This is one of my favorite times of day, waiting for you to come home from work. I'm on the sofa, undressed except for the panties you picked out for me to wear today. I run my hand along my hips and feel their silkiness, then put my hand between my legs and feel how damp they already are from sheer anticipation. The room is chilly, and my nipples are hard. They crave your attention.
I hear your key in the door and watch you walk in with a smile on your face. You set your things down, walk straight over to me, take my face in your hands and kiss me. I inhale your scent, pull you into me, and suck your tongue into my mouth.
You stand back up and your crotch is just at my eye level. I can see by the bulge in your pants that you are already hard, and this makes me even wetter. "Take it out," you say, and I reach up to unfasten your belt, looking you in the eye as I unbutton and unzip your pants. I lower my gaze then and watch for your cock to appear as I slide them down. There it is. Your cock is beautiful, the perfect size and shape. The head is bulbous and purple; it's erect and engorged. I want to touch you, but you will tell me when. I pull your pants to the floor so that you can step out of them. Then I clasp my hands in front of me and wait, just looking at you. Finally you say it. "Touch me now."
I reach out with both hands. My left cups your balls and my right takes a hold of your dick. What I really want it to put your cock into my mouth immediately, but I'm trying to be satisfied with feeling you with my hands. You love my soft touches, and I very softly stroke the length of you, up and down, while I massage your balls gently, squeezing and gently pulling on them. "Oh baby," you say, "I've needed this all day." ...You don't know how much I've needed it all day too.
I use the just the tips of my fingers and thumb to cover the very tip of your cock from the top, and bring them down over the head, and back up, over and over, so lightly that you can barely feel it. Your knees buckle and you lean in closer to me. "More," you manage to say. I use my fingers to encircle your cock and rub the head up and down, to the ridge and just under, lengthening my stokes as I go, adding pressure, making them longer and faster, and I listen as you moan, watch your face, your closed eyes. My strokes tighten, taking in the full length of you.
"Turn around," you tell me - just as I am about to lean down to take you into my mouth. I stand and turn to face the sofa. With your hand on the middle of my back, you push me down, so that I catch myself with my arms on the back of the couch, my ass sticking out towards you. I feel your hands on my butt, caressing my cheeks, feeling me through the silk of the panties I'm wearing. Suddenly, you rip them off of me in one fast move. I feel a sting as they bite into the side of my leg and then they're off and lying on the floor in a torn heap.
You press your rock solid cock against me, and shove it into me. You're rough tonight, and immediately start to fuck me. Hard. My head is jerked back as you grab a fistful of my hair, and you slam into me over and over again. "I wanted to suck you," I say, almost begging. "Mmm, no." You moan. "I just had to fuck you. I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you."