This is a continuation of my first installment, Coming Home To Me. Enjoy.
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Dave and I pulled up into our driveway, and into the garage. All the time here, I had been grinning like a cat, glancing over to him in the passenger seat. He looked totally so good sitting close to me with his hand wrapped around my neck, playing with my hair like he loved to.
The ride home had been eventful, with us pulling over and having our way with each other. We just couldn't wait till we got home; our urges had to be satisfied. Lucky we didn't get caught and arrested!
As soon as we drove in, Dave was out of the seat in a flash.
"Leave the bags, come," he asked, his voice in a slight growl. I guess he was as hot as I was.
I quickly switched off the car and did as he bid, sashaying over to his side of the car. He quickly divested me of my overcoat, and my little dress soon followed. I shivered slightly in the draught that blew under the garage door. Standing there before him, in the dim lighting, in nothing but my heels, Dave slowly twirled me, looking -- no, drinking in the sight before him. I felt his searing look as he looked me over, his hand running slowly down my side. It was as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
I broke the spell of his gaze. "Well, aren't you a little over dressed over there, mister?"
"Why don't you do something about it then?" He chuckled as I came to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. I did quick work of it, ripping it out of his jeans, those jeans that sat so snugly around his form, his cock clearly stiff, wanting out again. My hands slipped his shirt off his back, and I run them along his firm, toned abs, and up, tweaking a nipple as I went along. He groaned in pleasure, and I could feel his cock hard against me as I leaned into a deep passionate kiss. I started rubbing myself along this hard rod, my pussy almost on fire, wanting to feel his long, hard cock in me again.
Coming up for air, I broke up from him, and without saying a word, unbuckled his jeans and made him step out of his shoes and them. Standing before me, naked, was the man I longed to make love to for two years. His dark skin rippled as he moved his arms, and his cock thrust towards me, standing proud. I wrapped my hand around it, drawing a quick intake of breath from him. He watched as I knelt down and in one swift move, took him into my mouth, all 10 inches of hard, black cock. I sucked hard, and he groaned in pleasure, his hand on the back of my head, urging me on. One of my hands went up to cup his balls, playing with them. I released his cock with an audible pop. He looked down on me, somewhat disappointed, but I gave him a knowing smile. My other hand wrapped around him and I started rubbing up and down, while my tongue made my way to lick his balls. I could literally feel him growing even harder in my hand, and I knew he was close to cumming.