I hear the sound of his keys in the door, in walks a very unhappy looking man. Shirt rumpled, tie askew, face distinctly unhappy. Bad day, bad day, bad day his posture says. I walk up and kiss his lips, then pulling back to smile at him, and go back to kissing him. Soft light kisses are rained over his lips, my hands rub up and down his back. Opening my mouth, inviting his tongue to come play with me. Sucking the end of his tongue lightly, I begin to remove his tie. Pulling the silk thru my fingers while nibbling on his oh so soft bottom lip. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth to lightly tease it with my teeth. Running fingers down his shirt undoing each button, rubbing his nipples thru his under shirt.
Palms rise up his chest, down his arms, to his cuffs. Buttons undone, wrists, free. Pulling, his shirt out of his pants, pushing his shirt down his shoulders and off, kissing, kissing, kissing, him. Licking where his neck meets his shoulders, mouthing, sucking. Tasting his sweat, oh so sweet this flavor of him. Undershirt, pulled up and off. Palms stroking his back, up and down, up and down. Kissing his nipples, licking his nipples, teeth rasping his nipples. Sounds of pleasure leak from his lips. His sounds, spur me on. Fingers deep in his hair, pulling him into hard kisses. Lips mashed, tongues wrestling, I submit, letting him dominate the kiss. Wrapping his arms around me, he grinds his crotch into me. Standing, grinding, humping into each other, hands on hips keeping the contact tight, love the friction, more, oh more!
Remembering his sad unhappy come home face, I pull back, and let go. Wanting to see my man happy again, I know how to lift whatever burden he carries, off his shoulders, if only temporarily. Smiling at him, kissing his lips, his chin, nuzzling behind his ear, sucking that wonderful soft place at the base of his neck. Kissing my way back to his lips. Kissing him softly, warmly, lovingly. Building the intensity of the kisses, fueling the fire of our desires. His tongue invades my mouth, taking control. As he pumps his tongue into my mouth, I lightly graze his tongue with my teeth. Breaking our kiss, I pull away, only to zero back to his lips. Feeling drunk with passion, my thoughts fly away. Pushing away, abruptly, he looks lost, mouth still open, eyes glazed, not understanding why I quit kissing him. I lean into his chest, pinching his nipples as I kiss between his pecs, licking his wonderful sweat taste. If only I could lick every morsel of his chest, I rein my self in, and continue on. Kissing his lips again, smiling at him I fall to my knees before him, and start to suck his navel. Licking the hair that swirls around and around that sweet spot, I start to tongue it. He moves his hands to my head, urging me to go lower, and I comply.