A Lustfull Homecoming

She pulls up outside the house, deliberately revving the engine so he knows she’s arrived. Taking a deep breath she checks her face in the mirror – deep blue eyes with long curly lashes, a sharp streak of blusher to accentuate her cheekbones, and a slash of the deep red lipstick that he loves so much.
Hearing the rumble of an engine, he draws back the curtain and feels his cock harden in anticipation. It has only been a week since he last saw her, but it feels like a lifetime. He vows never to let her go away without him again, whatever work commitments he has, he will cancel. Some things are too important. He takes in the long legs in sexy black stockings, and he imagines his tongue tracing the line of black seam from her ankle right up to her thigh. She’s wearing the highest stilettos and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen. As she gets out the car he catches a glimpse of her thighs, her legs part and he can see that she isn’t wearing any knickers.

As he waits at the door for her she feels a shiver of lust run through her body and thinks all over again how sexy he is. Fresh from the shower, his hair still damp and naked from the waist upwards, she can’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans, and she smiles, knowing that he wants her as much as she wants him.

And his actions prove it; before she can say hello he is all over her, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands roaming down her back and over the curves of her bottom. Tugging at the buttons of her jacket, he rips it off and feels her breasts through the lacy black bra that’s holding her breasts up towards him, the nipples already extended and hard. His need for her is overwhelming and almost out of control. Caught up in his lust, and feeling her own desire take over, she pulls away and heads for the stairs, wanting him to take her straight to bed. He follows willingly, but the view from the back is as good as the front. She has the sexiest arse he’s ever seen, and the outline of her suspender belt showing through the tight fabric of her skirt is too much. They don’t even get halfway up the stairs before he’s unclasping her bra with one hand while the other grabs her round the waist and forces her to stop. He finds her nipples, gently squeezing and tugging at them in the way that she loves. She gives a sigh of pleasure, and instinctively leans back into him, her hand reaching round to unzip his trousers. His cock is so hard she struggles for a second or two to release it, and catches her breath as she feels how huge and hard he is. Her longing to turn around and place his member in her mouth is irresistible, but he is having none of it; he wants to pleasure her until she is begging for mercy. His hand finds her pussy, wet and soft, and he gently strokes her bush, teasing his fingers over the top of her clit until she is shaking with longing. All the time he’s whispering into her ear how much he wants her, how sexy she is, how he is going to fuck her so hard, fast and deep she’ll barely be able to stand. She wants to feel what he is saying, needs him to know how much she wants him, how wet and aching she is for him.

But he wants to tease her further, a punishment for going away and leaving him for a week. Turning her round, he steps down until his head is level with her thighs, and, lifting up her skirt, slowly parts her pussy to see her. She’s dripping wet and her clit is hard, aching for his touch. She moans her desire and he responds, his fingers holding her open while his tongue gently circles round her lips, tasting and teasing. So slowly, so gently, he increases then releases the pressure, moving up to circle her clit and then back down again. His tongue probes inside her, and she is holding his head, her fingers digging deep into his scalp trying to pull him in further. But tonight he’s in control. He alternates his tongue with his fingers and makes her wait, again and again taking her to the edge and then pulling back. She becomes lost in herself with need and longing, oblivious to everything other than the feelings he’s stirring up inside. He loves the power he has over her, the way he can take her and hold her breathless and suspended in that moment when nothing else matters. The pleasure becomes too much to bear and hovers on the edge of pain. She is tense and holding her breath, willing him to go on but not wanting it to end.
He chooses to release her, finally, and she comes, hard and fast, giving him everything she has, wanting him to take it, the juices flooding through her body into his mouth. He is drinking from her, on and on while she thrusts and bucks and holds him tight against her. The turn on for him is immense and almost unbearable. He spins her round and pushes his cock deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast until he can feel her coming again, her moans of pleasure becoming screams. No longer able to hold back he takes his turn, his sperm fast and hot, mixing with her juices, and they are oblivious to the world, feeling only the electric pulses rushing through their bodies.

Afterwards she is a quivering mass of shudders, her legs so shaky she can barely move. He carries her up to bed and she curls up into him, feeling warm and secure. Full of the achy tired glow that comes with too much sex, too many orgasms, she is lulled into a deep and contented sleep. He gently strokes her hair and listens to her deep breathing, and he realises again how lucky he is to be able to see her again.

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