She's been gone for 3 days and I'm quickly going nuts. I miss her. Every little thing about her. How she laughs, blinks, snores, breathes ...everything. To provide the slightest bit of comfort, I pull open a drawer in her dresser where she keeps her old t-shirts. Bringing it to my nose, I take a deep breath, "Babe, I miss you."
I pull my own shirt off and slip hers on. The fabric, worn thin with age, is soft as silk and cool as a breeze. I take off my shoes and let my hair out of its clip. Wearing only her t-shirt and my own underwear, I walk out onto our balcony.
The view of the city is amazing. The flashing lights of an approaching plane catch my eye and I imagine she's on it instead of being thousands of miles away. I watch as it disappears behind the distant landscape and the sun follows it. I watch the lights below begin to flicker to life. They're turned on in waves as the sky darkens. I watch in silence as dozen more planes land. Around 8:30, exhaustion overtakes me and I retire to our big, empty bed.
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The softest touch on my shoulder rouses me out of my sleep, but just barely enough for me to grunt. Another touch, with a little more pressure, makes me sigh and my eyelids flutter. One more touch, firm and warm, drags my eyes open. Before I can turn my head, she whispers, "Hi, beautiful."
"Welcome home, baby." I turn my head to her because she won't let me roll onto my back. She kisses me hard and passionately. I can tell she missed me, too. "I thought you weren't coming home for another three days."
When her hands start roaming my body, I suddenly feel silly for sleeping in her shirt. She pulls the covers off me and mumbles, "I might have told a tiny lie." Sliding her hands against my skin and under the hem of her shirt, she smiles against my ear and whispers, "You look damn sexy in my t-shirt."
She teases my thigh and hip with her fingertips, stroking up and down. Chills break out all over me. I groan...I can't help it. It's been so long, it seems. As she kisses my neck from behind, her hand slides down my hip and between my thighs. I hiss, "Yes."
I arch my back, pressing my hips against hers and my shoulders against her chest. As her fingers tease me softly, she whispers in my ear, "You're so beautiful. I've missed you so much. I've wanted to do this since I got on the plane home." Pushing me onto my stomach, she helps me take her shirt off. When she straddles my legs, I realize she's naked, too. She bends and kisses my shoulder softly, making me sigh.
With her fingers trailing lightly over my body, from my shoulder blades to the curve at the small of my back, she keeps kissing my neck. When I've taken all I can, she moves down my spine, placing soft kisses along either side. When her hand slides over the curve of my hip, I grit my teeth with anticipation. She shifts, swinging one leg over me and kneeling beside me on the bed. When her hand slides under me, it's her turn to hiss, "Ooh you're warm."
