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The clock on the living room wall ticked past 2 AM when Buck pushed open the front door of your shared house, the weight of a grueling 24-hour shift at the station clinging to him like smoke.
His muscles ached from hauling gear and responding to calls that had dragged on into the night, but all he craved was the softness of bed and the comfort of your body against him.
Kicking off his boots in the entryway, he moved quietly through the house, the floorboards creaking faintly under his socks. The house was dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Buck paused in the hallway, listening for any sound from the bedroom.
When he heard nothing, a small smile tugged at his lips. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. Padding barefoot to the bedroom, Buck eased the door open. The room was cooler here, the window cracked to let in the summer breeze.
The scent of your vanilla candle lingered in the air even though it was put out hours ago, a familiar comfort that eased the tension in his shoulders. He stripped down —shirt first, then pants, folding them over the arm of the chair in the corner. His body was marked by the day's work: a bruise blooming on his forearm from wrestling a frantic victim into calmness, a scrape along his ribs from climbing a fence. But none of that mattered now. All he wanted was you.
You lay on your side, facing away from him, the sheet tangled around your waist. Your hair spilled across the pillow, and one arm was tucked under your head, the other draped loosely over the edge of the mattress. The thin tank top you wore had ridden up, exposing the curve of your lower back, and your shorts hugged your hips. Buck's gaze lingered, his exhaustion shifting into something warmer, hungrier.
He approached the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he slid in behind you. The heat of your body radiated against his chest as he pressed close, his arm wrapping around your waist. You stirred faintly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into him. It brought another fond smile, and he can’t resist pressing his lips against your skin.
Buck buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin —cocoa from your body lotion, mixed with the natural musk that always drove him wild. His hand splayed across your stomach, fingers tracing over the fabric of your tank top.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured softly.
You stayed asleep but your body responded in that subtle way it always did to him, even in sleep. Your back arched just a fraction, pressing into his chest, seeking his warmth. Buck's cock twitched at the contact, already half-hard from the mere sight of you. He shifted his hips, letting his growing erection nestle against the cleft of your ass through your shorts.
Buck's lips brushed your shoulder, planting a soft kiss there. You murmured something incoherent, your hand twitching as if to reach for him, but you settled back into slumber. His hand slid lower, dipping under the waistband of your shorts.
His fingers encountered the soft curls at the apex of your thighs, then the smooth heat of your folds. You were already a little damp —perhaps from dreams, or maybe just the natural state of your body when he was near.
He groaned quietly, his thumb circling your clit with feather-light pressure. Your hips shifted, a tiny buck against his hand. Your eyes stayed shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks.
Buck's cock throbbed, fully hard now, straining against the thin barrier of his boxer. He ground against you slowly, the friction sending sparks up his spine. His free hand pushed your tank top higher, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled instantly, and he cupped one, rolling the peak between his thumb and forefinger.
A soft whimper escaped you, your body responding instinctively. Your legs pressed together before parting just enough for his hand to delve deeper, two fingers sliding along your slit, gathering your wetness. Buck's breath hitched as he pushed one finger inside you, feeling the tight, warm clench of your walls. You were so responsive like this —pliant, unaware, yet attuned only to him. No one else could elicit these subtle reactions from your sleeping form.
He pumped his finger slowly, adding a second when your inner muscles relaxed around the first. Your breathing quickened, shallow pants that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Buck's mouth latched onto your neck, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark that would bloom purple by morning. His hips rocked steadily against your ass, the head of his cock peeking out of his boxers and leaking precum onto your shorts.
Pulling his fingers free, Buck tugged your shorts down your thighs, just enough to bare your pussy. The cool air kissed your exposed flesh, and you shivered, your body curling closer to his heat with a sleepy hum. Just a little nudge under your thigh was enough for him to get your leg hiked, making more space for him.
He freed his cock from his boxers, the thick length slapping gently against your ass cheek. Gripping himself, Buck guided the tip to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds. You were slick now, your arousal coating him as he nudged inside.
Inch by inch, he sank into you, the stretch making his eyes flutter in pleasure. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, fluttering around his girth even in sleep. Buck bit his lip to stifle a moan, his hand returning to your clit, rubbing firm circles to ease the way. You gasped softly, your head tilting back against his shoulder, brows furrowed. Buck paused when he was fully in, savoring the feel of you —hot, wet, enveloping him completely.
He began to move, slow shallow thrusts at first, building a rhythm that had your body rocking with him. Your breasts bounced gently with each push, drawing another whimper from your throat. The sound went straight to his groin, encouraging him to fuck you deeper, his hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin muffled by the sheets.
Your responses grew more pronounced —legs spreading wider, back arching to take him better, soft moans spilling from your lips. But your eyes remained closed, your mind lost in whatever dream his touch wove. Buck's hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he pounded into you. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles straining from the effort of keeping quiet, of drawing this out.
He leaned down, mouthing at your shoulder, sucking hard while his fingers snuck down and worked your clit relentlessly. Your pussy clenched around his cock, a warning of your building climax. Buck thrust harder, angling to hit that spot inside you that made you unravel. Your breaths came in ragged bursts, your hand fisting the sheets unconsciously.
The tension coiled tight in your core, and Buck felt it —the way your walls rippled, the subtle tremors in your thighs. He drove into you with purpose, his own release barreling down on him.
“Come for me, baby. Come on,” he whispered against your skin, and your body obeyed, shattering around him just as his cock pulsed, flooding you with hot spurts of cum.
Your eyes flew open, a cry tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you. Awareness crashed in —Buck's body pinning you, his cock buried deep, still twitching inside your spasming pussy. You gasped, turning your head to meet his gaze, pupils blown wide with lust and satisfaction. “Buck... what—”
“Shh,” he silenced you with a kiss, deep and claiming, his hand stroking your side soothingly. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
He pulled out slowly, cum barely leaking from your folds with how deep he came in you. You trembled in his arms, the aftershocks making you clench around nothing.
Buck helped you roll in his arms, facing him. With gentle hands, Buck tugged your shorts the rest of the way down your legs, pulling them off entirely and letting them drop to the floor beside the bed. The cool air brushed your bare skin as he reached for the nightstand.
He grabbed a soft cloth from the drawer —the one you both kept for moments like this— and dampened it under the bathroom faucet. Returning, he parted your thighs slightly, wiping away the sticky mess between your legs with careful strokes. The cloth glided over your swollen folds, cleaning the cum that dripped from your entrance, soothing the sensitive skin around your clit. You sighed, relaxing into the mattress as he tended to you, his movements unhurried and loving.
Satisfied, he discarded the cloth and he slid back into bed, pulling the sheet up over both of you. His body molded to yours from behind, one arm draping across your waist, his hand splaying flat against your stomach. The heat of his skin chased away any chill, and you nestled closer, your back pressing softly against his chest.
Buck's lips found your forehead, pressing a sweet, slow kiss there. His mouth lingered, breath warm and even, before trailing lower to your temple, cheek, shoulder. Each kiss was deliberate, unhurried, a gentle exploration that spoke of deep affection rather than urgency. His fingers traced lazy patterns over your hip, up the curve of your side. Your eyelids grew heavy under his soft touch.
As you drift off once more, you feel a final soft press to the corner of your mouth.
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