My head was pressed against the backrest of my seat, my hands resting on the steering wheel. I was burnt out. For the last two weeks, I left my office no earlier than midnight. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt relaxed. I let out a sigh of relief. The project had finally concluded.
It was rewarding to see the fruits of my labour, but at what cost? My dear wife hadn't seen me since the project began. I came home after she was asleep, and left before she woke. I missed her so much, and couldn't wait to go home and have dinner with my wife. I picked up my phone to leave her a voice note.
"Baby, I'll be home in about thirty minutes. I'm so sorry about the last two weeks. Let's head out for a nice dinner. I miss you so much." I clicked send and put my car into 'drive'.
My phone began ringing as I turned out from the car park onto the main road. Rachel's name was on the centre screen. I clicked on the handset button on my steering wheel, answering the call.
"Hey, baby."
"Looks like I finally got my husband to myself for the night." Rachel purred into the phone.
"You have me for the next couple of days, sweetheart. My team agreed we needed a break. We have the next week off." I blurted out. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to tell her that.
"My oh my. Guess you missed me that much, huh." She giggled.
"Guess you'll find out how much I missed you when I get home then." I caught my smile in the rearview mirror. I love this woman.
"Then I'll get started on dinner. And once we're done, you can show me what I've been missing out on, tiger." She said, this time moaning the word 'tiger' so seductively, I could feel the blood rushing between my legs.
The moment she ended the call, I switched my car to sport mode, pulling on my paddle shifters as I picked up speed down the highway.
Twenty minutes later, I opened up the front door to our flat. The lights in the living room were dimmed, and some slow RnB was playing on our speakers. I placed my laptop bag, car keys, and phone on the shelf beside the door, and made my way through the entrance. Rachel was sitting at the bar styled counter that joined our living room and kitchen, scrolling on her phone.
She was wearing my Bullet For My Valentine t-shirt, which had ridden up her lower back since she had to climb up on the bar stool, her laced pink panties visible through the gap in the backrest. I hugged her from behind, giving her kisses on the back of her neck.
"Mmmm, finally someone remembers me." She purred, goosebumps forming on her skin.
"Oh darling," I kissed right behind her ear, "How could I ever stay apart from you?"
I grabbed her chair and spun her around, now bringing us face-to-face with one another. Her eyes were dreamy as she stared at me, reaching out for my tie with the kind of hunger I'd seen when we started dating a few years ago. She pulled me in and caught my face in her hands, sealing me in a kiss that burned with passion.
She moaned into my lips as I softly bit hers, relishing the taste of her peach flavoured lip balm. I could feel the heat radiating between her legs through my pants and boxers. She threw her hands around my shoulders, needily probing into my mouth with her tongue. She was pushing all the right buttons, I could feel myself getting harder by the second.
I slid my hands down her back, making my way down to her ass as I grabbed it. I couldn't feel the trace of a bra, which meant one less thing that I'd have to take off. She knew what I was hinting at, and wrapped her legs around me. Her crotch now pressed firmly against my throbbing bulge.
I carried her to our couch on the other side of the living room. With each step I took, I felt her hips buck slightly as I gave her wet kisses down the sides of her neck. She moaned melodies into my ears, her fingers intertwined in my hair. I set her down softly on the couch as she pulled me in closer.
I found myself grinding against her as we continued kissing. I trailed down kisses along her neck and collarbone, before kneeling on the floor. As I looked up from between her legs, I caught a glimpse of her eyes again. They were drunk from our kisses, ready and needy for more. I kissed the insides of her thighs softly and hooked her panties with my finger as I slid them away from her slit.
If the wet spot on her panties wasn't enough of a giveaway, her pussy was glistening from how wet she was. A thin trail of her juices connected her panties and her opening. It was too tempting for me to even think about resisting. I braced her by grabbing her thighs and gave her a soft lick from her lips to her clit.
