HoMecoming

I wake up and roll over to his side of the bed, wanting to feel his sleep-warmed skin, take in his scent, and press myself against him. But he's already left for an early meeting.

We'd just moved into a small but intimate apartment in the city together, and I love that wherever I am, there he is. Our own tiny oasis above the street, a modern nest for lovebirds still infatuated with each other after six months.

I remembered the first time we fucked here, to seal the deal. We asked the estate agent to wait outside, and then Nick hiked up my skirt and took me, right up against the wall. We both had absurd grins on our face when we joined the agent outside and told her we'd take the apartment, and two days later we fucked in it again, this time on the furniture we'd moved in.

I sigh when I remember that he was gone, and get up to get ready. As always, in the shower I recall the many times he would hop in with me, or I with him. He would wash my hair, his strong hands massaging my scalp, making me wish we could stay under the stream of water forever instead of having to get out and go our separate ways for the workday.

Eventually those hands would work their heavenly magic all the way down, forehead to feet, and everything in between. He'd linger on my breasts, teasing my stiff nipples, the delicious friction of this thumb or a loofah making me want to melt.

He'd cup my vulva, moving his hand oh so slowly until I just about begged him to rub me, lick me, fuck me. And he always did, putting a glow on the day, no matter how tedious the reports or spreadsheets or how much my boss micro-managed me. I cup it now, using the razor to make it nice and smooth for later on. We both love the silken feeling of my shaved pussy, and each stroke of the blade reminds me of a stroke of his tongue. There's something so erotic about having my cunt fully exposed, so Nick can see how puffy and wet he gets it.

I sigh again as I dry off and get dressed. Clients again today, so my lavender shirt and my favourite pants with the flashy zippers, the outfit that makes me feel the most confident. And underneath, his favourite matching black bra and panties. I may have missed our shower tryst, but thinking about after work, and having him discover the real power outfit under my executive attire, has me hot again as I leave the house. That heat, that burning need for Nick, that ache in my core for him, only grows over the course of the day. My friend Lucinda plants herself in my office, droning on and on about how hard her current project is, how long it's taking. Hard and long, yes, just like Nick's cock. Amazingly, I'm getting wet just sitting in my chair, Lucinda's monologue completely ignored as I fantasize about Nick's member, the way he rubs it along the length of my slit, rubbing my folds and my clit, building the need in my cunt before he plunges it deep inside.

I cut her off, telling her I need to visit the loo. That much, at least, is the truth; what she doesn't need to know is I'm going to send Nick a photo of my bald, dripping pussy. I pull off my pants and knickers and sit on the toilet lid, legs spread wantonly. I put on my most sexy, lip-biting pout, my eyes wide and begging. I spread my pussy lips with two fingers of one hand, and use the other to snap the photo. And then, just for good measure, I get a closeup of my snatch. There's no mistaking the beads of moisture on my folds. I'm tingling with the naughtiness of it all as I send Nick both photos. I want so badly to get myself off, but I know if I can resist let the pressure build even more, the explosion will be epic when I get home to Nick.

It's pretty clear from his all-emojis text back he's just as hot and desperate with need as I am: three eggplants, four gaga-eyes, and about a dozen drooling faces. I smile as I get dressed and head back to my desk. There, I type: Lucinda was talking about hard and long things, and it made me think of you.

Nick texts back a smiley face and the words I NEED YOU NOW in all caps. Soon, I reply. I'll send another saucy snap before I leave the office, but at the moment, I'm enjoying his smut story.

True to my word, I send him a mirror selfie from the loo just before quitting time, one of my breasts freed from my shirt and bra. I'm pinching my hard nipple while licking my lips. Just thinking about the taste of you, I write.

This time he sends what must be two dozen drooling faces. Race you home, he writes.

As quick as I drive home, desire pushing my foot down on the accelerator, Nick beats me there. He is on me as soon as I've closed the door, the ping of my last selfie still lighting up his phone. He sets it aside, and the heat of his kiss is the most brilliant homecoming I could ask for. His hands are in my hair, the fingers clutching with need, his kisses urgent. But I sense the urgency isn't just his. He knows how badly I've desired him all day. He needed me too, which is clear from his cock pressing into me as he grasps my neck as if to hold me in place so his lips and tongue can explore mine, the warmth of our mouths spreading all the way through me.

