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.
Her head fell back as her hips became more forceful against his head and hands.
She grabbed both of her breasts hard, then hooked a finger into the edge of each side of the deep V of the bodysuit.
Tracing the outside of her breasts with her fingers while pulling the bodysuit to the side. She cupped each breast with a hand and lifted them out to set them free. With a little bounce, they fell out over the fabric.
He looked up at her, his eyes taking in her tits as he feasted on her clit and fingered her cunt.
He kept his pace as she began to rock into him harder.
She reached behind her head with one arm to grab the back of the couch. With the other, reaching in front of her to run her hand through his hair, then pressing his head into her.
"Fuuuck, you know exactly what to do to me" she groaned, "You're gonna make me come".
She felt and heard him moan loudly into her pussy as he enthusiastically committed to the goal.
Her thighs began to quiver as she began to ride the wave. Her pussy contracting around his fingers, her hips meeting the rhythm of his work.
She came hard, trying to speak, but only the animal sounds of her being consumed by her orgasm escaped her, no words.
Her whole body shuddered as she finished into his face.
When she couldn't take anymore, she wrapped her legs around his neck, tightening her thighs. She felt him smile as his face pressed firmly into her pussy, proud of the job he'd done.
He gasped as she released his head and he looked up at her, hungry and hard. He stood up.
