Larry watches her features as he continues his tantalizing movements. After several more strokes and practicing an immeasurable amount of self control, his hand leaves her and he lifts her slightly to remove her undergarments from her entirely. Leaning back, he pulls her with him, his fingers brushing through her hair and pushing it out of the way. He presses their lips together as he moves his hands down the length of her body until they’re resting on her hips.
After a moment of enjoying their soft kiss, Larry positions himself at her entrance and lifts his hips eagerly. Pressing her down onto him, he is finally sheathed within her and his body shudders with pleasure. Although it has barely been a week since she has allowed him back into the house, he knows that taking more intimate steps with him has been difficult for her, and the fault is no one else’s but his own. But at least he can take comfort in the fact that they are both, hopefully, on their way to a healthier marriage.
Despite all the turmoil throughout their entire relationship, it was nice to know that at the end of all of it, they could somehow find their way back to each other. They hadn’t been kind to one each other, hell at times, she was certain that they barely knew how to tolerate each other. After all of the hurt and the pain they’d caused to each other, neither of them were blameless. As Larry tugs her back with him, the blonde shifts to settle with her legs at either side of his hips, straddling him as he pushes himself into her previously teased depths.
Instantly, Ally issues a low moan against Larry’s lips, while shifting her hips slowly against him. The blondes hands drop down to rest along her husbands chest as she feels the lids of her eyes growing heavy as the pleasure ripples through her. Without putting much actual thought into it, Ally gives way to the the effortless movement of her hips. While sure, there was so much more to them than the sexual connection of which they were sharing at the moment, it was definitely nice and it never got old.
Feeling the urgency in both of them, he lifts his hips and tugs his pants down with his boxers. The relief it brings him forces a satisfied groan from him and he grips her waist tighter to add pressure to his growing arousal. He tugs her nipple with his teeth before switching to her opposite breast and laying it the same attention as the other while kicking off what’s left of his clothing. Larry keeps one hand on her while the other reaches down to tease her through the thin layer separating them from each other.
He drags a finger slowly back and forth across the material before he pulls it aside to expose her to him. Running the same finger along her slick folds, Larry switches back to her other breast while sliding the digit into her waiting warmth. Although he excels at multitasking, Larry releases her breast and gives her a torrid look. “Mm…” his eyes are heavy and he knows that even if they had all the time in the world, neither of them would last very long with the way things are currently progressing.
Ally issues a groan at the teasing ministrations Larry was slathering her with, the blondes eyes falling closed as she bites down onto her lower lips. One of the many things that she loved about their relationship, was their connection in and out of the bedroom. Perhaps given that they’d been together for a such a long time, that didn’t seem to be too much of a shock. When Larry guides the sheer fabric of her underwear off to the side, the exposure sends chills traveling down her spine, as she tenses under his touch.
“Mm,” she groans softly as he pulls back and the blondes icy hues flick up to her husbands, a glassy fog settling within her eyes as she breathes heavily. Just a month ago, if someone would have told her that they’d be back here, she probably would have said they were lying. At the rate they were going, the blonde was certain that they would be divorced, and at the time; she didn’t exactly have many reservations on that matter.
His muscles clench as her fingers move slowly across the planes of his chest. Shrugging out of his shirt, he drops it onto the floor behind him and gives her a sultry kiss, his teeth scraping her lower lip. He pulls away and rolls them over easily so that she lies on top of him– his favorite view. Larry lifts her shirt up and over her head, half sitting up. Dropping it onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing, he makes a show of removing her bra.
Half covering her chest still, he pulls it off, each bit of exposed skin followed by a lurid kiss. Once he has finally pulled the material away from her, he sits up fully, taking her breast between his lips and holding onto her hips while she presses into his growing stiffness. Silently, he massages her backside, his fingers slipping past the hem of her panties but not making any further progress.
The blonde feels goosebumps raise along her forearms, and bites lowly at her lip as he begins stripping away her bra. With each kiss, she sucks in a sharp breath, eyes rolling closed as she brings her hands up to card haphazardly though his hair. “Mm, baby…” Ally groans, the warmth of his mouth causing her to shiver as she grinds tauntingly down against his middle, her head tipping back slightly.
One hand drops to his shoulder, the blunt tips of her nails biting at muscle as she feels the all familiar heat building between her thighs and settle in the pit of her stomach. Every few seconds, she continues to grind against him, to make sure and maximize the amount of friction ripping through them at any given time. She knew, while sure, he tried to control his urges and take his time that they were on a time limit with the kids having already gotten out of school and such.
Larry concentrates on the surface of her neck once she begins undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she undoes each one, the cool air slowly runs over his warm chest, causing every muscle in his body to tense with discomfort. Moving his hand from her thigh up to her hip and past her shirt, he slowly drags it along her side once more. Larry reaches the base of her bra and slips the digits under the left strap.
