Where We Belong
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This is another fic that started out as two separate drabbles, but these two always took place right after each other and it was easy to edit them into one fic. This is set in Portia’s Sophomore year of college. It is some sweet, smutty fluff.
Pairing- Marc Antony/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- After a long business trip, Antony and Portia reunite and make up for the lost time.
“My favorite sight in the world,” the words were spoken in a voice so satisfied that I could hear the smirk, even before I opened my eyes, “my woman fast asleep in my bed.”
“Antony!” I cried, sitting up. “You’re home!” I didn’t even bother arguing the “my woman” bit, because after all this time we both knew it was true. “I wasn’t expecting you tomorrow.”
“I canceled my last meeting and got an earlier flight,” Antony told me, undoing his shirt as I watched greedily. He threw his clothes on the floor and then climbed into the bed beside me, I was in his arms in a flash, not sure who reached for who first.
It didn’t matter, all that mattered that he was back. Our lips met hungrily, our hands tugging off the few stray pieces of clothing.
“So wet already,” he crooned as his fingers stroked my core, “were you dreaming of me, gorgeous?”
I didn’t answer, but I did arch into his touch, which was answer enough.
Antony continued to stroke me, his fingers teasing but not quite delivering, causing me to groan impatiently and reach down, to grab his hand, but Antony turned the touch back on me, capturing my wrist and stilling it.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, gazing down at me with dark eyes.
“I want you,” I groaned, “I need you.” He had been gone almost a month and while video chats were very useful, it wasn’t the same as having him here with me, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone to fuck me so badly,” I admitted, gazing up at him, “the whole time you were gone all I could think about was this.”
“Same,” Antony assured me, withdrawing his hand completely, ignoring my whimper of displeasure, a whimper which sooner turned into a happy moan when he replaced his hand with his hard cock, teasing my slick entrance, “I have spent the last month very familiar with my hand and dreaming of your wet pussy.” He slid inside me and I let out a cry, my arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him pulling him closer, welcoming him home.
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Several hours passed before sleep finally claimed me again as Antony and I made up for the weeks apart, but finally, I was too exhausted to move, dosing off in his arms, my head on his chest.
I didn’t know how long passed before I woke again, but I immediately noticed I was alone. The sound of the shower alerted me to Antony’s whereabouts, I considered joining him but the rumbling of my stomach combined with the pleasant soreness I felt when I stood up had me heading to the kitchen instead, pausing quickly to grab his discarded t-shirt.
I grabbed a frying pan and set about making a quick breakfast. As I finished flipping a pancake, I felt two arms wrap around me. “Mmmm something looks good,” Antony commented, pulling me closer.
“I am making breakfast,” I told him, “I’m almost done.”
“I meant you,” he replied, his lips trailing across my neck.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being lifted onto the counter.
“Antony!” I yelped as he pushed my legs apart, standing between them. “The pancakes.”
“They can wait,” he said dismissively, reaching over and casually moving the pan off the heat, “you’re the only thing I want to eat.”
His words sent a rush right to my core, one that was intensified as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“How you are you so horny?” I teased, trying not to let him see what he was doing to me, “we have been going at it like rabbits.”
Antony fazed up at me from his place between my spread thighs, his eyes dark with need, “26 days, Portia. 26 days apart, you better believe I am horny. Through every day in Australia, every boring business meeting, all I could think about was coming back and being with you.”
In addition to the heat between my legs, his words also filled me with a different kind of warmth. The long-distance thing wasn’t easy, for either of us, while I finished school and he managed his business commitments, but the reunions made up for it.
A point Antony proved perfectly as he lowered his mouth to my aching core, obviously done talking for now and deciding to put his mouth to better use…
