It was late in the evening when you were returning from your trip out of town, and I was looking forward to seeing you again. It is always so hard when you go away; I can't help but miss you. You called me to say that you were on your way home, and I offered to come sit and talk with you while you unpacked. You agreed, and half an hour later I was ringing your bell, anxious to see you, hear your voice.
When I entered your place, we fell into each other's arms, both wanting to hold the other close. This was not our usual sort of hug, with neither of us willing to let go. We stood like this for a long while, before I looked up at you and told you that I had missed you, and was really happy that you were back. You smiled down at me and told me that you missed me, too, before squeezing me tight, holding my head to your chest. I nuzzled against you, pushing my face against the muscles of your broad body, like a kitten wanting to feel you against my eyes, nose and cheeks. You leaned your head down to me and pushed your forehead against mine, our faces so close as we breathed each other in, enjoying the closeness.
Your hand came up to hold my face, your palm cupping my cheek as your looked into my eyes. You lowered your mouth to mine, our lips brushing against each other. When we pulled away from the kiss, you looked questioningly into my eyes until I smiled and kissed you again, my lips parted, inviting your tongue. You probed my mouth softly, slowly making our kiss deeper and deeper. I felt my body responding as I pushed my hips gently against yours. You wrapped your fingers in my hair, and pulled my head slightly to one side, running your lips along my cheek and down my neck. I could feel your breath against my tender skin as you inhaled my scent. When you bit down gently, I couldn't help but moan and rub my hips against your stiffening member.