It had been a long day at work.
He got his keys out of his pocket as he walked up the steps to the house. Tried the lock. Fuck, wrong key. Then the right one.
He opened the door and walked inside.
"Oh hey!" she said cheerfully, "How was your day?"
She sat on the couch facing the doorway, a clear sightline as soon as he hit the entryway.
He looked up to find her, legs spread wide and propped up on the couch on either side of her, two fingers rubbing circles on her bare clit. Her pussy lips glistened with moisture all the way down to her asshole.
She was wearing that lingerie he liked. The black lace bodysuit. Her nipples just visible through the sheer material. Crotchless, giving him an incredible view and easy access.
He instantly dropped his keys and bag on the floor, as if his hands just stopped working.
He let out a little growl and started toward her.
"Hey! No shoes in the house!" she laughed.
He kicked his shoes off and back toward the entryway, then almost tripped as he made his way toward her in a hurry.
He caught himself and walked deliberately over to her.
With a bit of a slap, he placed a firm palm on each thigh, while he used her for leverage to get down on his knees.
Without a word, he buried his face in her pussy, savouring the smell, the taste.
"Mmm, I'm so glad you're home. It was so hard to wait for you. I've been thinking about you all day." she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair and gently pulled his face deeper into her.
A muffled moan from him as he lapped her up. He alternated sucking on her lips, her clit, and licking everything he could, his saliva making her wetter still.
With his palms on each of her innermost thighs, his thumbs running alongside her pussy, he spread her open.
A quick pause to savour the invitation, then he looked up to her face and smiled. She smirked back and just barely bit her lip.
He dove back into her, his face moist, a drip falling from his chin and down over her exposed asshole.
He could hear her pleasure, half moan, half giggle. His short beard adding another layer of friction as he ground his face into her.
His tongue found her clit to focus. He got into a rhythm, both sucking with his lips and lapping with his tongue simultaneously.
As she began to counter the pressure of his face with her hips, he easily slid two fingers inside her, palm up.
She moaned, much louder this time.
He knew exactly what she wanted.
He curled his fingers up and toward her belly rhythmically, like he was signaling her to come, in more ways than one.
