Homecoming

It had hardly been three weeks since he'd seen her. The images of her face, neck, flat tone belly, the crease of her thigh, and her sweet, well we'll get to that soon enough won't we. Suffice to say, he had missed her. The thoughts of her danced upon his mind when he looked at the fresh flowers blooming in the garden that she so deftly programmed to remind him of her during her rather extended absence. Countless times over the last several weeks her image danced upon his mind as he stroked himself before drifting off to sleep, his seed drying in lonely desolation on his skin. He held his pillows close as he slept wanting only to have his arms wrapped around his love. Alas, the day had finally arrived!

How he'd waited for this moment, trying not to look to anxious, he played with his son on the escalator riding it up an down, chasing each other without running, anything to keep his mind from playing tricks on him. She was due any minute now.

He wasn't looking when she stepped into view, she smiled at the back of his head, and she felt the heat of her own anticipation address her tenderest skin. He felt her presence also and turned. It almost seems cliché to suggest that time stood still for a moment, but they say that because it's true, like a picture taken in an instant lasting a lifetime, the smile tumbling in the cascading hair, her pert breasts taught against the fabric, the giddiness in her step and the seductive dance of her hips as she ran to his opening arms.

"I love you," he whispered, it seemed like nothing else needed said. She turned her head into his neck, kissed his flesh and pressed her body against him; a manner so accustomed that involuntarily the blood began to circulate in his loins. He slipped a little note into her hand.

Waiting for her baggage to slide onto the carrousel, it was as if they were long lost lovers reunited and that's exactly what they were! Their growing emotion, the tenderness of their caress, his hands wandering over her body, everyone in the room felt their joy. She couldn't help fondling the note in her hand. He smiled and sent her to sit and read.

In her absence, he played with his son. A son who, loved deeply, he still didn't belong at the reunion of one love to another. Still, fortune didn't give him the seclusion he had hoped for and anyway his son had grown to love her as a mother. A son should always be there to welcome with truly innocent love. He knew this. It is what the note was for. He wanted her wet, he wanted to taste her, he wanted to fuck her right there on the floor, the chair, that goddamn carrousel, and he wanted her to feel that deep within her frame.

She sat quietly for a few minutes reveling in the emotion of being in his company again. She began to get wet. She wanted to hold him close to her, whisper in his ear that she needed him, needed him to fuck her, to fuck her wildly like an animal, to fuck her in a way that she would be ever reminded that she belonged to him, that she was his slut, a word that in this context was their most sensual and honored expression of love without bounds. The feelings made her smile and she didn't open the note.

She folded the note up carefully, her heart hot in anticipation. She wanted to read, but would wait, for she needed him now and she went to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and let her whispers in his ear share her hearts joy.

Her pants low and snug upon her hips, his eyes undressed her as he sought the subtle outline of her thong... yet there was no outline, nothing but a smooth silhouette of the firm ass below. The blood that had been teasing his loins began to organize itself. No panties? He smiled inwardly at the pleasure of his love, his lust, his sweetheart, his erotic counterpart come home to him. He let his hands slide along her hips, her bottom. He looked around, nobody was obviously watching, his son was waiting for her bags, he slid his hand up under her tee-shirt, her smooth belly instantly warm against his fingers. He held her and nuzzled her neck. She wondered where his hand would head. She didn't want to feel embarrassed, but she wouldn't push his had away, she knew better. He was strong and her trust in him was complete. He drew his hand back down, hooking a finger in her pants as he left. "You," he whispered "are perfect." Such a joy, his hand around her waist, her bag in his hand hoisted over his shoulder, her smile dancing in her walk as they headed for the door.

I won't bother you with the kiss at the car, the tongues battling for control of the other's mouth, the pressure of cock against cunt. No, there is no need to beat you with it, you know the image of passion that expresses itself in a darkened parking lot once bags and children are deposited, the chill of the air, and the relative privacy enough for two lovers to begin the exploration that their sex demands, that their dreams have gown into a pitch too high for an ear to hear. Let us not belabor the foreplay. Anyway, his son sat patiently watching from the back seat. At the back of the truck though, he did afford a moment to succumb to his passion and kneeling down he pressed his face against her sex.

She spread her knees apart and his moan echoed deeply within her. Smiling he came up to her again, "I can't wait to taste you, it's been too long." He opened the door for her stealing another kiss before closing her in fore the ride home. The image of her looking back over the perfect ass as she climbed into the truck imprinted for ever on his mind. She was glad to be sitting, she hadn't expected him to go down on her, not in public, not with his son in the back seat. She smiled out the window, her legs were like jelly, her pussy was damp, her nipples were aware of the fabric around them. She felt his hand on her thigh, his little finger pressed against her mound. She was home at long last.

