"I'm on my way home, Babe." his sexy masculine voice even after two years together can make me quiver in anticipation. "Anything you want me to pick up on the way?"
"Just you." It's been two days since I'd seen him. I hadn't been able to drop by the fire station to visit.
His laughter over the phone deepens the sensations that make me tremble. I can't wait to kiss his lips and run my fingers through that spiky blonde hair.
"In that case I'll be home soon." He knows what's in store. His voice betrays his own excitement.
I hate being alone when he does his stint at the station, but I always make sure his homecoming is sweet.
I'd already showered, shaved, and was lounging about in my robe. I went into the bedroom and let my robe slip in front of the full length mirror. It was important to me that I always looked appealing to him.
As I studied my reflection, I took stock of my attributes.
I stand about 6'2. I have one of those lanky slender frames, but with a well defined shaped due to a rigorous exercise and diet routine. My hair is dark brown and neatly cut, suitable for a junior executive with ambitions. My eyes are a light grey blue. I'm told that my features are sharp and that I can give killer looks at underlings making them stammer and shake as they try to explain why a deadline hasn't been met.
I reach down and stroke my impatient nine inches of manhood reassuringly.
Scott would be home soon and he'll be pleased to see me freshly shaved and ready for him. I dig through my underwear drawer and find the silk briefs he bought for me. One of my man's turn ons is to have something to remove before we make love. He likes my tight little ass and buys me all sorts of intimate apparel to showcase it for him.
I made the bed earlier using the black satin sheets. My boyishly handsome lover with his dimpled grin, tousled hair, wrestling with me in between those cool slippery sheets was my turn on. I opened the drawer of the bed stand and noted with a frown we were really low on our favorite massage oil. We'd have to improvise. (Perhaps some shortening from the kitchen.)
While I was in the kitchen, I made sure I had some steaks thawed, just in case he'd be hungry first.
I dimmed the lights in the living room and turned on the television. I wondered what was keeping him as I flipped channels mindlessly. It's only a ten minute drive from the station to our house, but thirty minutes had ticked by before I heard the sound of his car pull into the drive.
I didn't get up from the couch. I'd put the robe back on and tried to appear nonchalant as his keys twisted in the lock. I held the remote in one hand and continued to channel surf.
*
"Honey, I'm home." Scott grinned when he saw me sprawled out on the couch. He often called out that greeting thinking it hilarious. I had to admit it was cute. I was feeling contrary by having to wait and felt like playing hard to get. Inwardly my heart was doing flip flops seeing my man in his rumpled uniform. He was carrying a couple small paper sacks.
"Sorry it took me awhile." He knew my moods and was undaunted by my ice queen attitude. He tossed one of the bags at me. I caught it easily and pulled from it a small bottle of our favorite lube. "I happened to remember we were getting low and figured I'd better get some more."
He was forgiven in an instant. I sat up and expressed an interest in the other sack.
"Just some beer and this...." Scott pulled a single red rose from the second bag and held it out to me. "A small token of how much I've missed you."
Scott constantly surprised me by the sweet spontaneous gestures he would make to show me he cared. It touched me to the core.
Two days of need and my love for him propelled me forward. In seconds I was in his strong arms. With savage passion I claimed his lips.
Eagerly, Scott returned my kisses with equal fervor.
I reached up to stroke his cheek, it was rough with stubble, I wanted him now.
"Ron wait." he tired to struggle out of the embrace. "I need to shower first."
He could have showered at the station, but normally he wasted no time when his shift ended to come home to me. His buddies at the station teased him about my having him whipped.
Nobody at the station had a problem with Scott being gay. We were lucky enough to live in a diverse upper class suburb in a big city. Most of the men were neighbors. I was always treated with kindness and respect when I popped in for a visit.
To know Scott is to love him.
I pulled Scott back into a demanding kiss. I enjoyed his scent freshly washed or not.
Scott looked up at me, amusement in his warm brown eyes. He had a quick easy going smile that was infectious. My lover was a few inches shorter than me and huskier in build. He had the physic that turned the heads of both men and women every where we went.
Neither of us were the stereotypical gay male, but for some reason most people had me pegged after a few minutes conversation with me. (I'm told I have some subtle nuances that give me away and that I'm a bit of a diva.) Scott on the other hand was the all American ideal of manliness. Fortunately, there are quite a few gay friendly areas in our city. As our world slowly becomes more enlightened, I can take his hand in public and let everyone know that he belongs to me. I've heard several women mutter 'What a waste'. I admit I enjoy the envious stares we get.
Scott wants to slow things down a notch. He cups my face in his hands and backs away.
