It had been about a month since we'd had any time to spend together. You were out on concern trips, and I was swamped at work and pulling too many extra time shifts. Having the place to myself was nice, but I was wearing thin. I was missing your fellowship and being around you, but I was also missing your touch. This was the end of your last stumble for a few calendar month, and you had told me you were tired also. We were involved and in beloved, and our jobs had kept us from spending sentence with each former. It was brutal and wearying, but work was finally calming down, and you were coming home tonight.

You had an afternoon flight, and I was supposed to nibble you up at the drome around 6:30. Traffic was scratchy and your first trajectory was delayed, so you didn't make it into the airport until about 8. I waited at the multitude, and knew we both were tired, but I couldn't hold to see you again. It had been too long, and I was ready to take you back for myself, if only for a slight while. After waiting for an extra minute and a one-half, your flying finally landed. I waited just past security, early waiting to see your contour through the mess of masses coming home. I kept searching, and finally, I saw you. Your tomentum was tied in a bun, and you were wearing a greyish business suit. I could enjoin you were tired, but you still manged a smile when you spotted me. I can't William Tell you how good that felt. It warmed my individual like hot cocoa on a winter's day. You cleared security, and we finally got to experience each early's embrace. We kissed momentarily, and it felt nifty to have you in my arms. God how I missed you. We stopped by the luggage title to get your luggage, and while we were waiting, I caught a couple English coup d'oeil. The way you had your fuzz up in a bun was cute to me. to a greater extent than that, the black top you were wearing under your causa jacket was showing off your gorgeous cleavage. As if I hadn't missed you enough, my desire went to flat out needing. I needed to get that causa off you. I needed to feel your consistence against mine. I needed to get inside you again.

It was a dusty and rainy dark, and once we got back to the car, it took a patch just to clear the airport. We talked about how our weeks had been, and complained about our co-workers and the pains of turning a paycheck. It felt so unspoilt just to hear your voice again in person. Neither of us had dinner yet, so we decided to stop at the Italian blank space around the recess from our apartment for dinner party. I mean let's side it - neither one of us was cooking tonight. As we sat and talked over dinner, I got to really calculate at you again. Even through the enervation, I wanted you. I loved seeing your cleavage, and I definitely noticed your ass in those slacks when we were walking out from the car. It got my head mentation of all the dirty things I wanted to do with you. I was thrilled when you flirted back with me at dinner party, and I could see the way you were looking at me when I got up to go to the bathroom. It wasn't just a causal feeling. It's the looking at I'd seen legion multiplication before from you. The look that said you wanted the same thing that I did.

I paid the impediment and we headed place. As we parked and got your grip from the trunk, the rain started to blame up. It had been rainy the past few night. Tonight was supposed to be the pip of them. I didn't give a fuck. It was a Friday night. We both had the weekend off. You wouldn't be traveling again for at least a calendar month. And most importantly, you were home. I grabbed your bags and we hurried inside. After putting a load of laundry in the wash and you getting showered, we headed to bed. Both of us were tired, but not that tired... yet.

I was wearing my underwear to bed, a pair of Patrick Victor Martindale White packer breifs. You had on a satin, violet top, and aphrodisiac blackamoor scanty. It's not that you meant for them to be sexy. They just look that way on you. We turned off the twinkle, and I wrapped my arm around you. I pushed into me a little, then moved my workforce to cup your breasts. The spirit of your body wash on you after your shower was intoxicating. Here we were in the iniquity. I finally had you back in my arms. Alone in the dark, on a cold rainy nighttime. Your chest felt soft and wax in my helping hand, the way they always have. I could feel your teat through your top. I couldn't help myself anymore. I needed you. I gently reached up and brush your hair from the side and back of your neck so that your neck was exposed. I pulled you a petty tighter and started to gently kiss you. First your ears. Then your neck. Then I started working on the back of your cervix. It was dirty of me, because I know that's your sensitive smudge. As I kissed, I felt you rear your head up, obvoulsy enjoying it. After a moment of kissing you, I gently felt your hand reach back towards my boxers. Your helping hand slid against my belly, down past the pliant waistcloth, and your hand wrapped around my stopcock. I felt your ass closet against me as you started to roll on your back in my direction. I kept kissing your smooth, silky cervix as you got onto your rachis, still stroking me. Your clutch tightened around my shaft, and I could already feel myself growing intemperate in your paw. You kept rolling over until we were face to face. Now we were making out. back talk locked together, spit twisting softly around one another, indulgent and wet. The rainwater poured outside as you reached your other hand into my shortstop, cupping my full orb in your early mitt.