Moving it down slowly, he traces her skin as smoothly and lightly as he is capable. His hand now resting under her back, he fingers the hook at the center of her spine and promptly unclasps it with skillful tenor. Larry maneuvers his fingers along the edge of her bra again, slipping the left strap down her shoulder. He can feel the anticipation building, despite her still being covered with her Harvard t-shirt.
After what had seemed like an eternity, Ally’s deft fingers reach the last button of Larry’s shirt, and she effortlessly slides her hands up along his chest slowly. A soft groan comes from her as he moves the strap of her bra down her shoulder, and the blonde shifts to begin kissing a wet trail down along the column of her husbands neck. The tip of her tongue flicks out against warm skin, the taste of him tingling at her senses as she guides his shirt over, and off his shoulders.
She pauses slightly, a shiver rippling down her spine, as she emits a heavy breath against his neck. “Mm,” Ally hums softly, the blunt tips of her nails raking ever so slightly along Larry’s back. She could feel a bit of excitement building within her, with each kiss he pressed to her neck, a jolt of anticipation built up in the pit of her stomach and every now and again the blonde would rock her hips forward to cause a decent bit of friction to flare up between them.
As she loosens his tie, he pushes her pants down slowly, chuckling softly against her. “We could text Renee and tell her to keep the kids for a bit while we go pick up food. And just have it delivered.” Larry accepts her tongue greedily and slides his own against her. “Or we could just make it fast. But that’s no fun.” He mutters, his tongue tracing her lips gently.
He sits up slightly and pulls her pants completely off, tossing them behind him and propping himself over her as he runs his hand along her now bare thighs. “If they ruin this I’m going to pout all night.” He says with a soft laugh. Larry trails soft, delicate kisses from her lips and down her neck pressing himself against her firmly and letting his fingers skim her thigh teasingly.
“Mm, both reasonable options, though I’m really not a fan of that second option – it’s always much better when we can take our time.” She comments with a soft chuckle against his lips, before sucking his lower lip through her teeth, a soft groan coming from her as she shifts about on the bed to grant him more leverage at taking her pants completely off. Instantly, her body tenses against the warmth of his hand roaming along her thighs, a faint red tint resting along either of her cheekbones.
His comment about pouting was particularly comical to her, mostly because she knew he wasn’t joking. Hell, she’d probably pout too. “Then here’s to hoping they don’t walk through the front door for a while.” The blonde states, while craning her neck off to the side and reveling in the sultry feel of his lips against soft skin. Ally’s hands take that time to bring her hands back up to the string of buttons along her husbands shirt, and begins undoing one after another.
Larry snickers at her comment and shakes his head. “I mean, go for it. I haven’t represented a murderer before, but there’s always a first time for everything.” As their lips meld together, his hand wanders down to the waistline of her pants, tracing the hem slowly and tauntingly. “I think we both know what I want to do.” He mutters against her lips, only briefly breaking away and quickly moving them back together.
The past three days of somewhat solitude from one another have been slightly off putting for him, and if he can do anything to repair it, he will. Although he doesn’t think she’s angry with him or that she ever really was, he still feels somewhat responsible for their separation. As his tongue traces her lips greasing, his hand dips past the hem of her pants at her hip, tugging gently at the fabric.
“Well then, I fully expect you to represent me if it ever comes to it.” Ally states, a low chuckle leaking out against Larry’s lips while leaning forward slightly to press her lips eagerly against her husbands. “Mm, I’m starting to…” She murmurs, a slight curl to her lips in between the broken kiss, a groan coming from the back of her throat at his taunting. It didn’t take much to get the message of his desires across to her.
Ally allows her lips to part, her own tongue snaking out to tease Larry’s, a soft grunt coming from the back of her throat when she feels him tugging on her sweats. “If we going now and Renee and the kids walk in the front door, that’s really going to suck.” She murmurs softly, while beginning to loosen his tie and pulling it from underneath the collar of his shirt. It wouldn’t be the first time that such things had happened, so it wouldn’t be a far reach to think that it was a possibility to happen again.
“You’re laying on the bed. It’s clearly a sign that you want to be naked with me.” He mumbles into her neck and slips a hand sneakily under her shirt. His fingers skim her side as he moves it upward, reaching the bottom hem of her bra and tracing it delicately. “Mm, yeah traffic was a nightmare. I love how people forget where their gas pedal is when it starts to rain. Tomorrow is going to be even worse and it might snow.”
Larry traces shapes into her side and leans into her gentle touch. “We have at least a few minutes of silence before they get home. What should we do with our surplus of time?” He pumps his eyebrows suggestively and leans down for another sultry kiss. Stilling his hand at her side, he moves it back down, up again, and repeats the soothing motion as he works their lips together.
“Or that’s a sign that the bed is comfortable.” She teases, while continuing to tilt her head to grant him as much access to her neck as he wanted. Absently, Ally wedges her lower lip between her teeth, the warmth of his hand causing her to tense up instantly. “Mm, that’s the damn truth. It’s ridiculous, you’d think it never rained around here. If it snows, I might actually have to run over people.” Ally jokes simply enough, though she wouldn’t deny that it was irritating to say the least. She completely understood why so many people elected to walk, rather than drive. If the firm wasn’t a good ten to fifteen miles away, she’d probably walk too.
