DISCLAIMER: All events in this story are completely fictional. While some characters are based on actual people, all situations and events are the product of the author's imagination.
"Evening At Home"
by Corvi
“Wake up, mate. Game’s over. Time for bed.”
She opened her sleepy eyes and looked right into his face. Russell was squatting next to the couch where she’d been fast asleep. The room behind him was already dark.
“Ya’ can’t tell me you were restin’ your eyes that time, love. I think I heard a distinct snore comin’ from over here,” he said with a wicked grin. She gave him a drowsy smile.
“Who won?”” she asked blearily, remembering that they’d been watching a football game before she’d drifted off.
“All Blacks,” he said around a yawn, standing up and stretching. He looked so delicious doing it that she tried it out herself. “48 to 14.” They stumbled out of the dark living room and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
She stopped with her hand on the doorknob. “Sorry I fell asleep. You need to teach me the rules so I can get into the game. It just looks like a bunch of blokes running around like chickens with their heads cut off to me right now.” Another yawn stretched her face and she covered it with the back of her hand.
“Ah, you Americans. You’ll never understand the game. It’s not just a sport——it’s an art.” He shuffled down the hall to the next door, his bedroom. He turned back towards her in the dark, one hand leaning on the frame. “I’ll give it a go, but you have to stay awake next time.”
She chuffed softly and rolled her eyes. “I’ll give it a go,” she mimicked in a fair Aussie accent. He flinched and smiled broadly. For a long moment each stood in the doorway of their separate bedrooms, only a few feet apart, smiling in the dark.
“G’night,” he said quietly, almost a whisper.
“Sleep tight,” she answered, same as she’d done all week. A lingering look, and they both retreated into their rooms alone.
“Dammit,” she swore under her breath. She’d forgotten about the laundry. There she was, standing in her bedroom practically naked and her nightgown was down the hall in the dryer. A quick debate about whether just sleeping in her t-shirt would be good enough ensued and she gave up. She’d just run down the hall, get her nightgown, and run back. She’d be in bed before she knew it. She slipped her jeans back on, yanked the t-shirt over her head without bothering with her bra, and opened the door quietly.
The laundry room was on the other side of the tidy little kitchen. She’d only been staying with Russell at his farm in the outback for about a week, and already she’d forgotten how dark it was in the house at night. She was careful as she circled the island counter and slipped into the laundry room.
She opened the dryer as quietly as she could and dumped the clothes into an empty basket. She carried it to the far end of the room where a little moonlight was coming in and began rummaging around. Once she had her cotton nightgown in hand, she was walking out when another pile of clothes caught her eye. One of Russell’s old rugby shirts was lying in a heap along with some other clothes he must’ve washed earlier. She ran her hand over the black and red stripes, faded and soft, and threw her gown back into the basket without another thought. She slipped off her t-shirt, threw it into another pile of clothes, and quickly donned his long-sleeved jersey. It was soft and clean and warm. Perfect.
She wandered back out into the kitchen and decided to grab a quick glass of water before heading off to bed. She was standing at the sink, her back to the hall door, when a voice suddenly startled her out of her skin.
“Woman, that’s my shirt you’re wearing.” She turned in surprise to see Russell standing on the other side of the island. His white undershirt practically glowed against his dark skin. He was glaring at her, hands crossed over his chest. “If you’re going to spend any amount of time in Australia, you must understand that a man’s rugby gear is not to be trifled with.” He would’ve looked perfectly threatening if he hadn’t been wearing that half-smile, almost in challenge.
“Is that so?” She put her glass in the sink and leaned back against the counter. “You want it back?” He arched an eyebrow, and she suddenly felt devilish. “Come and get it, Kiwi. If you think you’re man enough.”
Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, he feinted right, quick as a snake, and then ran around the left side of the island. With a yelp, she darted out of the kitchen and almost made it to her bedroom door before her socks slipped on the hall floor. Just that little half-step to regain her footing was her downfall. He had her in his grips in no time at all, his hands just above her elbows, pinning her against the wall next to her bedroom door.
“Jesus, woman. Not ten minutes ago you were fast asleep and now I’m chasing you around the house,” he growled, smiling the whole time.
“I got my second wind,” she giggled. It felt fun to play, like kids who had stayed up past their bedtimes. “Now that you’ve caught me, how’re you gonna get your shirt back? You let me go and I’ll fight.”
