Tonight before he left for work, he took me outside a bit early because he said he needed to "suck my nipples" before he left. We walked out the door and he placed his things in the car before turning to me. I was skeptical so I fished for my keys and stood there ready to depart after him in my own vehicle. I gave him the eyeβthat half waiting, half daring eyeβand saw him slightly smile in return. It was that sexy smile that I've missed so much, that suggestive, I'm-thinking-about-you-naked smile and I couldn't help but form my own version at the sight.
He placed both his hands on the sides of my face, holding back my hair, and came in quickly, hungrily, pressing his lips onto mine. I felt his tongue coaxing my lips apart and my body melted in response. I love that little move he does, that teasing lick that makes me think about him licking other things. I kissed back with my own hunger, sliding my tongue into his mouth, moaning softly. He pushed me against the car door and opened it behind me, pushing me down onto the seat. His hands pulled my shirt up and over my ample breasts, pushing aside the bra and cupping each mound in his grasp. I moaned full out; it felt like it had been forever since I'd felt him squeezing me so tightly.