"Hi sweetheart. Ten minutes until I'm home!"
The text was attached to a screenshot, a pin marking a spot on the highway a few miles away. There's a lot to love about my boyfriend, but one is that he's an open communicator. I'd gotten updates all day as Matt traveled from his hotel to his airport, then waited for his flight, then the baggage claim, then the rideshare.... And there he was, under that little blue pin. From a thousand miles away to five.
I checked my hair. Changed into lingerie. Paced around the house. Peered out the windows for any sign of headlights. Was I sweating? Maybe I was shivering. I added the matching robe, open at the front. I peered out the windows again.
Wait. Is that--? Yes. It was. Headlights.
I met Matt at the door. The way his face appeared in the porch light stopped me in my tracks. Handsome and broad with just a hint of tiredness around his eyes. There's something to that old adage - absence makes the heart grow fonder. And the blood grow hotter.
"Hi, beautiful." His voice warmed me further. That voice that kept me moaning through the phone in our weeks apart. By then I almost knew his voice better than any other part of him. More than his eyes or his smile or his hands. And that tone spoke of his exhaustion - but also his attraction.
"Hi, baby," I said. "I missed you." I stepped forward as he pulled the door shut and shoved his suitcase into the corner.
"Mm, Lissa. I can tell you did." Matt slid his hands under my robe. His fingers felt warm through the silk despite the chill outside. I don't know how he did it, but he was always warm, even through winter. I basked in that heat as he held my waist and leaned forward to kiss me. Our bodies perfectly aligned in that kiss from legs to hips to shoulders to mouths. There's something to be said for standing the same exact height.
His broad fingers toyed with the lace trim on my open back. Suddenly I felt myself shiver. "You put this on for me?"
"No, for the poolboy. He just left." I grinned into our next kiss, a territorial press of lips and tongue and teeth. It weakened my legs. Matt pushed me backwards through the hall despite my trembling legs. I was too distracted by the fire in his eyes to notice he'd shed his coat and his shoes, but somewhere he had. And now he was pushing me back through the hall. I kept pace with him as my fingers unbuttoned his shirt. I'm sure he saved it on purpose. It was my favorite, a dark red plaid that set his face perfectly.
"Over here," Matt hissed before turning my hips. The couch. My calves hit the cushions and he laid me back on the chaise section. His shirt hung over me, revealing his bare chest. But it was my chest he focused on, breasts accentuated by the lace trim. Matt's wide palms totally enveloped them in a squeeze. I moaned. Barely aware of my reaction to him. I might have been embarrassed by the wide sprawl of my thighs under his jeans if I hadn't been so needing. Dozens of nights of phone sex tided me over, sure, especially with his smoky deep voice, but nothing compared to the raging fire of shared touch. Matt's fingers slipped over the silk, down the exposed skin of my hips, and then down to the soaking folds of my pussy.
"Oh sweetheart. You really did miss me," he smirked. Matt's touch sent arcs of electricity through my body and bucked my hips upwards.
"Matt." One of my hands clung to the back of his neck to pull myself up. Half-sitting I kissed him, hard, exploring his mouth with my own. "I fucking need you."
That earned another smirk. "Then you will have me, Lissa." He pulled away with a bite and dove straight to my thighs. His fingers skipped across my pussy lips while he nibbed at my thighs. Slowly I relaxed onto the cushions as my body grew accustomed to his mouth between my legs. I'd dreamed of his mouth, but having his heat against me was such a contrast to the weeks apart. He worked across my thighs until my chest heaved under the lace and silk. Then his hand shifted to the opposite thigh and his lips migrated to my labia.
I stiffened. From the arch in my back to the curl in my toes, I stiffened. My fingers scrabbled across the fabric under me while he worked his lips over mine. Skipping and licking, nibbling and caressing. A well-timed broad flick of his tongue. Followed by a cascading series of sucks that moved his mouth from my entrance up to my clit, pulling my wetness up with him. I shrieked as he mouthed over my clit. Soon my hands found their way into his hair. Then once he slid a finger against my g-spot my legs curled up and over his shoulders.
I was totally and utterly his. He worked both sides of me, the inside and the out, until I was a quivering, sweating, shrieking mess. My heels dug into his shoulders at the same time that my fingers dug into his head. I ground my hips into his face as my back rose fully off the couch. I was screaming any babble of words my mind could harbor, which were few. Mostly it was wordless shrieks of pleasure while I gushed onto his hand and chin.
My shoulders sank back onto the couch as I gasped for air. "Matt, baby. Fuck. That was--"
Smack. His free hand landed firm across my clit.
My eyes snapped open. I watched the second tap land, firm and solid across my clit. My hips rolled. "Matt---"