“I’ll just bet you would, mate.” He edged closer to her so that now his whole body pinned her against the wall. His hands began to run up and down her arms now.
All of a sudden it was too dark in the hall, he was too close again. The smile faded from her face and she ducked her head, staring at his broad chest just inches away. He noticed the change in her right away and loosened his grip on her. He backed away slightly, sensing that she needed space and giving it to her. She cleared her throat nervously and made to step away from him, but his hands tightened on her once again. “Hey,” he said softly. She froze but didn’t meet his eyes. A long moment of silence as she inspected the plane of his chest.
“Are you…….” He cleared his throat and continued in a low voice. “Are you scared…… of me, love?”
“Pshh,” was her answer. A quick glance up at his face and shake of her head. “Don’t be silly. I never would’ve come out here, to the middle of nowhere, if I was scared of you.” Still not looking at him.
“I think you are scared. Maybe just a little bit, but scared nonetheless. Every time I get close to you, you tense up. Act like I’m some big bear that you don’t want to get too close to or I’ll bite.” A long pause as he watched her face. “You don’t like me?” That got him some eye contact.
“Of course I like you, Russell. I’m not scared of you. I just…… I mean……” Although she knew he couldn’t see her very well in the dark, she began to blush. “It’s easier for me when we’re just watching the game or when you let me help out around your farm. When you get this close, I just get…… nervous.” She watched his face carefully as she continued. “I’m not some young little model or beautiful movie star. I’m just me, you know? Ordinary, normal girl.”
“You are far from what I’d call ‘ordinary.’” He looked at her quite thoughtfully for a second before continuing. “What I like about you the most is that you are normal. It’s comforting. I asked you out here so that I could get to know you better. So that you could get to know me outside of all that celebrity crap. Normal Russell.”
“Oh, I am getting to know him. I like him very much,” she said in a rush. A quick grin from him before he became serious once more.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or nervous. My motives are, for the most part, honorable.” “For the most part, eh?”
A self-mocking huff and a roll of the eyes. “I am a man…… I can’t help it. I’ve been trying to steal a kiss all week long but you’ve shut me down every time.”
“When you got this close, I couldn’t tell if you were serious, if you really meant it like that or not.”
“Oh, I mean it like that,” he murmured in a voice brimming with playful intent. He crowded her again with his body, his hands moving around her back. This time she held her ground, reaching out to put her hands on his waist and steady herself.
“Then do you wanna try to steal that kiss now?” she asked softly, tilting her head up to his.
“Why do I have to steal it?” He closed the distance between their lips to mere inches. “Can’t you just give me one?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” she replied, barely above a whisper. She leaned forward to finish that last inch and they were kissing.
At first, it was just a mere brushing of skin on tingling skin, their lips barely touching. Leisurely. He was letting her set the pace, not wanting to startle her into running again. But now she felt like she had a right to touch him and she wanted more. It was like waking up on Christmas morning and knowing that finally——finally——you could open your presents, the ones you’d been dying to get at. Her hands tightened on his waist and pulled him even closer. His lips parted on a sigh, and she kissed his top lip, nipped at the bottom.
Now it was open-mouth kisses, still undemanding but growing warmer. Getting to know you kisses. When his tongue touched her upper lip for a quick taste, her hands slid under the hem of his sleeveless undershirt and moved smoothly up the center of his back along warm, silky skin. He groaned into her mouth, and she snuck inside for a taste of her own. Soft and lingering kisses turned into sharp, sleek slides of tongue against tongue. She could taste the thick tang of the beer he’d been drinking while watching the game. He could taste her toothpaste and it made him smile against her mouth. Wet, sucking sounds were punctuated by soft moans and hurried breathing.
One of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck while the other headed south to cup her bottom, pulling the lower halves of their bodies together. Heat exploded low in her stomach when she felt the hard press of him against her belly. With a sharp cry, she tore her mouth away from his and closed her eyes tight against the urge to drag him onto the floor right there in the hall.
Now that wouldn’t be very ladylike, would it?
His ragged breath fanned over her face, his forehead resting against hers. After a few moments, he seemed to realize what he’d been doing and moved his hand back up to neutral territory. She let hers trail back down to his waist. Their bodies separated, and she almost cried out again at the loss.
