, but I desperately wanted to hear that he was alright. Even if he would only write three words, my heart could be at rest.

I want to see him; The wait is killing me.

Just at that second, I heard a voice call out to me: "Abby".

I spun on my heals to locate where the voice came from and froze at the sight in front of me. The figure could not be real, my mind was probably playing tricks on me. Though my doubt was brought to an end when the man walked towards me and cupped my right cheek.

"I'm home", his voice, sweet and smooth as caramel, filled the heavy air. Paris chuckled at my still body and pulled me into his embrace. "I missed you. I missed you so much".

My arms slowly responded and wrapped around his slender waist. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. the pounding of his heart echoed through my mind, causing a wide smile to form on my lips.

His strong arms lifted me up and he carried me towards the bed. We fell onto the soft duvet, smiles still plastered on our faces. Our eyes locked as we laid in silence. I cherished his ocean blue irises that I had been missing all these months, which made me thankful that I didn't need to wait another two months. I decided not to question why he'd arrived early, for I just wanted to enjoy his presence once again.

"Are you tired", Paris brought a hand up to stroke my dark brown locks.

"Not anymore", I grinned.

"Well", He began. "What should we do then?"

"I have an Idea", my eyes flickered to his tender lips then back to his warm gaze. I moved my leg over his figure so I was straddling his torso. His hands moved to my waist and I lowered my head to hover above his.

"Way ahead of ya", he rasped and our lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

My fingers intertwined with his dirty blonde hair, while Paris slid his right had to grasp the back of my neck. Our lips moved in harmony with the undeniable feeling of lust. This contact was what we'd been waiting for all this time.

Sparks of adrenaline rushed through my blood at my fiancé's touch, his bitter scent engulfing me in a hypnotising trance. I was under his spell and there was no escape.

Breathless, I lifted from the kiss we shared. Our foreheads pressed together as we tried to catch our breath again, while I fiddled with the hem of his woolly grey jumper.

A smirk formed on my lips as I proceeded to tug the material up his toned body. In response he sat up, allowing me to lift the fabric over his frame. He too removed my pyjama top to reveal my bare chest.

Paris trailed his hands down my waist and leaned in to press his lips to my collarbone. After a few soft kisses he returned to my lips. His fingers brushed through my hair then flowed down the length of my spine.

I pulled free from his lips and gently pushed him back down to the mattress. Once I had him under my control, I started to suck on his neck. My kisses moved slowly to his collarbone, chest then abdomen, until I reached his waistband.

Without hesitation, my fingers grasped the zipper and pulled it down. Directly after, I pushed the button out of it's place. He raised his lower half and I slid the jeans from his firm legs.

I hovered over his face once again and planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Do you want to remove the rest, or should I?", I rasped seductively.

He didn't reply, instead he quickly flipped the situation, so he was on top. "I think I can manage", Paris growled, while his hands glided down my sides.

Paris paused once he reached my shorts, before tugging them off my figure. After he'd tossed both of our last items of clothing to the floor, he crashed his lips to my neck.

He scattered kisses along my skin until he found my weak spot, once he did I released a pleasurable moan. Paris continued to suck on my sensitive skin. The more he gave me, the more I wanted him.

In the process, Paris slowly and carefully pushed his hips downwards. I gasped at the new found pleasure that entered my core, causing him to slightly chuckle. His lips, still attached to my neck, vibrated against my skin. The tingling sensation of his warm lips was all too satisfying.

Once he'd pushed far enough into me, he began to grind his hips over my body. My face began to heat up as I experienced an enjoyable throbbing feel in my lower region.

Paris gradually built up his speed until he'd turned into a fast trusting motion. I hadn't realised that he stopped kissing me until he moaned quietly in my ear.

The air seemed thicker, as it got harder to breathe steadily. A slight stench of sweat tickled under my nose. My eyes closed at the unimaginably amazing passion.

A knot formed in my core and I held my breath. Paris moved deeper into me causing my walls to tighten around him, as I neared my climax.

He faintly grunted and slowed to a soft grind, whilst we finished together. The tingling sensation lingered in my gut even after he'd pulled out of my core.

For a moment we laid on the bed, side by side, breathless. I brought my hand to comb through my lovers slightly damp locks. A smile found its way to my lips as a pair muscular arms wrapped around my shoulder, bringing me into his chest.

Paris' heart was still racing, as was mine. He pulled the duvet, that'd scrunched up at the bottom of the bed, over our worn out bodies.

"Welcome home", I whispered and kissed his soft cheek, before falling asleep in his arms.