She snuggled against him as they drove, ran her hand over his chest, talked lovingly with his son in the back seat while her hands caressed him. She'd feel his cock from time to time when she was sure she wouldn't get caught. She laid her head in against his shoulder and drifted. It was very late in France, she was ready to sleep but she wanted so badly to fuck. As she rest there, her mind was brought back to the note he had slipped her. She wanted him, but she also wanted to know what he had written. She whispered in his ear, "mind if I read your note now?" Smiling at her without taking his eyes off the road, he turned on the interior light. She snuggled against his shoulder, his arm around her and she read. When she got to the part about "snuggling in against his shoulder, her arm around her and she began to read," and erotic tingle began deep in her cunt, her nipples hardened as she looked at his strong jaw, his eyes still on the road ahead. This she thought to herself is the future. I am being made privy to the future; the ultimate surprise laid out handsomely before me. Knowing she couldn't put down the gift once it had been given to her, he smiled inside as she locked her eyes back on the test. Her pussy hot with anticipation at what was instore for her. What does it have instore for me? It's all she could do to contain herself. Alas, the car was pulling into the driveway. She would have to wait. He folded up the note, tucked it into her pocket and whispered to her lover, "God you're fantastic."

The bath he ran for her, warm but not to hot, it didn't help with her fatigue. She tried to soak while he put his son to bed, but she needed to know about her future, she needed to finish the note. The anticipation was driving her mad and her cunt was aching to know of its fill! By the time he came back, she had finished the note.

Playing now a roll, she lifted her feet one by one t be washed by her man. It was so erotic to have him care for her with such complete adoration. He sucked on her ear, kissed her neck, ran his hands over her sex. He slipped a finger into her, teased her anus with another and smiled in the dim candlelight. Her eyes wandering into the room, she took time again to consider the flowers form the garden that had been picked and arranged with candle light around the tub, petals in the water. She wasn't too tired to realize that she was in heaven. It was almost too much for her to know what lay ahead. She had never felt such passion rising in her, she was on the verge of orgasm before she even reached his arms and her bed.

She saw it all, everything, no mystery, no fear, no unknown, she simply could live within the fantasy he had been growing all the time she was away. God she loved him at that moment and smiling to herself, she knew it was love at every moment. Right now it was lust, but she would have to wait. Afterall the future was already known. Damn him she laughed to herself.

"I knew you would be travel weary babe. I'm going to lay you down and rub you for a while. I want my hands to be touching every part of you. I've missed you so badly, but babe, I want you to just relax. Drift off to sleep, we will wake up together and we can begin our day as two lovers. But, you know who I am, I might work you up rather than work you off to sleep. It's a risk that you will have to take! Come to me when you are done soaking." Taking a couple candles, he left her in the dimly lit seclusion She rubbed her pussy as she sat there, knowing he was waiting for her. She wanted to be on fire when she got to him.

Setting himself down on the bed, he stripped, his lean strong body naked as he sat and read waiting for her to come to him. As she appeared in the doorway, he beckoned her to him. She knelt beside him and he took her in his arms. She was strong and her sex was demanding, firmly he held her close and claimed her mouth with his. She held is cock as they kissed and she felt her own nectar escaping the flower in which it had waited patiently as if only to suckle on his cock. Lay across my lap baby. Her abdomen against his cock, her ass lifted, her legs coming to rest slightly apart. He smiled as he took her in. Her face smiling at him laid gently on the sheet, her arms folded around a pillow. He leaned forward and kissed the small of her back, her ass. His cock withdrew as he leaned forward and kissed her. He smiled as he sat up again and it pressed firmly into her belly. There was nothing to do really except continue the gentle love that he had begun with her. He was very comfortable with that. He rubbed her up and down again. She brought her feet up to him and he massaged them, kissed them, loved them. His hands pressed the ligaments and muscles around her sex. He let himself brush up against her passion, her felt her wetness and smiled a smile of contentment. He would have her soon enough.

For now, he knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. As he had been without her, she had been without him. He knew she wanted to feel him in her, her mouth, in her throat, in her pussy, and smiling, he pressed against her anus. His cock grew larger with that thought and she eyed him with a hunger long too trapped away. She slid her hand under her body and wrapped her fingers around his swollen and rock-hard cock. The heat and the strength embodied made her involuntarily grind her pussy against him. Smiling down at her, he knew she was not getting any more relaxed and smiling he whispered, "It's been a long time since I've fed you."

With an air of girlish pleasure, she anxiously rolled around and wrapped her arms around his waist holding him close to her. He stroked her hair. "I love you," she whispered, her eyes closed but he could feel the gaze, the moisture, he loved her tender heart, her emotions worn on her sleeve. She took his cock in her mouth deeply swallowing it and his mind went peacefully blank. He stroked her head, held her hair, pulled it and held her against him from time to time, but mostly he let her indulge her delights as he felt himself caught up in the convulsions of worship. His stomach tight, his body wrapped up and around her head as it were the only connection to any reality, he began to spasm and with it the gush of cum she sought with such passion began to loose itself into her mouth. He shuddered, grunted, his mind blanked out, and in his bliss, he forced his cock deeply into her throat and held her there as spasm after spasm drove his seed from his loin into her, his love, his partner, his pleasure, his slut, his girl.