After several moments, he barked a short laugh. She opened her eyes and met his. “Sorry.” Sheepish grin on his face. His fingers were still entwined in her hair, stroking the base of her neck.
“Don’t be. I’m not,” she said, her voice a little too hoarse for her liking. The grin slid from his face, and he stared at her intensely. “I’m not afraid of you,” she assured him.
“Maybe you should be,” he said roughly, hand tightening in her hair. “You make me feel out of control.” She met his hard stare without flinching. He was challenging her, and she didn’t want to back down. His eyes roamed her face, stopped briefly at her swollen lips, and then traveled down her body. Slowly. “Makes me want to find out what’s underneath my footy shirt. Makes me want to taste your skin.” Her breath caught in her throat as the heat began to flame up again. His rough voice was almost as arousing as his touch.
He was throwing it at her, daring her to take up the bait.
To hell with being ladylike.
“You still want your shirt back?” she asked, pitching her voice low and throaty. His eyes returned to hers, left eyebrow arching up as she caught his attention. Slowly, very slowly, she moved her hands from his lower back around to his stomach, dragging her short nails along the way. He blinked rapidly but never broke her gaze. Her hands left his body and grasped the hem of the jersey. He untangled himself from her hair just as she raised the shirt up and over her head.
She had to give him credit. His eyes never left hers, not even for a second. She held the shirt out to him, feeling the blush creeping up her bare chest, the cool air making her nipples tingle and stand out.
Russell didn’t speak. Not a word. He took the shirt from her hand, dropped it behind him in the hall, and just stood looking into her eyes, trying to gauge how far she wanted to go with this. Just when she didn’t think her heart could stand the suspense, his hands crept down to the hem of his own shirt and pulled it off. It dropped onto the jersey. Blood was pounding in her ears as she closed the space between them, her soft breasts coming to rest on his hard chest. His eyes closed for a long second, and he hummed his approval, his hands coming up to cup her shoulder blades, anchoring her against him. Her fingers dug into his neck as she pulled him down for a hot blooded kiss, her tongue swirling around his, inviting him into her own mouth. He obliged and quickly they were back where they’d been a few minutes ago, breathless and moaning. He offered little resistance when she pushed him around with her body and through the door into her bedroom. His mouth moved over her cheek and down to her throat, biting and licking the tendon he found there. She backed him up to the bed and shoved him down at the edge. He looked up at her eyes and then finally allowed himself a look at her breasts. They were offered right at eye level, and he took her up on it. His hands circled around to cup their weight, tightening to test their fullness. She sighed, watched in awe as his tongue snaked out to swipe over the nipple, tasting her. He opened wide and took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could before scraping his teeth from outside the areola to the very tip of her nipple before letting go. He did it again and again until she was gasping for breath before he moved to the other breast and repeated this slow motion torture. When she was drawn tight, tingling, he latched onto her and suckled hard, drawing a sharp whimper from deep in her throat. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and held him to her, closing her eyes against the sensual sight of him nursing at her breasts.
The rhythm of his mouth set up a throbbing deep within her abdomen that became insistent, torturous. She finally had to back away, put some space between her and that wonderful mouth before she could continue her bold seduction.
He watched her with hooded eyes, his hands opening and closing on his thighs, itching to touch her again. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles, deciding at the last minute to keep her panties on. Maybe she wasn’t THAT bold after all.
When she stepped back up to him, his hands grasped her hips, thumbs rubbing the satin material of her panties, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom. He did what she’d been unable to do…… hooked his thumbs over the lacy tops of her underwear and slid them down her legs. She kicked them to the side, feeling that nervous excitement building in her stomach.
He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips. Her arms twined around his neck as he returned to his task of tasting every inch of her breasts, his tongue licking the undersides, teeth biting fiercely at her nipples only to soothe them later with his tongue. His short beard was chafing her tender skin but it somehow added to the experience.
Suddenly she realized who was doing the seducing around here. His nimble fingers found the soft, melting point between her thighs and she jumped like he’d scorched her. His mouth released her breast and trailed up to her ear.
“Shhh, love. It’s all right,” he whispered soothingly. His fingers danced over her swollen sex, opening her and spreading heated moisture. Two fingers entered her carefully at the exact moment his teeth came down on her earlobe, hard. She shivered and clutched his shoulders, moving with his hand, taking more of him inside.