I barely have time to kick off my heels before he's turning me and guiding me backwards towards the window, holding and kissing me. I grip his face, wanting to maintain contact with him. Outside, the world is carrying on, and I'm carried away here in in Nick's arms.

I've been waiting all day for this and I'm not about to let it go. I run my hands over his face, his back, the solid muscle of his chest. His hands are busy too, rubbing my back and my ass, feeling my figure, which he knows like the back of his hand, even through my clothes. We're perfectly in tune, unbuttoning each other's shirts together, and he squeezes my breast, his mouth wandering like his hands, on my neck, on my lips, kissing me deeply. I feel his need, and he feels mine, but he's in no hurry, savouring me, making me his whole world, and it is divine.

We're a moving and molten paradox; our sex so familiar after months together but exhilarating every time. But maybe that can be explained: what's wrong with pushing the same buttons each time if those buttons are labelled: Arousal, Anticipation, Need, and Mind-blowing Orgasm? Without saying a word, we know exactly where those buttons are, and how this will go. I shudder in anticipation against his body.

He moves me to a chair, setting me down gently, and that beautiful bulge is in my face, My lust kicks into another gear. I want to taste and feel the hard evidence of his desire, want to have that beautiful cock in my mouth and in my hand. And then I want him in me.

I pull down his pants and his boxer briefs, and there it is: Nick's beautiful cock, rigid and straining toward me. I waste no time taking it in my mouth, stroking him slowly as I suck just the head, the way I know he loves. Just touching him gets me hot, and going down on him makes me wet. I love the silky skin of his cock, and the pre-cum it produces as I lick up and down the shaft. This isn't just about his pleasure—though I love to fellate him in his favourite way—but mine too: I genuinely love to taste and stroke him; and I take my time, running my tongue from the tip to the base of his shaft and back before taking him all the way into my mouth, sucking fast while I jerk him off. His groans of pleasure mix with the slurping sounds I'm making and my own little gasps of delight, and it's a beautiful mix.

Eventually, he removes his shirt and tosses it, and I start to do the same; I want my tits to be free to him, for my nipples to be between his teeth instead of rubbing against my bra, teasing and torturing me. Nick lifts my chin to tilt my head up to him and kisses me, before he helps me with my shirt. He knows how much I love his kisses.

As soon as I've pulled down one bra strap, his mouth is on the exposed breast, licking, and suckling, and I moan and wrap both arms around his head, pulling him, holding him there, His tongue sends another warm wave through me, and now it's my pants and panties that are in the way, two layers of fabric separating me from the hot touch of my lover. We finally rid ourselves of my bra, and it goes the way of Nick's shirt. He kisses and licks at my tits, each touch to my sensitive nipples sending shocks directly to my pussy.

I need these pants off now! I stand and he helps me pull them off, then my panties. I wonder if he feels how damp they are, my drenched pussy leaking into them, and it's all his doing. And I'm getting hotter by the millisecond as I sit back down and spread my legs for him. Surely he can see, in the light through the window, how my shaved cunt is glistening for him, how swollen my lips?

I don't know if he has time to notice, because he's on me again in a flash, licking my folds and my clit. I pull on his head, wanting as much contact as possible. God, he eats pussy so fucking well! Nick knows exactly what I like, the slow, teasing licks up and down my puffy, wet lips, the quick flicks of his tongue on my aching, needy clit. I close my eyes and throw my head back, lost in the sweltering pleasure spreading through me. I could stay like this forever, but Nick knows just how to ramp it up a notch—he puts one finger in my pussy, fucking me slowly, so I have the slow sensation of his digit and the much faster rhythm of his tongue. I moan and pant as he services me, licking and fingering me as if it's his favourite thing. It's certainly one of mine. The sounds outside the window have disappeared; there's nothing now but my moans and the sexy, naughty slurping sounds as Nick licks me.

Then it's too much, and I cum, and I'm sure I'm gushing into my lover's mouth, my clit the ground zero, and the shockwaves spreading all the way through me. I see lights behind my closed eyelids, and I grip Nick's hair as I orgasm, grinding against that talented tongue of his. There's no one thing, one place to focus on as I'm shuddering through my climax; I picture my body as a city at night, each of a million lights a nerve ending blazing and glowing, sparking the next, until I'm completely awash in radiant ecstasy.

He pauses as I come back to myself and reaches up to kiss me. His chin shiny with my juices, his mouth wet and tasting of my cunt, and we share fluids as our tongues dance feverishly with each other.

