The trip to Carolus had been wonderful.  Annais’s parents were such lovely people; Piers was glad to have the chance to meet them.  The countryside was beautiful, unlike anything he’d ever seen.  He enjoyed getting away for a while more than he initially believed.  He felt so inspired the whole time he was there and had practically come up with a whole album over the trip that he was itching to get recorded.  Best of all, Annais was in much better spirits than she had been when they left Galar.  None of that changed the fact that it was great to be back home, in his own bed, making love to his fiancé.

It was fortunate that the very first thing Marnie wanted to do when she returned to Galar was visit her best friend, because the very first thing Piers wanted to do when he got back was fuck Annais silly.  Not too long after his sister left for Potswick did the two end up in his bed, hastily stripping each other’s clothes away while their tongues explored each other’s mouths as if they forgotten the taste of the other.  Hands were everywhere, groping anything that was even remotely erogenous.  Foreplay was foregone.  Piers was beyond eager to have her bare breasts beneath his palms again, his tongue down her throat, and his cock deep in her cunt.

Sure, they’d managed to have sex a few times over the course of the past month, but nothing beat doing it under your own roof.  He was the man of the house here.  He could do what he wanted and be as loud as he pleased while doing it without a shred of guilt.  There was no worry of being caught or someone overhearing.  They didn’t have to do it in the back of a vehicle or late at night in a shower.

They had worked up a sweat making up for lost time.  Both bodies were coated with a sheen of perspiration, somewhat gleaming in the faint light of the foggy, gray Spikemuth sunshine as it peeked through the blinds.  The darkness wasn’t depressing; in fact, far from it.  It was cozy.  It felt welcoming.  They were back where they belonged, doing what they loved most.  

Good old missionary in his bed right in the middle of the afternoon felt more like being home again than that first step into his flat.  The tiny mattress creaking from each thrust was a surprisingly comforting sound.  He never realized how much he missed hearing it after a month of going without.  In fact, the entire erotic symphony of their union was music to his ears.  Annais’s wanton moans and desperate pleas were angelic to Piers, coaxing him into a frenzy of lust.  It was such a shame he’d had to cover her mouth or silence her the last time or two that they fooled around; there was hardly anything he loved more than listening to how he made her feel.  Piers himself was so overwhelmed, he could hardly verbalize any thoughts.  Between his labored pants, he was only capable of grunts and groans, muffled as his trembling lips ghosted his lover’s skin. 

“Oh, Ann,” he managed to exhale between kisses.  “I’ve missed you.  So, so much.”  The words were so soft, so affectionate, spoken as if they were long lost lovers reunited for the first time in decades.  Piers was in such a state of bliss that he was hardly aware of how amusing that statement had been.  The two hadn’t left each other’s side for even a moment the entire trip.  Instead of being tired from overexposure, the trip only amplified their yearning for one another.

Piers didn’t understand why her body intertwined with his was as poetic as it felt to him, how such a primal act could be so profound.  He wouldn’t dare question it.  He was grateful to be alone with her and enjoying it so much.  He was so blessed to have found a love that made every moment a special occasion while making each experience feel familiar and brand new simultaneously.  Perhaps this bout wouldn’t be as memorable years down the line as some of their bolder or more experimental trysts.  Maybe they wouldn’t reminisce about it one day in the future.  It’s possible the memories of all the times they shared like this would bleed together, but in the moment, it was everything.  There was indescribable beauty in the mundane, magic in the domestic.  Being intimate with her was like a warm blanket draped over his shoulders after being out in the cold for so long.  It was sustenance after starving, a chest full of air after holding one’s breath. 

He was possessed by the way she gasped his name, followed by the breathless chants of “Harder.”  He didn’t realize he was capable of pounding her more feverishly than he had up until that point, but he mustered the power, threatening to fuck her right through the mattresses.  There was tenderness in each rough snap of his hips.  There was love in the scarlet stripes she clawed into his shoulders.

Piers couldn’t even form a warning when his climax approached.  They were so in tune, it wasn’t necessary.  She read his body like her favorite novel, gripping him tighter when she knew he was there.  He buried his face into her neck as his rhythmic thrusts were replaced with shallow rocks.  His head shook against her, wordlessly begging for this perfect moment not to come to an end.  Annais was too intoxicating.  She felt so good; her cunt squeezed around him so perfectly that it was impossible to hold back.  His hips stuttered, then stilled.  At this, her walls began to spasm around him, milking weeks of pent-up sexual frustration out of him.

As he wound down, he managed to lift his head.  He didn’t want to catch his breath; he only wanted her.  He cradled her face between his hands to bring his mouth upon hers once more.  All felt right in the world.  Everything was as it should be when he kissed her like this.  His lips curled into a smile against hers, knowing they wouldn’t have to rush to end this moment.  They could lay like this all night if they wanted, or they could go at it again in a few.  There was truly no place like home.