Faith by Ashe Barker

distinctive purr of his Nissan, and I pull my curtain aside in time to see it turning into the driveway next door.
    Ewan gets out of the car, casually dressed for travel in jeans and an untucked black T shirt. He looks sexy enough to eat. Sod the braising steak. He glances over the hedge at me, our eyes meet. He smiles and I swear I can see the dimples from here. He lifts his hand in greeting.
    I wave back before dropping the curtain and heading for the door. I rush outside and charge down my path to meet him at the gate as he heads my way. I launch myself Dirty Dancing style into his arms, no doubt causing all sort of talk and conjecture among our other neighbours. I don’t care. Neither does Ewan, it seems. He picks me up, swings me around before planting me back on my feet and kissing me.
    I respond, plunging my tongue into his mouth as I twist my fingers through his thick hair. I’ve yearned for him so much despite our daily telephone conversations and near constant texting. Now he’s here, in the flesh. I come up for air.
    “I cooked you a meal.”
    “Will it keep?”
    “Yes.”
    He grabs my hand and heads towards my front door, still swinging on its hinges from my headlong rush. “My heating’s not been turned on for weeks. We’ll use your bed.”
    In fact I let myself in next door and turned his central heating back on yesterday in anticipation of his return, but I see no point in debating the plan. My bed is nearer so that sounds good to me. He tows me through my door, pausing just long enough to allow me to shut it behind us and drop the latch before he continues up to my bedroom. He back heels that door shut as I start to unbutton my loose-fitting shirt.
    “No. Let me.”
    I remain standing, quite motionless as he steps up behind me. He lifts the hair from my neck and kisses my nape, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. He reaches around me to loosen each of my buttons before spreading the shirt open to reveal my breasts. I bought new underwear, a delicate cream-coloured confection of lace and satin, and chose to wear it today in honour of his homecoming. Ewan admires my lingerie over my shoulder.
    “Mmm, sweet. Is this for me?”
    “Of course. Do you like it?”
    “Love it.” He peels the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it on the floor. “So sexy, seductive. You’re a beautiful woman, Faith. Have I mentioned that?”
    “Maybe. Not recently though. Tell me again.”
    “I’ll tell you, and show you. Christ, baby, I missed you.” He cups my breasts in his hands, buries his face in the hollow between my neck and my shoulder. He marks a trail across my shoulder, nibbling, nuzzling, kissing. He moulds my breasts with his hands, lifting them and pressing them together to create a cleavage I can never quite manage to achieve, even with the aid of expensive sexy lingerie.
    “Gorgeous, sexy, so soft, so responsive.” He demonstrates that last with a sweep of his thumbs across my nipples. They swell and harden, scraping against the lace of my bra. Ewan knows, rubs harder as I moan and writhe against him. I need him inside me. Now.
    He lowers one hand to undo the button on my jeans, but continues to torment my nipples with the other. Alternating between them, he slides his hand inside the cups to twist and squeeze, bringing me almost to the point of pain before he releases the distended nubs. He massages each of my swelling mounds in his palm as he slides his other hand down inside my open jeans to cup me. I’m desperate to shove my jeans down, get rid of the remaining barrier, the denim now hindering my movements as I try to open for him.
    “No, be still. I’ll undress you when I’m ready.” His voice is gentle, but firm. He expects me to do as I’m told, and it never occurs to me there may be any other choice. I let my hands drop to my sides and lean back against him as he stretches his arm further to insert two fingers into my drenched pussy.
    “Ah, such a welcome home.