He would be back home any minute now.
She was nearly delirious with anticipation. It had been so long since they'd seen each other. So long apart. So long without the soothing comfort of each other's presence. Nervous with excitement, she busied herself with a flurry of small tasks: cleaning this, dusting that, arranging this—anything to occupy her time as the minutes interminably dragged on.
She had obsessed over what to wear that morning. Tried and retried outfits. How should she look? What would he like? Finally she'd settled on a loose white pleated skirt, perfectly contrasting with the smooth, dark tan of her legs, and a fitted tube top, tracing the outline of her slender waist and accentuating the curve of her breasts. Braless, she knew that her dark nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, and the thought that this would arouse him turned her on even more.
She was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. Having waited for this moment for so long, she was too startled to move, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights, sponge in hand over the kitchen countertop. Rooted in place, she heard him drop his bags and make his way to her.
Like a cat, she thought. She turned around to face him and he was on her. There were no words exchanged. He simply swept her into his arms, his weight pushing her back over the countertop, and embraced her.
His kiss was hungry, ravenous. His tongue thrust deep into her, his want overpowering, and distantly she heard herself moan in response, months of need and want surging into their embrace.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back. They looked into each others eyes, briefly, the look of impassioned intensity in his almost too much for her to handle.
He grabbed her by the hip and flipped her around, her back to him now, and with his other hand pushed her upper body down so she was leaning over the counter. Almost before she realized what was happening he had flipped her skirt up over her hips and roughly yanked her panties down to the floor.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, the first words he had spoken to her. Without a moment's hesitation, she widened her stance, her pale behind fully exposed to him, elbows resting on the counter. She heard him unzip his pants and turned her head back to glance at him. Seeing his hard cock spring to life in his hand she bit her lower lip as a fresh wave of desire swept through her, her hips instinctively arching back in response.
Oh, how she craved him! Craved his presence enveloping her, inside her. Craved to be filled by his hardness, by his want.
There was no foreplay. He stood himself between her parted legs and slid his cock into her. She was moist and eager and he slid all the way, his hips pressing against her ass, pushing her forward against the counter's edge.
"Ooooooh," she moaned, swept by the sensation of pleasure and want that coursed through her.
He fucked her then. Not gently. But with deep, hard thrusts that slapped against her ass and made her whole body quiver, lifting her off her feet. Her moans intensified and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the act.
A sharp slap on her ass shocked her back to attention.
"Don't just stand there, fuck me," he reprimanded. Spank. "Come on! Fuck me with that sexy ass of yours!"