“That’s it, baby. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” The sexy, low sound of his breathless voice was robbing her of coherent thought. Not to mention his teasing fingers, moving just inside her body but not deep enough to give relief.
“Please, Russell…….” she heard herself whimper pitifully. He growled into her ear and thrust his fingers a little farther into her welcoming body. He groaned, a low rumble from his chest. She tried to spread her knees wider, asking without words for more of him, but he pulled his slick fingers from her body. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, completely at his mercy now.
She felt the world spin and she was flat on her back, Russell sprawled between her legs. He was sucking urgently at the base of her neck as he fumbled with the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. Her hands came up weakly to help push them down past his hips.
Now that his fingers weren’t working their dark magic on her, she had enough of her thought processes back to realize that she hadn’t even touched him yet. She reached between them to take hold. He was hard, silky in the palm of her hand. His whole body went absolutely rigid as she tightened her grip and stroked him from base to tip.
“Jesus Christ,” erupted from his fevered lips, his face buried in the curve of her neck. She bit his ear just as he’d done to her before and gave him another stroke. His breath was coming in sharp gasps. It made her belly contract. Maybe she was back in the driver’s seat.
She brushed the tip of him over the swollen opening of her sex and was rewarded with a feral growl. He was in just the right position…… one thrust and he would be nestled deep inside her body. She couldn’t keep her hips from rising and falling, just barely riding the very tip of him inside her.
But instead of pressing forward, he came up onto his elbows and looked down into her face, pushing damp strands of hair from her cheeks. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly through gritted teeth. She fought to keep her eyes open and meet his gaze.
“Are you sure——?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, interrupting his gentlemanly question. She loved him for asking but she needed him to get on with it. He must have understood because he pulled her knees up higher, angled his hips, and began to ease into her. He seemed to know that she needed it slow, to reacquaint her body in stages, small thrusts, gaining ground by inches, until he was buried in her completely.
She barely registered the aching burn of his complete penetration before he began to move, lazily, almost dreamily. His eyes were shaded, his hair falling in clumps over his sweaty forehead, but he was focused solely on her. She couldn’t look away.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since we met,” he said, thrusting slowly and retreating. She shivered at the husky sound of his voice. “I was the one who was scared.” Another thrust, deeper this time. “I was scared you’d think I was…….” Thrust. “That I only wanted this.” Thrust. His eyes were burning now, his pace quickening. “I want all of you.” Another powerful thrust, pushing her across the mattress. She was having trouble keeping up with him. He pulled her thigh up over his hip. Deeper, harder. She didn’t have to ask.. he just knew what she wanted.
He leaned in for a wild kiss, his mouth sucking and licking at her lips, devouring her. His tempo increased dramatically as he began to lose control. One hand worked its way up to her breast and pinched the nipple between his fingers. It was just the right pressure to make her scream breathlessly with pleasure.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly against her lips. She tried to obey but the intense look on his face was too much. “Open your eyes.” He changed the angle of his thrusts and suddenly every stroke was rubbing against that sweet spot at the top of her sex. She gasped and obeyed his command at once.
His mouth was open, drawing air in gulps, as he continued to drive her across the bed. Sweat beaded his forehead, his jaw clenched tightly. His relentless stare held her suspended, waiting for him.
“Please……” she mouthed breathlessly, almost to the point of begging for her release. He blinked rapidly and the hand that had been torturing her breast made a swift descent down to where they were joined. His fingers easily found her and stroked smoothly, insistently. Combined with the powerful collision of him, deep inside her body, it was enough to put her over the edge. Her head snapped back and a unrestrained scream erupted from her lips as she contracted violently around him.
“Oh, God…….” His teeth carved grooves into the place where her shoulder met her neck as he moved inside her, his last few strokes jerky and uncoordinated as he exploded into her welcoming body.
They lay there for several moments catching their breath, moving sinuously against each other and trading languid kisses. Her trembling legs slid back to the mattress, and he rolled over to her side with a long sigh. His hand tangled in her hair once more as he nestled her close, pulling her onto his shoulder. Drowsy and satisfied, they sighed together, allowing their bodies to relax into each other.
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