When the moon is gone, and the evening is long; I yearn for him- wherever he is. I yearn for his presence and ache inside for him. I need him, I need his arms surrounding me. I cry and I tremble without him near. I tear and am in anger at the mere lack of his safety, I feel vulnerable. I make known my angst to him and ask him to come for me right away. I am left waiting, he has other things to do but I cannot think straight as my body fights against my mind. He can't be taking long. I am bothered, frustrated and have energy built up inside of me. When I see him, late, I forget all of the anger that surrounds me. I am brought back to the happiness he brings me as he walks through the door. I feel submissive to his presence, his big chest in the doorway and musk smell that accompanies him. I hold back my urge to completely swallow him and await on the couch reading.
He comes in, expecting my praise. I show how I am upset with silence and he kneels in front of me forcing me to move my phone away from where his face now is. My stubbornness fades away as he just looks at me. His eyes dissecting the emotion I am feeling and filling me up with passion as he stares at me in a loving understanding way. He doesn't touch me, because he knows I want it. I begin to melt into his eyes and feel my heart pull towards him and my pussy begin to pulse.. I feel like crying in this man's gaze. He tenderly moves his hand to my forehead and behind my ear before whispering, 'Just a little longer babygirl'. He knows what time of the month it is, when his queen is fertile and all she needs is his attention for one week straight before not needing him again for a while. He can smell her pussy ready for his sperm and uses it to explain the mood of possessiveness in her today. He kisses my forehead and gets up, lingering enough to see if I will fall into his arms knowing I am too embarrassed to apologize for how I acted earlier.
He gets back up without saying anything further, and I breathe heavy, the anticipation of his next move fully on my mind. I'm angry as he denies me the gift of his touch after knowing and expressing how much I wanted him. I look at him with yearning, gentle eyes surrendering to him in every form. He walks up to me again laughing subtly at how much he enjoys watching me yearn for his big cock. Then he begins to unzipper his fly and pull it out, I am getting wetter in anticipation. It hangs out, hard and delicious looking, circumcised and clean as he grabs my head in his big hands, 'Show me how you missed me' he chants then guides my mouth to latch in to his hard cock.
