"Where have you been, I've been waiting for forever."
"I told you I had to work late."
I pushed the door shut behind him and grabbed his hips. I leaned into him, kissing him hard, hungrily, and my tongue pushing against his lips, into his mouth.
"I missed you too," he said laughing. "Wow. Welcome home."
"Come on sailor, you've got some work to do."
I turned off the the stove, the last thing I wanted happening was the fire department breaking down the door because I burned dinner. I grabbed him by the hand, leading him through the apartment, to the bedroom.
We stood next to each other, only the light from a couple of candles dancing across the walls and the ceiling.
"Very romantic," he said.
"There' no romance tonight, mister," I said as I started undressing him. The tie was off; the shirt was thrown onto the floor.
"Where's the seduction."
I grabbed at his crotch and felt his cock, hard, thick in my hand.
"You don't want to be seduced; you want the same thing I want."
I dropped his pants and pushed him onto the bed. I slid off my sleep pants and camisole and straddled him. I ground my pussy against his cock. I arched my back and pinched my nipples, while I slid back and forth along his cock. I stopped for a moment and spit on my hand and smeared my saliva along the shaft. I started to slide on him again, his cock fitting perfectly along my slit. As I thrust forward, his head would rub my clit, teasing it at first, so I rocked faster, with longer strokes, letting the head of his cock push against my clit hard, and then I just stayed in that one spot, the long strokes abandoned and I rubbed against the head of his cock hard and fast.
It started in my pussy, an overwhelming rush of warmth and wetness that made my clit tingle and my legs go numb and a wave of heat rushed up my body to my belly and breasts, flushing my face and I moaned and fell forward onto him.
"Wow, that was great."
"Glad I could help."
"You're not done yet." I kissed him hard, all tongue and lips, nothing gentle or sweet. Just raw. "Fuck me."
