Did You Know I Won an Award?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is explicit. This is dirty. This is filthy and quite descriptive. If you’re under the age of 18, don’t read this! Don’t say you haven’t been warned!

 Sitting down on the couch in the downstairs living room, I switched the telly to ESPN. Craig was still at the taping, so he shouldn’t be home for another half hour, giving me enough time to check the score to the FC Dallas/Philly Union game before he got home and wanted us to watch several hours of Doctor Who together.
Getting really into the last ten minutes of the match, I didn’t even hear Craig come in the door. The ref made a bad call, and I jumped up and shouted an explicit at the telly as though he could hear me. Directly after doing so, a deep, throaty chuckle was let out next to my ear, making me jump.

“You know,” I turned around to look at him “I’ve always liked it when you wear those tight football jerseys…” He said, playing with the sewn hem of my jersey with a smirk on his face.
Laughing, I stood on my tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek. “How was the taping, babe?” I asked, taking notice that he was still in his suit and tie.
“Eh… It was a taping. Nothing new. Missed you an awful lot though, lass.” He said with a hint of mischief in his eyes.  Wrapping his arms around my waist, Craig pulled me to him. He hadn’t even bothered to take his stage makeup off, which proved that he was in a huge hurry to get home. 
“You got home pretty fast, babe. Everything okay?” I asked, slightly concerned. Drawing a breath, Craig leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Everythin’ is fine, lass.” His accent tends to get deeper when he whispers, and upon hearing this, shivers spiraled down my spine.
He placed a wet kiss right below my ear and pulled me down onto the couch with him. Looking into his icy blues, I saw a bit of a flame in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen before.
He took his left arm ad pulled me into his lap, leaning down to place his soft, full lips on mine. As our lips joined, he slowly traced the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I slightly parted my lips, and his quick tongue slipped in and explored my mouth. As our tongues wrestled for dominance, his large, rough hands lightly swept across every inch of my back, sending more shivers down my spine.

When we finally broke apart for air, he kissed my cheek then moved to my ear, tracing every curve with his tongue, and planting soft, wet kisses below my ear and down my neck, stopping to nibble on my collarbone. I could feel his hands slide down to the hem of my shirt, but he stopped before he even made the gesture of removing it.
Picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. Opening the door and walking in, he gently placed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, never breaking eye contact. Our lips connected again as Craig’s hands slid down to the hem of my jersey once more, this time peeling it off of me in one quick motion.

I, not content with him still being fully clothed forced his jacket off of him while he pulled his shirt free from his pants, allowing me to unbutton it and expose his bare chest.
Laying back down on top of me, I could feel a hardness grow against my leg as our tongues continued to dance together.  His slender fingers traced every curve of my neck, down to my shoulders. He let his fingers dance down my stomach and sides, making sure to touch every inch of skin that he could find before finally reaching down to unbuckle my belt. While he fumbled with my belt, I took his button up all the way off and gently dragged my nails down his back, making him gasp a bit. With a smirk, I leaned up and began to kiss his neck, right where his neck stopped and his shoulder began, making him shiver slightly.

Once he got my belt undone, he unbuttoned and began to curse at my tight jeans. “Dammit, Lass…” He murmured as he slid them down slowly. “Hey, you made the mistake of telling me that you like my tight jeans.” I growled into his neck. He let out that sexy chuckle again. “I like seeing your ass.”
Tossing my jeans aside, he stood up and walked out of our room without a word, leaving me mostly naked on our bed alone.

When he returned a few moments later, he was in only his boxers, with a pipe hanging between his full lips and his glasses on his nose. “Ya know, I won an award.” He said, playing with the pipe.
“I know, babe.” I said, not sure what he was getting at.
“You haven’ really congratulated me for it yet, Lass.”
Catching on to what he wanted, I got off the bed and walked over to him, running my hand down his chest, “Oh, I suppose I haven’t.” I said, looking into his eyes as my hand slid down his happy trail to the edge of his boxers. “Did you have anything in mind, Mr. Ferguson?” I asked, slipping my index fingers into either side of his now very snug boxers and in one smooth motion, pulling them down. His large erection, springing free. “Oh, I think you know what I want, Lass.” He said as my hand gently gripped his hard cock, making him sigh softly. Stroking him, I kissed down his chest slowly, making sure to tease him with my tongue and deft fingers. Kneeling down in front of him, he placed his hand on the back of my head and began to softly stroke my hair as I took him into my mouth. Sliding his long, hard dick into my mouth, I began to suck on it slowly, every so often glancing up to see this beautiful man, his eyes heavily lidded and his full lips, slightly parted. As I switched between fast, short sucks and long, slow sucks, quiet little moans escaped his lips, and he began to rub my shoulders.

