Driving.Traffic. Phone Calls. Red Lights. Deadlines. Meetings. Sidewalk. Budgets. Procedures. Bosses. Interviews. Door. Proposals. Emails. Acronyms. Upgrades. Hallway.
You.
I hesitate a moment to take you in.
You stood at the end of the hall, your head cocked to the side and a sly smile on your face. You were wearing an old t-shirt that barely reached the waistband of your favorite jeans. No jewelry. No shoes. Just relaxed and comfortable. Your chest swelled pleasantly as you took in a few deep breaths – you must have rushed downstairs to greet me when you heard my keys in the door.
“Welcome home, Si…” a clatter interrupted your words. I’d dropped my keys and bag to the floor.
I crossed the few feet between us quickly, grabbed your face in my hands and crushed my lips into yours. My momentum carried us on until you bumped into the wall behind you.
You froze for a moment, startled by the break from our routine. But you quickly recovered and melded into my kiss, wrapping your arms around me. Our kiss was long, and rough, and intense. As I tried to draw your soul into mine.
I drew back, still holding your face in my hands, and looked you in the eye. The relief must have been evident on my face.
“Is everything ok, sir?” You asked. A look of concern on your face.
“Long day,” I sighed. “It’s good to be home.”
You wrapped your hands around the back of my head and pulled me down until our foreheads pressed against each other. You gently rubbed my cheek and said, “Why don’t we stay in tonight? I’ll order some food. You go take a nice hot shower and relax.”
I came down stair a little while later. Thoughts of work still rampaged my mind, but the shower had been refreshing. I came down with a towel wrapped around my waist, having decided I was too tired to get dressed. I fell into my recliner with a huff and laid my head back.
A moment later you came into the living room a cold beer in your hand. You handed me the beer with your wicked little smile on your face. I took a long pull and looked you up and down.
You’d taken off your jeans and were just wearing the t-shirt and a pair of simple, black panties. “Is there anything else I can do to take care of you sir?”
I felt a growl rumble in my chest and I set the beer down on the table beside me. I held my hand out before me open like I was holding an invisible cup. Your wicked smile widened as you placed a knee on either side of me and slid your throat into my waiting hand.
You started moving your hips, slowly grinding against me, as I tightened my grip on your throat. You let out this sexy little gasp as I cut off your air. You ground yourself into me harder and I felt myself grow almost painfully hard against you.
I pulled your face toward me and clamped my mouth on yours. When I released the pressure from your throat you gasped, fighting to draw air from between our lips.
You reached down and tugged the towel off me. As out tongues met you pulled your panties to the side and slid yourself onto me. I tightened my grip on your throat again and pushed you back just far enough that I could see your eyes. You worked your hips just right, sensual and excruciatingly slow.
I pulled your mouth against mine and let you breath once more. You wrapped your hands around my head and placed your cheek against mine, your lips brushing against my ear.
“Do you need to hurt me, sir?” You purred.
I slid my hands up your back, running my hands into your hair, trying to pull you harder onto me. “Later,” I growled. “I just need this right now.”
“Whatever Sir needs,” you said sweetly. Then you put your teeth on my ear lobe and bit down. Hard.
That broke some wall inside me.
I let out a pained groan, grabbed your ass on my hands, and stood. You wrapped your legs around me as I rushed forward until we crashed into the wall. I pinned your shoulders against the wall and thrust myself into you. You quickly caught my rhythm and lifted yourself by your legs and let yourself crash down into my thrust. Our bodies became one and you threw your head back as you moaned. I bit down on your neck and tried to force myself deeper inside you.
Your clothes got in the way and it drove me crazy. I let your legs drop to the floor and ripped the shirt up over your head.
I took your breast into my mouth, sucking, and flicking, and biting. I spun you around toward the center of the room. Followed behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. The band of your panties snapped and I ripped them off. I pushed on your back and pulled on your waist, bending you over just enough that I could slip inside you again.
I grabbed your breasts with both hands, clamping tightly, using them to pull you hard against me. The sounds of our skin meeting made loud slapping noises that filled the living room.
I thrust into you harder and harder. At one point you lost your balance and fell onto the couch. I fell with you, my hands landing on the back of your head. I pushed your head down into the cushions as I continued to use you.
Your body took me. You took my frustration. You absorbed my need.
I felt your body tense and heard your moans get louder and sharper. I followed close behind as I exploded inside you.
Our bodies slowly relaxed and we both slid down to the floor. I laid on my back and you curled up on my chest. I rubbed your back, and pulled a strip of hair from your face that had clung to our sweat.
Moments later, with a gentle sigh you said, “Is that what you needed, Sir?”
I let out a long slow groan. “You were exactly what I needed baby girl.”
You lifted your head and again gave me your devilish grin. Your hand slowly slid down my chest, down my abdomen, until you were lightly teasing me with your fingers. I felt myself growing hard once again as you said, “Are you sure that is all that Sir needs?
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