I had been waiting all day for him to get home. He had some business that took him away for the day, and we hadn't had time that morning to make love, so I had spent the day feeling aroused. I had gotten some writing done, but then my mind started to wander. I went and sat on the beach, listening to the waves wash up on shore, and again, the sound, of the slapping waves, coming in on a cadence so familiar got my mind wandering again.
He had told me he would be home by six. I had prepared a light dinner and chilled some good white wine. I had the table on the deck set, and candles ready to be lit. I had paused to put on a pair of silk boxers (his) and a tank top. I was waiting by the door when he came in. I smiled up at him loving the way I fit right under his chin. He leaned down to kiss me, and I kissed him back deeply. My tongue entwining with his, and I pressed myself against him. He got hard immediately. I always admired that about him, his willingness any time and any place.
His hands began to wander. I stopped him, smiling at him, shaking my head; I said, "NO, you can't touch me." He looked at me with a half smile knowing I was playing a game, a new game. I unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open, but on. I then went to his belt, and unbuckled it, slowly. I slid the belt out of his jeans and the slow wisp of it as it left the belt loops was so sexy. I laid my fingers on the buttons of his jeans, and I expertly began popping them open, one at a time. His dick was engorged and it looked painful the way it was cramped in those jeans. I pushed his jeans to his feet, and helped him step out of them. Then I relieved him of his boxers. His dick stood out, straight and proud. I got down on my knees and I wrapped a hand around him and felt the hot smoothness of him. His dick was pulsing in my hand, and I kissed the drop of pre-cum off. I looked up at him, my blue eyes grown darker from desire, and he was smiling a painful little smile.