I'm eager to milk some more pre-cum from that beautiful cock of his before he sinks it in me. He helps me to stand and I sink to my knees as he takes his boxer briefs all the way off and lays back on our bed. And I see the pre-cum is already seeping from his slit. I suck and stroke him just long enough to taste its metallic tang, but I can't wait any longer—I need that cock in me, filling me up.

I push Nick down and mount him, sliding my wet pussy along his length, and it is glorious, feeling each inch go deeper and deeper into me. Even his cock is perfect, massaging the walls of my pussy just right, the delicious friction a delight every time, no matter how often we make love.

I balance myself with my hands on his muscular chest before leaning back and really start riding him, the new angle easing him deeper and I bounce up and down to plunge his entire length into me, my own loving, hot piston. He grabs my tits and squeezes gently, but I'm so far along now, and need more. I put my hands over his and close them, urging him to grab tighter, amping up this wild lust as he crushes my flesh with his frantic, animalistic energy. When my orgasm hits, it's a tidal wave. I lose contact with the world except where we're joined at my pussy and my tits; three points of blinding white light and exquisite sensation. If I cry out or scream, I don't know; there's nothing but the wave and the light. Nick keeps thrusting through it, sitting up and kissing me deeply, adding a fourth point of pleasure as I slowly come down.

He's not done, though, and neither am I; I want another orgasm, but I want his more: I want to feel him stiffen as he cums; to hear his growl or shout; to feel his hot seed in me.

He sweeps our discarded clothes aside, and then he picks me up with casual, easy strength—and places me on the bed. He enters me slowly, a delicious, teasing penetration that I know belies what will come shortly. For now though, he is measured and deliberate, his pelvis rubbing my clit as he lies on me, kissing me deeply, letting me just feel him, all of him, between where we are joined at our wet, throbbing centres and mouths.

He pulls out, and uses that thick, hard cock to rub my clit. It's code for: I'm going to drive you through the mattress. I widen my legs, holding them open to give him room. I'm not just ready. I'm prickly with anticipation. When Nick lets loose, our bed becomes hot as lava.

He starts to thrust with those powerful hips of his, and I gasp as he pounds into me, sliding his length along the entirety of my canal; sharp, mighty plunges. Even over our heavy breathing, I can hear the squelching sounds of our arousal joined in wild, animated fucking.

Once I've come, Nick lets himself go, giving in to that primal urge to thrust, to concentrate all his energy into his hips, laser-focused on nothing but pure penetration, to plunder a wet pussy with abandon.

I wrap my legs around his firm ass, not to restrain him, but to press and push, to urge him to pound me even harder, to let go of the last bit of his self-control. I want him to give me all of himself.

He slows and lies against me again, pressing his head into my neck, and this is another code: he's close.

"I'm going to cum in you," he whispers into my ear. "Are you ready for it?"

"Oh yes," I breathe, my hand in his hair. "Do it."

He straightens back up and holds one of my legs straight up beside him to give himself an anchor, and then he's picked up speed again, pounding into me.

"Give me your cum," I growl as he drags yet another orgasm from me, "it's so hot when you fill me up."

He squeezes one breast and closes his eyes, his mouth an open O, his head thrown back as he cums. Feeling him spasm in me sends me over the edge, too, and I clutch his strong forearms to hold myself steady as the tidal wave crashes again and this is the best one yet because I'm sharing it with Nick; both of us lost in our own euphoria but tethered by our love and passion, our hot, flushed skin in close contact even as our minds float away in ecstasy.

We may have cried out together, loud enough to be heard outside the window, but I don't know, and I don't care. Nick has given me exactly what I needed, just the way I needed it. The desperate longing all burned away evaporated in the heat we created with our bodies.

I pull him down to me and give him a deep kiss, trying to convey the depth of my love for him, my gratitude, how much I love to make the world disappear with him. He kisses me back with as much passion and with the same message I know. When the kiss finally breaks, I smile up at him.

"Mmmm," I purr like a contented cat. 'I'm so glad it's Friday. We have all of tonight and two more days for more of this."

"Hmmm?" he says, still coming down from his post-fuck high.

"Nothing, darling. I was just thinking maybe you'd want to join me in the shower before dinner. I missed you there this morning."

He grins and kisses me again before taking me in his arms, enveloping me, one hand cupping my soaked, pleasantly sore pussy. "Then I had better do double duty to make up for it."