The Perfect Morning
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is the newest installment of “A Path Least Expected” and it takes place sometime after “Almost a Tragedy”. This is the response to three different prompts: “a kiss because you shouldn’t stay away so long”, “He saw darkness in her beauty. She saw beauty in his darkness” and “sleepy sex”.
Pairing- Dante/Eleanor (MC/Other)
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Dante returns from a business trip and he and Eleanor have a passionate reunion.
Words- 1434
Eleanor rolled over sleepily, beginning to contemplate the idea of getting up and starting the day, but wanting to prolong it for a little longer. However, her eyes shot open when instead of an empty mattress, she made contact with a warm hard body.
A very familiar body.
“Dante,” she breathed sleepily, basking in the sight of him, “you’re home.” Her husband had been in Asia for the past two and a half weeks on business and she’d missed him desperately.
“I finally wrapped up my business and got out of their as soon as I could,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him. “I got in at about 3 a.m and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You’re so sweet,” Eleanor told him, leaning forward to kiss him, “and waking up to see your face is worth it, no matter what time it is.” She knew that sounded syrupy and cheesy, but she meant it.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dante told her, deepening the kiss.
Eleanor sighed happily against his mouth. She’d missed this, she’d missed him. She ran her hand over his jaw, loving the rough feel of his facial hair beneath her fingers, and the way it contrasted with the soft feel of his lips against hers.
“You were away far too long,” she complained, threading her leg in between his and tugging him closer to her.
“I know baby,” Dante told her, running his hands along her curves as he pressed kisses along her shoulder and collarbone. “Two and half weeks without you was torture.”
He’d only been supposed to be gone for a week, which was why Eleanor had opted to stay home. She’d had a few appointments and commitments and she knew it was important to maintain her own life and not just let her world revolve around Dante, but it had been hard to remember that as one week had turned into two and then more and she’d gone to sleep every night in an empty bed, missing her husband.
But he was there now, his hands tugging her nightgown up and off of her body, his hands and mouth exploring her bare chest, and that was what mattered. Eleanor arched into his touch, running her hands over the smooth muscles of his bare back.
After a moment, she tugged his head back up to his, kissing him deeply. She poured all the longing of the last three weeks into the kiss and felt him respond with equal need.
”I dreamed of you,” Eleanor murmured against his lip, running her hands through his dark hair.
“What was I doing in your dream?” Dante asked in a low, sensuous voice as he eased her underwear down over her hips, leaving her completely bare beneath him. “Was I touching you like this?” His hand slipped between her thighs, exploring her wet folds with expert precision. He always knew exactly how to touch her.
“Yes,” Eleanor moaned, her hips bucking upward into his hand as he eased one, and then another, finger inside of her. “Oh, Dante!”
“I dreamed about you too,” he confessed as he continued to pump his fingers at a slow, leisurely pace designed to leave her wanting more, “I fantasized about the sounds you make when I touch, the way you moan my name in pleasure.”
He sped his fingers up then, making Eleanor moan. “Dante….”
“Yes, that’s it,” he encouraged, pressing a quick, hard kiss to her mouth as he continued to work her with his fingers, “come for me, baby, let me hear you scream my name.”
It didn’t take long for her to comply, because she was already so close and two and a half weeks without him had left her wanting. They’d had some very intense video chats during his absence, but her fingers weren’t nearly as satisfying as his, especially when she added in the feel of his mouth against her breasts and the warmth of his body against hers.
“Dante!” Eleanor sobbed over and over as the orgasm hit her hard and fast. She clutched at the sheets as her body shuddered against his hand.
“Was that all I did in your dreams?” He asked in a low, teasing voice, his eyes dark with desire, his mouth hovering right above hers.
“No,” Eleanor answered wrapping her arms around his neck, “not even close.”
Dante gazed into her eyes. “What do you want from me, baby?”
“I want you, inside of me, right now.” She told him desperately, her body aching with need despite having just reached release. She pulled at his pajama pants, resenting the barrier that still existed between them.
Dante’s hand covered her and he pushed them down, before kicking them off. “Your wish is my command,” he told her in a low voice, shifting so that he was poised right at her entrance and she could feel how much he wanted her.
He leaned down and captured her mouth in a long, slow kiss as he eased himself into her. Eleanor let out a little cry as he filled her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him closer. After a moment, Dante began to move within her, his movements controlled and deliberate.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured against her skin, pressing kisses all along her neck and shoulders as he moved within her.
“So do you,” Eleanor said with a happy sigh, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect unison.
It didn’t take long for Eleanor to feel herself getting closer to the edge. Dante could obviously sense it as well, because he moved his hand between their bodies, stroking her clit as he continued to thrust inside of her, increasing his pace as he did so. The added sensation was all she needed and she screamed her name as she came, clenching around him and digging her nails into his back as she did so.
That was obviously all Dante needed because Eleanor was still riding the wave of her orgasm when she felt him shudder against her, spilling himself inside her as he groaned her name.
Dante collapsed against her, both of them slick with sweat and gasping for breath. She wrapped her arms around him as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, loving the feel of him against her.
After a long moment, Dante rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she was laying across his chest.
“That was the best wake up ever,” Eleanor sighed in satisfaction, pressing a lazy kiss to his mouth.
“Is that so?” Dante asked with a smirk. “Then maybe I should go away more often.”
“How about no,” Eleanor countered, “I like you right where you are.”
“That’s good because there is nowhere I’d rather be,” Dante assured her, bringing her face down to his for another kiss. “I missed you, Ellie, more than I can say.”
“I missed you too,” she said quietly, “not just this part, but all of it. I just missed being with you. Please don’t go away that long again.”
Eleanor knew she sounded needy and that he hadn’t gone away because he’d wanted to, that it had been an important business trip, but… She still hated it.
“If something like that comes up again, I’ll have you join me,” Dante promised, stroking her face gently, “I don’t want to be without you either, baby.”
Eleanor nodded, feeling a little foolish but that Dante understood and that he didn’t think she was silly or clingy. Of course, that was one of the things she loved so much about Dante: he understood her better than anyone else ever had. He saw all of her, including her insecurities and imperfections, and he loved her anyway.
Or maybe that was why he loved her because he understood her so well. Dante could see the darkness in her beauty, the hurts, and imperfections that she hid from the world, while she was able to see past his dark, bad boy exterior to the beautiful, kind man that lay underneath.
“I’ll do my best to give you whatever you need, Ellie,” Dante assured her now, his arms wrapped around her waist, confirming her thoughts.
“I know,” Eleanor said softly, gazing into his eyes and smiling at the love and devotion she saw there. She wasn’t perfect and neither was Dante, but they were perfect for each other. He was hers and she was his and that’s the way it would always be.
- End
