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Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.

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He would have been right. Just feeling his hands on her had her close enough to grab him and have her way. Laying there and letting him touch was agony as it was. Exquisite, yes, but agony all the same.

"I missed you, too." She felt tears spring to her eyes, but she was determined to keep them under control.

"What do you want me to do, Annie?"

He hoped she remembered he'd do anything she asked. That hadn't changed over the past month.

"Everything."

It was a breathless request from a woman who wasn't feeling very domineering at the moment. Not to mention, she usually saved those kinds of requests for when she actually thought he meant it - she didn't know he meant all the time.

"Yes, Ma'am." It was an acknowledgment of her request more than anything else and he said it without the edge that it would have when they were playing.

Clay backed away from Annie for a few minutes to get undressed down to his boxers. He'd had enough of being over dressed.

Annie rolled to her side to watch, taking the extra time to get herself and her reactions under control. A month without his touching her for any reason at all and she was ready to come undone the moment his hands were on her.

She felt ridiculously silly. It didn't stop her from becoming demanding when he took too long.

"Now, Clay."

"Do you have a more specific request?" The look in his eyes said he wanted nothing more than to make her happy.

He didn't take his eyes off of hers as he joined her on the bed.

"Really?"

The weight of him on the bed next to her made her roll toward him and she kissed him deeply when he was close enough. Lifting her lips to his ear, she felt her cheeks heat when she whispered, "I want you to touch me everywhere. Use your mouth on me-" She caught his earlobe in her mouth, biting softly. "Kiss me a lot."

Clay nodded and draped his arm across her hips and kissed her deeply before paying attention to her neck, collar bone and shoulders. He took his time trying both to not get too excited or drive Annie too crazy.

"I love that."

As if he needed her to tell him. It was impossible to keep from driving her too crazy, but she did an amazing job of keeping herself under control; the only sign that she was incredibly aroused by what he was doing were the breathy pants she switched to when regular breathing became too difficult.

"I'm so glad."

Clay left her nightgown on, as he kissed the skin on the insides of her thigh starting at her knee and working his way up higher slowly.

"Oh, my G-"

She couldn't finish. He literally took her breath away and her fingers and toes curled in the bedspread as he worked his way up.

When he finally reached the top of her leg he looked up at her before threading his fingers in hers, "Relax, Annie."

He kissed her other thigh a few times before squeezing her hand lightly and slowly circling her clit with his tongue.

His command embarrasses her, but she doesn't have a chance to feel the emotion too deeply before he'd put his mouth against her thigh again. She didn't get to enjoy that sensation for too much longer before his tongue had moved again.

She gave a sharp exhale, his name somewhere in there, her hand tightening in his. Her other hand reached down to thread into his hair as she pressed her hips into the mattress simply to avoid pushing up against his mouth.

Webb found a rhythm with his tongue that he hoped would make waiting a month worth it. Every so often he made sure to give her some indication he was enjoying what he was doing as much as she was.

It doesn't take long before he has her on the edge. A month was too long for him to be away, and though this was a wonderful welcome home gift, Annie would still much rather have had him home... she thought.

She only thought it for a moment though before she came apart, her thighs tensing, his name falling from her lips.

When she was finished he kept a hold of her hand, and pulled her arm around his waist.

"Love you."

"Mmmhmm," she said, still a little breathless, tilting her head so she could look at him. "Love you, too. God, I love you."

That got her a chuckle, "Good end for a long day?"

"That was a superb end to a long day," came the half-coherent response from his extremely appreciative girlfriend. "I should have more long days."

"If they all end like this, it won't be so bad."

"You're not wrong," she murmured, reaching over with her free hand to run it through his hair. "But that can't be enough for you."

"You looked exhausted when you came home."

Which meant, it really wasn't but he didn't want her to feel like she had to do anything for him.

"As much as I love what you just did, I want to feel you inside of me, Clay. Hard and deep and just-" She swallowed. "Make love to me."

He'd never been one to deny Annie anything, especially in the bedroom. Clay decided to once again, follow her instructions.

At some point he had the thought, for a fleeting moment, that he missed this just as much as cuddling with her.

Annie hadn't really ever been celibate, but making love to Clay was different than being with someone else... it always had been. With him being away, she could appreciate the way he felt inside her, the way he held her, the way she could kiss him while they moved.

"I love you," she whispered, running her hands down his back.

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