Marc and I met online when we were both going through dark times and we helped each other through. He was in an unhappy marriage and I had just left my long term boyfriend. My ex was very vanilla and I'm more kinky than he could cope with. Marc's wife had lost interest in sex two years before we met and she never got into his need for dominance. She never let him "release the beast". She was also really cold towards their kids, I called him super Papa because that's how I saw him.
We started out as just friends, nothing more than that. He wouldn't jeopardise his marriage, or chance losing his kids, even though he fell in love with me.
That all changed the day he came come early from work and found her in bed with someone else. He packed up and left that day, picking the kids up from school and taking them to their grandparents. His wife caused the dissolution of their marriage but he wouldn't separate the kids from their mother so he agreed to joint custody. He moved into an apartment locally and took more hours at work to keep himself distracted.
Then my job had me relocate so I moved, close to him.
Six months after we began actually seeing each other he had to go away for three weeks on a business trip.
On the day of his return...
I hear the car in the driveway as I sit on the couch in the living room, excitement runs through my veins. Marc's work has kept him away for five whole days and I've really missed him. Missed his arms holding me, missed the way he kisses me, missed how safe he makes me feel and missed the way he owns me completely. I've only been on the couch for about ten minutes, I spent a few hours pampering myself, preparing for his return.
I jump to my feet and run to the door, waiting for the knock, anticipating how he's going to react when I open the door in my white t shirt and denim shorts.
Two knocks sound on the door and I take a deep breath, not wanting him to know I'm standing right behind it. I open the door and a devilish smile crosses his face when he sees me. He drops his bag just inside the door and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him. Kissing me deeply, I hungrily return the kiss as my arms wrap around his strong back. He move us inside the house and closes the door with his foot, throwing me against the wall. He pins me there as his mouth takes mine again, my arms pinned above my head as he devours my mouth.
"Keep them there!" He instructs, I nod. He grabs ahold of the collar of my white t shirt and pulls, ripping it open to reveal my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra which makes him groan. His left hand grabs my breast, kneading it roughly as he licks and bites my neck. His mouth descends lower to my nipple, taking the pointed tip into his mouth savagely, I close my eyes and moan. He sucks hard making my hips buck in response, his right hand kneading my other breast before he attacks it with his mouth. His hand moves lower and reaches into my panties, touching my soaking pussy. Standing upright again, he rubs my sensitive bud as he kisses me deeply.
"Marc..." I moan. His movements become quicker, like my moaned word flipped a switch in him releasing the animal within. He practically rips my shorts off my body.
"I need to be inside you, now!" He spits out harshly as he spins me around, my breasts pressed against the wall. I hear the sound of boots hitting the floor and a zipper opening. I turn my head slightly and look at him as he pulls off his shirt, standing naked before me. I arch my back, presenting my ass to him.