She came home after being away. Black sundress with white flowers, hair over her left shoulder. Breathtaking. He kisses her long and deep and whispers, "Good morning, beautiful. I've been waiting for you."
His smile turns mischievous and spins her around, pressing her against the door. He tugs on her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck. Pressing his weight against her, he begins his exploration of her body. The body he's longed for all week. His hands wander across her stomach, sliding over her dress and feeling her skin beneath.
His hands diverge in their paths over her body. As one goes lower to rest on her hip and caress her there, the other slides further up and begins to enjoy itself with her breasts.
She begins to squirm, but his arm shoots up through the valley of her breasts and grabs her throat. His other hand swings back and arcs down, swatting her left asscheek. Instead of silencing her, it only brings out a tortured moan with her hips grinding back against him. He let his hand fly again. Again. Again. Moans each time and her ass begins grinding backwards in circles, trying to find his cock.
Still with his hand on her neck, he thrusts his hips forward to trap her against the wall, bringing his other hand up to begin to pull the dress off.
He pauses when he gets to the hem. Instead, he flips her around with her back to the wall, her hands coming up to hold his wrist at her neck. Her eyes wild and flashing at him in defiance and lust.
Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, he growls, "You're wearing too many clothes. Take them off. Now."
She reaches down and begins to lean forward to take the hem, but his arm doesn't move. Her eyebrow cocks up in question and he motions with his eyes saying, "Don't you move. Use your hands."
She slowly pulls it up and over her hips, revealing her beautiful pussy. As her flat, toned stomach gets passed by the fabric, he suddenly realizes how hungry he is for her.