Heat
SS by Deb

*Mature Content*

The heat hit him full force when he stepped out of the air-conditioned recording studio.  Justin thought it would have cooled off a little at this late hour, but it seemed to be even more intense then it was when he had arrived early this morning.  He was tired, but all he could think about was getting home to her.  He missed her.  He hated being away from her for long.  

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he climbed onto the back of the Harley and turned the key; the roar of the engine drowning out the sound of the cicadas that filled the sweltering Los Angeles night air.  He drove fast, hoping the breeze would help cool him off, but there was nothing refreshing about it and it just made him hotter.  The heat from the bike's engine between his thighs just made him sweat harder, and he could feel the drops of sweat dripping down his legs.  By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was drenched in sweat.  It ran down his back, his shirt sticking to him like glue.  Frustrated, he pulled the gray cotton T-shirt over his head and crumpled it into a damp ball. 

He opened the front door and stepped into the foyer, standing still and letting the cool air wash over him.  He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling something wonderful coming from the direction of the kitchen, making his stomach growl with hunger.  The soothing sounds of Craig David came from the stereo, and a peaceful feeling that he only got from being at home washed over him.  Throwing the wet T-shirt and his keys on the foyer table, he followed the fragrant aroma. 

He pushed open the shuttered kitchen doors and felt the hot night air envelope him again.  The French doors to the outside deck were flung wide open, and she stood in the doorway, the warm breeze blowing the filmy white nightgown around her legs.  Her long hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the back of her head in an attempt to get it off her neck, which glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Something was cooking on the stove, and just beyond her he could see a table set with lighted candles and a bottle of wine.  God, he loved coming home to her!  She always knew what he needed and he loved her for it.

A small smile pushed at the corners of her mouth and Justin saw the sexual hunger in her eyes as she took in every inch of him.  The truth was, he took her breath away.  He stood there, framed in the doorway, wearing nothing but an old pair of jeans and his cowboy boots.  Sweat covered his chest and abs, and she watched one drop of it as it trailed down his hard stomach and disappeared into the top of his jeans.  She licked her bottom lip and she saw the automatic reaction it got from Justin.

Finally, he approached her.  Reaching out with his hand, he gently ran his thumb across her bottom lip.  "Hi baby…I'm home," he said huskily.  He lowered his lips to hers and felt her arms slide up his back.  He pressed her hard into the door, hungrily sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.  It only made him want to taste every part of her.  Bending a little lower, he clutched the hem of her nightgown and slid the silky material up her thighs, exposing the white lace thong she had on underneath. 

She moaned as she felt his hot fingertips caress her stomach ever so softly, then sliding down past the waistband of her thong.  Her eyes closed and she moaned his name from deep within her throat.  "Oh God, J, I love you," she said softly in his ear. 

"I love you too," he whispered back. 

Justin slid his fingers further down, rubbing her clit and making her moan louder.  Her hands came around his body, caressing, and never breaking their contact with his sweaty, heated skin.  She unbuttoned his jeans and quickly pulled down the zipper, tugging at the material until the jeans and his underwear slid down, exposing his throbbing erection.  He was panting in her ear, his breath coming faster, and it excited her even more.  She encircled it with her fingers and slid them up and down, feeling the hot blood pulsing beneath them. 

He groaned from deep within his throat, and clutching at her buttocks he pulled her up, throwing her hard against the door and wrapping her sweating thighs around his waist.  He entered her, hard, and bending his knees he began to pump himself into her, faster and more frantically as he approached orgasm.  Grunting, he heard her gasp in his ear.  They came together, their bodies quivering, gasping for every breath. 

She held on tightly to his broad shoulders, her one hand caressing the back of his head.  What seemed like hours passed, and their breathing slowed.  He lowered her to the floor, sliding out of her and hearing an almost disappointed sigh escape her lips.  They looked each other in the eyes and smiled. 

"I love you Britney," he said to her, reaching out and caressing her face with both his hands.  He bent and kissed her softly, tenderly.