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Welcome Home


As she turned her key in the front door, she sighed. It had been a long tour and she was so tired! The front door swung open and she slid out of her pumps in the small entryway, tossing her bags and jacket carelessly onto the floor.

She stepped around the corner into the living room, surprised to see the burning candles scattered throughout the room.

A small smile lit her face as she continued on to the dining area; the table that had been covered with paperwork the morning she had left was cleaned and set for two, again with scented candles flickering.

She peeked into the kitchen and there he stood, wearing torn faded jeans and a cream-colored sweater, at the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. “Mmmm, this is a surprise. What is it all about?”

He turned to her and wrapped his strong arms around her frame, enfolding her into a warm embrace. His voice tickled against her ear as he whispered, “All of this is because I missed you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you knew that.”

His lips moved over hers and kissed her, slow and deep, with a passion that emphasized his words, echoing within her cavity how much he had missed her; missed them.

Her body instantly responded and she pressed herself closer. His subdued groan vibrated against her softness and warmth while his cock hardened almost immediately.

They had both been apart too long. At times he thought of her as a mystical ghost, here brief moments before gone again.

Stroking her back in firm long caresses, gently kneading her shoulders down to the small of her back only to return up the same path of sensuality he was creating with his eager touches.

She let her hands smooth over the sleek muscles of his back, savoring the potency that exuded between them. She had missed this so much! It felt like forever had passed since they had actually spent any time together. Her eyes closed and she returned his impatient kisses with ones of her own.

All too soon he gently pulled away, brushing a wayward strand of hair from her face. “I made chicken and salad. Let’s enjoy the meal so we can then enjoy each other.”

She didn’t care about the food he was offering. Her appetite was for his naked flesh upon hers; to feel his hard cock once more rubbing against her thigh, her pelvis, strong evidence of how much he had missed her.

Yet he went to so much trouble. She smiled, placing her desires on hold. Closing her eyes she sent up a mental wish for the food to be consumed quickly so she could feed her true hunger.

They sat down together and ate their dinner talking about all of the things that they had fallen behind on with each other. Each phrase, each syllable was marked with tiny touches, knowing glances, waiting for the true quest to start.

Her lust pounded in her ears all but drowning out everything except the ache to be touched. She watched his intense eyes as he spoke, remembering, wanting them to turn as dark now as they did when he first slid his hard cock deep into her swollen wet pussy walls.

His voice created shivers slowly crawling down her back, each vocal finger a delicate brush of erotic torture. Gooseflesh beaded on her ivory skin.

“Sweets, are you cold?” As soon as the words left his mouth he understood, taking an arm around her body, he pulled her into his lap.

Through the satin of her dress she could feel the heat of his arousal; the matching hunger that was burning, hidden under the table from her gaze.

He dropped his head to the back of her neck and began nibbling it gently, his hand ran down her side, over her hip and thigh and then back up over her tummy and came to rest on her breasts.

He was now kissing the side of her neck as he let his hand roam over her breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing them, gliding his palm over her erect nipples through the covering of her garments. He was pinching them gently at first, then harder with each brush of his hand.

She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her pussy flood with warmth and moistness at his touch. She squirmed slightly as her naked cunt craved the hardness beneath her.

He urgently turned her, spreading her legs wide on either side of him. The deep moan that escaped his mouth was stopped as her lips found his.

He cupped her pussy in his hand before piercing her searing heat with his fingers. Her hips bucked up to meet this new pleasure and he smiled down at her. “Do you want me to show you how much I missed you?” he whispered into her ear, moving his fingers and jean-clad cock into her aching wet pussy walls.

She was incapable of speech; to utter a word of intelligent response was eaten with raw waves of need. Instead, she pulled his lips into hers, kissing him with the fierce desire that burned within her.

He pulled her off, needing more room to explore her body, more room to touch and be touched as they both craved.

Quick urgent movements, desperate steps led them to the floor between the kitchen and bedroom before they gave in to their need. He moved down her body, trailing his mouth along her inflamed form.

Her dress was no longer a delicate decoration but an obstacle that needed to be removed. Now.

The quick rips of the material echoed in the air, only to be swallowed up with more sounds of deep breathing and moans; codes of words only deciphered by the lovers.

He took one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing them through the silkiness of her bra. As he moved down her tummy, he jerked the remaining parts of her dress in half, exposing her smooth pussy to his hungry gaze.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He had missed her so, and now all that he wanted to do was to bring her pleasure. Pleasure for both of them, until the walls echoed with the screams, until the voices blended and they no longer know which one belonged to the other, nor cared.

“Your scent drives me mad, the way you see things, the way you think, the way you move, turns me on more every day.” His words were rough whispers against her center before he dropped his face to her wet cunt.

He breathed her in, letting his tongue trace a path from her hard clit down between her engorged lips to her hot and wet hole. He licked and sucked at her flesh, savoring the taste, feel, and smell of juices.

His tongue swirled gently around her clit, causing her to buck her hips against his face. Only then did he work his way back down to her opening.

He thrust his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go and began caressing the innermost regions of her core. Her hands clutched his head in desperation. Pleasure was swirling and she knew that she would coat his face with her juice. A few more skillful strokes of his tongue and she exploded into a climax that shook through her entire body. He greedily licked and sucked every drop of her cum.

She pulled him back up to her face and met his kisses with her own. She licked at his lips, slick and sweet with her own juice.

She loved tasting herself on him and sighed with pleasure. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her still throbbing pussy and spread her legs slightly to urge him into her.

Their eyes met as with one powerful stroke he filled her body with his own. In his eyes she saw what he professed, mixed with want and need. In her eyes he saw the passion that was her promise to consume their bodies.

His thrusts were deep, slow strokes at first, relishing the wet hotness that he had given her with his mouth.

Her pussy generously clenched his cock. With every stroke she felt their blended pleasure winding up tighter. Wrapping her arms around him she encouraged him as he began to increase his rhythm, pounding her to him harder with each thrust.

He clutched her body to him with a hand protectively under her head as he hammered harder, in and out of her. Their breathing had become quick and shallow until they were no longer breathing air but the essence of the other.

With one last thrust she felt his hot load fill her well as his cock pulsated with each burst. She smiled and he held her tighter.

“Welcome home, baby.”