*As far as travel days go, this one hasn’t been too bad,* I reflected as I waited for my baggage at the carousel. Nice, short flights, reasonable layovers, no running anywhere. And, at the end of it all, I get to see my wonderful husband. I bit my lip thinking about him. We’ve been apart for three weeks and I simply *could not wait* to pounce on him as soon as we got home.
*Thump thump* went the luggage, down onto the belt, and I spotted mine, snagged it, and headed out into the chilly, slightly damp night to meet my husband. He had parked all the way at the end of the arrivals pickup area, and I grinned broadly when he stepped out of the driver’s side door. *He really is the complete package,* I thought to myself. Tall, handsome, hair that would make a Disney prince green with envy. Manual labor had given him some truly fabulous muscles, especially on his arms, shoulders, and back.
We met near the trunk of the car and kissed, hot passion flaring up in my body. It had been *way* too long. He pulled back and grinned at me mischievously. “Let’s get you home,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
We spent the drive home catching up on how things had been for the last several weeks, home life and work life. As we stopped at a red light, he casually placed his hand on the inside of my thigh and gripped it tightly. The pressure made me gasp, and I could feel that tingly warmth starting in my loins. He withdrew his hand as the light turned green, leaving me breathless and aching.
It only took a few minutes to get everything inside once we got home, and of course we headed straight for the bedroom. He followed me into the room and stopped me by gripping my shoulders and pulling me close. Suddenly, all I could feel were his teeth, sinking into the back of my neck, and his hands roaming the front of my body. My gasps became whimpers and then moans, as my knees threatened to buckle on me and I groped blindly behind me to find his rock hard cock pressing against me through his pants. He moaned against my neck and practically began tearing my clothing off me. Soon enough, we were naked and I was kneeling in front of him, almost begging to suck his cock. I licked at the tip, which was already oozing a drop of precum, and began alternating between bobbing my head on his dick and long, sensual licks up and down his shaft.
“Oh God, I’ve missed this,” I moaned.
“I’ve missed *you*,” he countered, his breathing ragged. Roughly, he pulled me up off the floor and dragged me on top of him on the bed, placing my aching pussy directly over his face, and plunged his tongue directly into my cunt, licking so hungrily it was almost desperate. I wrapped my lips around his cock again, and both of us moaned into each other’s most sensitive spots. Dear gods, he was hitting all the right spots! I had to come up for air when I felt first one, then two fingers slide inside me, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself approaching orgasm, and I returned to my sucking with renewed fervor, taking his throbbing cock into my mouth as deep as I could while working his shaft with my fist, or playing with his balls. I fucking love hearing him moan like that, it gets me so wet.
Soon enough I felt his cock start to twitch, and then I felt his cum spurting into my mouth, onto my face and hand, bathing me in his musk. I turned my head toward him, a questioning smile on my lips, and he shook his head. “No way am I only cumming once tonight,” he growled. “Come here.”
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, then put my feet against his shoulders and leaned down toward me, carefully aiming his still-hard cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as he slowly slid into me, a little bit at a time, pausing so I could adjust to his girth. Then he began to move, making slow, steady thrusts and hitting my g-spot at the end of each one. It was wild, and I could feel an orgasm building, receding, building again in rhythm with his movements. I began to moan, guttural, animalistic noises escaping from my throat as I became desperate to cum. And cum I did, the waves of pleasure crashing down on me and convulsing my entire body as I cried out in pleasure. And still he continued, moving faster now as my voice spurred him on, until he was pounding my pussy so savagely I barely had room to breathe. Orgasm after orgasm built up and broke over me, until finally they blurred together and my world was just me cumming, my pussy clenching down on his cock and feeling our mingled juices running down onto my ass. I moaned, I groaned, and I screamed. I couldn’t help but scream. Not words, just feral cries of pleasure being ripped from my throat as my breasts bounced in time to his thrusts. My hands clenched on his arms where he leaned over me, my fingernails digging into his skin as my entire body tensed as hard as it could.
I could hear him groaning too, his voice reaching a crescendo every time I came, my pussy clamping down on him. Suddenly, he pulled away, and in one fluid motion had me flipped onto my face, ass in the air, and re-entered me from behind.
The new spots he hit from this angle made me cum again, even harder. He pounded me from behind, his balls slapping my ass. The only sound in the whole house was our moans and grunts, and the sound of flesh against soaking wet flesh. I could feel his powerful hands gripping my hips to pull me against him, with one hand releasing every now and then to rake his fingernails down my back. After several minutes of this position, I could feel a change in his rhythm. He was becoming more erratic, his cries more desperate. I turned my head towards him, looking over my shoulder, and moaned “Oh god yes, cum for me, cum with me, cum in me!” and he roared as his cock exploded with cum inside me.
We both collapsed onto the bed, and he pulled me close to him. We lay that way for a few moments, catching our breath together, and then he pulled my face close, kissed me softly, and said, “Welcome home.”
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