We continued to make out as my SOB came to life story in your men. I climbed on top of you as you slid my shorts down around my ass. As we kissed, I slowly slid my hands around your shoulders, feeling your breaking ball and caressing your shoulder leaf blade, then snuck my fingers around the straps of your top. I had to get at your breasts. I loved them. I love the shape of your breasts. They're big without being oversized. Your nipples are the sodding subtlety, and I love every chance I get to take up on them. As your breast emerged from your silken top, I moved from kissing your back talk to wrapping my mouth on your teat. I paused for a instant to figure out up some saliva. Then I put the tip of my tongue to work, softly swirling around your right field nipple. I kept licking and sucking, feeling your nipple arise difficult under my tongue. Without being coached, I knew it was time to work on your left one. Slowly, deliberately, I took your go out boob into my backtalk, tasting you and feeling you under my skilled tongue. Rolling in figure 8, I reveled in being so close to you once again. As I sucked on you, I caressed your belly, feeling your breathing excellerate. I could palpate your rachis arch, which told me I was doing my job right. I wanted to please you. You are my woman, and I want to reach you find good. Thomas More than that, I had missed your feeling. I wanted to make you cum. Hard.

I worked my mouth down to your belly, kissing and licking along the way. My left hand held your ass, also full in my deal. I loved your ass, and always looked forward to the nights you wanted anal. Very quietely, I was hoping this was one of those Nox. As I gripped your ass, I moved my redress hand down between your legs, feeling you through your sexy Shirley Temple panties. They were weaken. I could feel your wetness, and was almost set up to lay to rest myself inside you. By now my cock was throbbing for your pussy. I was dying to stuff myself mysterious inside you, having your vagina embrace all the venous blood vessel in my thickheaded cock. I could find a picayune pre-cum drip onto my tip. But before I slid into you, I had to taste you. I wanted your preference on my lips. I lowered myself down between your legs and pulled your pantie to the side. I was thrilled to see that even on your business trips, you kept yourself shaved. It brought a smiling to my perverted brim, but you didn't want a smile. You wanted your pussy licked. You grabbed the back of my hair, forced my head into your lap, and whispered through the dark, " Suck my button, baby. " Quickly and obediently, I buried my fount between your wet thigh, tasting every death sound drop of your sex. I loved burying my facial expression between your leg. I knew exactly how you liked your pussy eaten, and I was always willing to do it. I sucked slowly but firmly on your clit, while I slid my exponent and middle fingers into your muliebrity, gently stroking your G-spot. You started to buck your hips, and again, I heard those sexy moans emerge from your back talk. piece of ass I missed turing you on. I missed your cutis under mine. I missed your touch. And now we both were prepare.

I took your step-in off, and here we were again, bare and horny in the dark. There was one death affair I needed before we actually fucked. And you knew it also. You grabbed my light beam and sat up a little, guiding me into your lip. Your lip were wet and your mouth was like an oasis in the desert. You took my all in, engulfing me all the way down to my egotistic balls. I was worried I would cum decent then and there, spilling my jizz down your pharynx. Now it was time. I rolled you over and put you on your knees so that your ass was facing me. I grabbed your hips and first teased you with my fat tip. You cursed, I chuckled, and then I slid my marrow deep inside you. This was the paradise I was missing. It was you, and no one else could ever fill that nullity. I grabbed your articulatio coxae and jabbing myself in and out of you, enjoying every last shot. The moon cast faint shadows through the subterfuge, and I could see parts of your ass as I rode you. " You want anal, baby ? ". I kept my fingers crossed in bated breath. " Yeah, baby. I want you to come in my ass. " The answer I was waiting for. It took about half a second for me to get out my wet dick out and bury my face in your ass. I tongued your asshole, burying my face between your nerve. As you planted your case in the pillow and disperse your ass with your deal in eager prediction, I reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and grabbed some lube. I coated both of us up, and slide inside your soused ass. I wrapped my arms around you and rolled us both on to our side of meat. As I stayed buried inside you, I fingered your kitty-cat and rub your clit, enjoying every last secondment. We weren't just two the great unwashed anymore. We were full on fan in heat. You bucked against my turncock as my finger's breadth explored the front of your trunk, kissing your cervix and moaning in your ears. I was getting gear up to cum. I wanted you to feel my hot load fit inside you. I also didn't want to bequeath you hanging. Afterall, part of the fun is coming with your lover. I had to slow up my stride and mold my fingers a little to a greater extent to get us to come together. I knew it didn't come about often, but tonight was our night.


" Are you set, baby ? ", I moaned and panted. " Yeah. cum for me, baby. " Working your button and giving my last few thrust, I let my big, fat lode salvo inside your ass, letting you feel every last creamy drib. And just as planned, you came just a minute after. Quivering in my arms, I could swear I felt your small fry a little bit. I pulled out, feeling satisfied and totally again. I put my manus to my mouth, tasting your cum on my fingers. We were both tired, but we were together again at last, and you fell asleep in my arms. I fell asleep with an evil grinning on my case, knowing that we would be doing a good deal more of the Sami tomorrow, while the rainwater poured down and it froze outside. I would be one with the woman I loved.