I don't know how long he held her there, but vaguely he recognized that he was holding her head firmly, his cock in her throat, her tongue doing its best to continue to lick and stroke him. He let his arms go limp as she withdrew for a breath. Placing a line of kisses up the length of his stomach finding their way to his mouth where she kissed him deeply. He responded as he always did relishing his flavor mixed with hers in the confines of her beautiful mouth. She placed herself above him, and sliding his still sensitive cock deep into her wetness she straddled him deeply and held him close. His cock, her cervix suctioned together in a kiss of two souls.

The slow rhythmic grinding of her against him began almost imperceptibly deep within her. The lust drawn forth in his taste in her mouth, the pleasure of the bath, the massage, but mostly of being again coupled to her man, his flesh in her flesh, his seed flowed unto her. She ground her clit against his belly using her fluid hips to stroke him and continue to remind her internal clock that it was not time to let the blood leave his cock. She nursed there on him communicating with him as she brought herself by the presence of him to orgasm after orgasm grinding and sliding wantonly up and down his pole, a pole that continued to be confused about its roll but to its merit, it began to see clearly the pleasure that it was being offered and began to fill her as only it could.

They loved to make love this way, she sitting on him, he sitting himself up, her breasts close, their eyes locked on each other, their lips seeking out the mating set. They both loved the patience that the second erection brought, the absence of lust, the journey into the feminine goddess undertaken solely for communication of the souls and their rhythm as a dance found both in point and counterpoint as their individual chemistry fused into a single entity existing only to look on the face of the spirit as only together, they could. He laid her back, rose above her and took control. His eyes focused deeply as hers together they watched the universe unfold between them. "Feel my cock, feel its need for you, feel me deep inside you, now fuck babee, fuck me with your beautiful pussy." "Fuck me like you have never fucked before, prove to me your worthy to possess my seed deep within you, rape my mind with the fierceness of your fuck." She did as she was told. Coalescing, his posture of control was controlled and made complete.

He withdrew from her, cupped her sex with his hand for he didn't want her to be alone. He tried to focus on anything except the building orgasm deep within him, he pushed the blood into his cock constricting his muscles and forcefully holding down his ejaculation. He let her fuck his fingers in place of the hard cock. He slipped two into her, settled between her legs and continued to pleasure her sex with his fingers, face, lips, and tongue as she continued to use her strong frame to milk pleasure from the universe. As he regained control over his body, her felt her wetness rise and fall with convulsions of orgasm rolling over her as waves crashing on the stormy beach. He reveled in her wetness the wetness caressing her cunt, her lips, her anus. He smiled and reached to the shelf where the appreciated bottle of Almond oil lay.

He dribbled it into her flesh folds, it ran between her legs. He put some on his hand and he stroked his cock it glistened in the dimly lit room. He continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers, her eyes lost in the rolling rapture of pleasure. He slipped a finger into her ass. She tensed and he stopped, he continued to pleasure her, teasing her anus with his finger he began again and she accepted him. Getting down between her legs he kissed and suckled against her heat. His fingers slid into and out of her ass as he caressed her sex. She had another orgasm and he felt her tension crescendo and subside. He pressed a second finger against her ass but again she tightened up. He smiled and withdrew the added digit. Tonight wasn't that night, but she would let him in and he always patient. Beyond everything else he didn't want to cause her pain.

He pressed his cock back up deeply into her and she grunted as her cunt in orgasmic composition tried to force him from her. He pushed in in deep the finger sliding from her anus, she hardly noticed as she began to violently shudder, and her cunt exploded it the sweet juice of exquisite determined pleasure. He held his face to hers as if begging for the pleasure and both to be released from its grasp all at once. He loved her, he felt like she was home. He really needed her in that moment, more than he needed air. He bought his head down and buried into the crook of her shoulder smelling and feeling her hair, at the same time driving himself as far into her as possible and they began afresh like they were bathed in the river of life.

I won't bore you with the other positions, the variations the in-depth this and that's of how their coupling went. All those caught in the grip of love behave with similar rapture. As he came though, deep into her, they came together, his seed flowing into her sent her fresh into convulsions of joy. She held him to her and he held her to him with a firm grasp around the small of her back.

"I thought your homecoming deserved a story book ending," That is what he whispered to her as they lay there sticky in one another's pleasure in the dim candlelight of the room Welcome home my love. It is for you that I live. Her heart smiled back and she pulled him into her and held him close. Mmmm, "I've missed you, she whispered back, don't ever let me go."