Walking up the steps, his shoulders were slumped. It had been a long day full of endless customer meetings and frantic Sales teams. He walked slowly rolling his shoulders and tried to stretch the tension in his neck. Another day, another dollar, but at least it was done for now. He took stock of the rest of the day and what all needed to be done before he could crawl into the bunk and try to prepare for the next day. He secretly hoped for a quick dinner and a little quiet time on the couch before retiring, but one never knows what life may throw at you. At least it was summer, so no homework.
He smiled inwardly at the thought of the couch time. It was always his favorite piece of the day. For him, it was place as comfortable as any on earth because of her. It was their sanctuary. She would lean on him and they would talk about the day. He would wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear something in her ear. He never knew what it was going to be, but it always came to him. Just a tidbit, different than the standard "I love you", to let her know she still lit his way. The smile broadened and he reached for the door.
The handle eluded him somehow as the door opened seemingly on its own. It slowly revealed a dim room that he knew well and a smile that he never tired of seeing. She was standing half hidden behind the door. She was dressed simply in her favorite robe.
He had picked it up on a whim in some far away land all those years ago. He hadn't been looking for anything, rather just killing time when he saw it. It was a simple, if well-made, silk robe of a deep, rich navy blue. It was patterned with dragons that had reminded him of her inner fire. It was her embodied and he bought it. Had he known the pleasure he would have received from it, he would have paid five times the paltry some to have it for her. It was her every day robe and that made him love it all the more. She put it on after her shower every morning. It smelled of her skin and he had kissed her a thousand times in that robe.
"Hey, Baby," she offered demurely.
"Ahh..." was about all that came to his usually acute mind.
She chuckled and pulled him inside by the shirt.
"The kids are at my sister's place for the night. I thought we might waste an evening together."
The mind partially reengaged. The tension in his shoulders vanished. As the door swung shut, he noted the candlelight and a simple plate of meat, cheese and bread next to a bottle of wine already corked and breathing. "One of those nights," he thought and grinned broadly. His heart started pounding. She would be anxious. He never knew what to expect and he was never disappointed. He loved that.
As the door clicked shut, she leaned all her weight and pushed him hard against it. His shoulders slammed back into the hardwood.
He chuckled, "Good to see you too, Lover. And how was your day?"
"Shut up, You," she responded playfully. "You kept me waiting..."
She grabbed a couple belt loops and pulled her body into his. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she evaded. She ran a hand up over his chest to his face and cupped his chin. She pushed his face skyward exposing his throat. She bit him. He didn't respond outwardly other than his breathing faltered momentarily. Now it was her turn to grin.
She unbuttoned his top button and kissed the top of his chest. Undid another and spread the collar slowly, letting her nails slide against his skin. She lightly kissed his collarbone. Fingers deftly unfastened the next two. She kissed his chest then lightly nipped his nipples in turn. Another button, another kiss until the shirt was wide open and she was tugging at his belt which quickly gave way. Another button magically opened and the zipper fell. She slid the pants down slowly kissing the flesh that was exposed until they fell away.
Her hands gripped his thighs and he felt the warm embrace of her mouth engulfing his rising manhood. He had no time to ache or to long for her touch, none of her teasing that he secretly enjoyed, just a brisk dive into a sea of pleasure. Her hands stroked his legs and abdomen. She moved surely but slowly, willing him to harden. His body obeyed.
She grabbed him by the base and examined her work. He was thick and rigid. She seemed amused with her work.
"Watch," she said and he complied staring down at her.
She held his gaze as she licked him along his length alternately flicking her tongue or kissing. Their eyes remained locked. He recognized this dance and reveled in it. Her velvet tongue's touch so light, it was almost imperceivable compared to her hand gripping him. It teased and tempted, but it didn't sate. Watching her, he hungered. She could feel him starting to throb in her hand.
"Something you want, Baby?" she smiled.
He growled and started to say something but she put an end to any words as she broke the eye contact and took him deeply as she was able. A groan came from him as aching released and the pleasure began. The teasing was done.
Her rhythm quickened. He reached and interlaced his fingers in her hair. He arched his head back enraptured. The furious pace continued and he was lost in another world. The pleasure welled in him. His hand gripped her hair and he started to move with her strokes, thrusting himself hard into her mouth. A sound escaped his lips that emanated from his very soul. She slowed to a deliberate steady routine and he, with a shout to heaven, exploded into her. Unfalteringly she continued for a moment while he emptied. His fingers slipped away from her hair. One final deep stroke made his breath catch and as she withdrew, she lightly raked her teeth on the shaft. He was left quivering leaning back on the wall.
He heard her giggle. Undoubtedly taking stock of him weak kneed and gasping.
"Hungry?" she said as she walked away toward the sustenance.
"You have no idea," came the response and he grabbed her arm forcibly and culled her back. The other hand found its handle in her hair again and drew her mouth to his.
As rough as the hand was that arrested her arm or as tight as the other pulling her hair, so too was the kiss tender. He kissed her slowly and willfully, their lips meeting and brushing, their tongues intertwined and dancing. He was aware of her scent, light and sweet, and the feel of her mouth, hot and salty. They melted sumptuously together and as she relented for a second, his hands loosened and fell to her body, encircling her.