When he pulls back, Ally turns her icy hues upwards towards him, and laughs softly at his suggestive jargon. “Mm, dunno – what do you wanna do with our free time?” She inquires, her lips instantly pursing against his and begins to move them fluidly against her husbands. Given his current tone, she was positive that they both knew exactly what he had on his mind. Absently, Ally curls her fingers into his short locks of hair, her fingertips lightly scraping along his scalp in the process.
He hears her calling to him from upstairs and quickly jogs toward the sound of her voice, taking two steps at a time. He shuffles into the room as he loosens his tie and grins when he sees her lying on the bed. “Waiting for me to undress you?” He asks saucily, crawling onto the bed to hover over her. Larry places a soft kiss on her lips as his tie dangles under him. “Kids still with Renee?” He asks, knowing that the house would be a much less quiet place if they were in it.
He slowly lowers himself so he’s pressed against her body, resting on his forearms. Larry slowly snakes his arms around her and trails shirt, wet kisses from her lips, across her jaw, and down her neck until he’s dangerously close to pulling down the neckline of her shirt. He enjoys the close warmth of her body. It’s a nice contrast from the biting wind and pounding rain outside. “Have a nice drive home?”
Upon feeling the bed move from the weight of his body also climbing onto it, Ally shifts and rolls onto her back, a soft chuckle escaping her at the tone in which his question was asked. “How’d you know?” she inquiries, while canting her head off to the side, as if to allow him more access to the side of her neck and further. “Mm, I assume so – if the traffic was any indication, they’re probably stuck in it right about now.” The blonde brings both hands to roam along the width of Larry’s chest and the back up to his shoulders, her fingertips dancing along the side of his neck.
“My drive was slow but manageable. People’s inability to drive always seems to leave me speechless, if I’m being honest.” She comments, while reveling in the warmth of his body atop of hers, a soft hum coming from the back of her throat as she lets her eyes close. The feel of his lips traveling along her neck sends chills throughout her slender frame as she bites her lower lip. “And yours?”
Larry sits in traffic for longer than he had expected and after forty-five minutes, he finally pulls into the garage, sheltered from the icy rain. He’d be surprised if it didn’t turn into snow overnight. Once inside, he grabs his things from his passenger seat and climbs out of the car, heading indoors as fast as possible. Seeing Ally’s car parked nearly next to his, he unlocks the door and is welcomed by the warmth of their home.
“Ally?” He calls to her, taking his things to his office and setting them onto his desk. He drapes his suit jacket over the back of the chair and rolls his sleeves up. He finishes rolling them to his elbows and leaves the office in search of his wife. She’d obviously made it home safe, and that’s all he could really ask for.
She’d already set her things down in her office and was currently upstairs, changing out of her work clothes, in favor some something a tad more comfortable instead. The blonde hums to herself as pulls one of her many Harvard alumni shirts over her head. His voice travels up to the second floor, though it was slightly muffled, and she walks to the entrance to poke her head out the door. “Up here!” Ally calls down to him, before turning to walk further into the bedroom.
Absently she falls back onto the bed, reveling in the cushiness of the comforter underneath the weight of her body. The sound of the rain hitting their windows is soothing, not at all over the top in any way, shape, or form. Given the quiet nature of the house, she’d assume that Renee had either gone to pick up the boys, or was currently in traffic just like she’d been only ten minutes previous
Larry catches her kiss with a smile and watches her run off. Once she disappears into her own car, he heads toward his and slides in quickly, the temperature around him dropping a few degrees. Once inside the safety of his car, he sets his briefcase into the passenger seat and and slides the key into the ignition. He loves the cold weather, but sometimes it gets to be too much.
With achingly cold fingers, he turns on his car and switches the heater on to full blast. Just as he pulls out of his space and begins heading toward home, rain begins pounding against his car and he peers out the window cautiously. Glad that they’d left when they did, he begins his drive home, pleased with the way the day had turned out.
No sooner than she’d pulled out of her parking space and had made it onto the main road, the rain beings dumping almost violently upon her vehicle. She didn’t mind the rain, though it always seemed that the already hectic traffic seem to crawl to an almost unbearable standstill when rain moved into the area. In New York, cars usually weren’t the norm for travel, most of the inhabitants walked everywhere – it wasn’t that much different in Boston, though given the miles between their firm and their home and the horrid weather, that wasn’t even remotely an option.
After a good forty five minutes of traffic, Ally pulls into the driveway of their home, and guides her vehicle into the garage to which she was grateful to have. Seeing as it’d keep her from figuratively freezing to death from the icy sheets of water cascading from the sky. She climbs out of her vehicle and makes her way inside swiftly, the warmth of their home welcoming her instantly, and she sets her keys down onto the table near the door.
