I'm at home waiting on you to return. You've been out and about all day today, running errands for work and home. I hear you come in the front door. The moment you enter the living room I can tell something is up. You drop your stuff on the floor and flop on the couch next to me. You don't even look over at me, you just stare at the celing. I give you a few moments to relax a little before I climb up on the back of the couch behind you and begin to give you a massage. Your head falls forward with a groan. You're very tense so I work my thumbs and the heels of my hands on each knot in your neck and shoulders. The way you lean forward to give me better access to your lower neck lets me know I'm doing exactly what you needed.
Once I feel the knots starting to ease I move and straddle your lap. You open your mouth to say something but I stop you with a kiss. A kiss that burns a trail from your lips, along your jaw, to your neck, and back up to your ear. I give your ear a light nip as my hands slide to the waistband of your jeans. The button is pushed though the hole and the zipper is pushed down. I slide my hand inside your pants and wraps around your cock. My hand pumps you lightly, the fabric of your boxers adding to the feeling.
