"Jane."
Hearing your voice as you walk through the door is the highlight of my day, every day. The hours away from you are tortuous and I can't keep from counting the minutes until I hear you call my name.
You have many names for me and I love the way you say each one.
I have been home for a few hours, long enough to soak in the tub and let the day's stress ebb away. Frank was more trying than usual today. He hates my guts and I can't wait to get off his division. I'm this close to quitting altogether. I know you'll tell me I shouldn't be working anyway.
I have also napped but the bed, big enough for four, is too empty without you, even if your cologne lingers on the white sheets and pillows. You're not good for my sleep. Not during the day and certainly not at night.
"Jane?"
Your voice is closer this time. There's an answering flutter in my heart. This isn't normal. I shouldn't feel like this after all this time.
I sit cross-legged in front of the dresser and slowly run my fingers through my long, curly hair. When I look in the mirror, I see you leaning in the doorway. I smile.
You exude masculinity, in your navy blue suit, sky blue shirt, blue-and-red patterned tie, and with your perfect haircut.
You walk over to me and plant a chaste kiss on my lips.
"You smell good," you say, sniffing my slightly damp hair. I put my arms around your neck then and pull your lips to mine again. I am not so chaste with my kiss. I was thinking too many naughty things in the tub and now I am impatient.
You kiss me back, parting my lips with your tongue as you slide your hands inside my bathrobe to cup one breast. You squeeze my nipple so hard it hurts and your hands stray downwards. They stop just long enough to undo the bow at my waist and then continue towards the triangle at the base.
My legs are still crossed, barring the way to what your fingers seek. Your lips draw away from mine but your tongue starts to dance around my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips. This always drives me crazy. A tiny whimper sound escapes from my lips and I take in a sharp breath.
You move to bite my earlobe, playfully, but then you tug at my hair and whisper, "open your legs for me, whore."
A delicious shiver travels the length of my spine. I part my legs a little, just so your fingers can find my cunt. There's not a single hair there - I made sure of that very recently. When you reach your target, I suck in air and feel your smile against my jaw.
"So wet. Were you waiting for me, sweetling?"