“’Mere lass.” He whispered. Letting him slide out of my mouth, I kissed my way back up his chest as he quickly unhooked my bra, and tossed it to the side. Gently leading me back to the bed, he started kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe on his way down. Laying me back on the bed, he once again climbed on top of me and started to kiss down my neck, stopping to leave harder, sloppy kisses on my jaw line, and nibbling on my collarbone.
Using his big, rough hands, he took my left breast and began to gently caress it as he moved his lips down my chest and to my right nipple. He teased it to a point and sucked gently, while circling the other one with the pad of his thumb. Obviously hearing the small moan I let escape, he whispered “You like tha’, don’ you?”  I couldn’t even create a complete thought, he felt so good.
He let go of my breasts and began to kiss down my stomach, leaving soft, sweet kisses down it. Mimicking my motion from earlier, he had my red plaid panties off of me and on the floor in ten seconds flat.

His hands started to roam down my sides and he gripped my hips as he kissed down my lower stomach and thighs. Kissing my inner thighs and lightly ticking them with his tongue, I began to get impatient. I didn’t tease him this bad. I shifted underneath him, trying to force his attention to my nether region, which was most likely radiating visible waves. “You need somethin’ lass?” He whispered between my legs, I could hear the smirk on his beautiful face. “I think you know what I want, Mr. Ferguson.” I said lowly. Taking off his glasses, he laughed. “All you needed to do was ask, lass.” With no further words,  he climbed back between my legs and plunged his long tongue deep inside of me, making me sigh with pleasure. Caressing my thighs, Craig quickly lapped his tongue at my clit, bringing me close to a climax, but not close enough to send me over the edge, then once again, he just stopped. “Craig…” I whimpered. “What do you want, Lass?” he asked, drawing circles on my thigh with his finger. “Do you want this?” He asked, reaching his long arm up to massage my breasts again. “Or this?” He began to swirl his tongue around my clit, making my eyes fall shut. “Or,” he looked up for a split second. “This?” He went back to work on my clit while sliding several of his long, thin fingers inside of me. It was just what I needed to send me over the edge. Moaning softly, I let the sensation subside, and I gently took Craig’s face in my hands to pull him up to me.

Wiping off his mouth on his arm, he climbed on top of me once more. “Mm, Lass… I need to be inside of you….” He whispered into my ear as he quickly entered me. Gasping suddenly, I locked my arms around his neck as he started to thrust into me with just about all of his force. Holding on to him, he started to thrust even faster. “Do you like tha’, lass?” He asked. I couldn’t form a complete sentence, but I somehow managed a “God, yes!”
Pumping into me at what now appeared to be full force, Craig started to moan. “Fuck, you feel so good, lass…” He was already moments away from sending me into another full blown climax, and he knew it. Leaning down into my neck, he sucked on my collarbone, which was all it really took to throw me over the edge again. “Oh Craig….” I moaned softly into his ear. That was all it took for him.
“Fuck, Lass. Fuck, Mmm….” He moaned as he came hard.

After pausing a moment to catch our breath, he pulled out and rolled off of me, pulling me into his arms. Letting out a sigh, he kissed my forehead.

I snuggled up close to him as he reached over onto his nightstand and picked up another of the stupid pipes he had lying around our house and his office.
“You know, I won an award.” He said, placing the pipe in his mouth.
“Yes, honey, I know.” I said, laughing at him.
“You know somethin’ else?”  He asked looking down at me.
“What’s that?” I asked, placing my head on his chest and closing my eyes.
“I love you lass.” He kissed my forehead again.
“I love you too, Craig.”