Welcome Home, Part 1 [mf]

You’d been gone more than a week to London and Istanbul, and my desire for you had grown exponentially with each passing day. We were in that phase where every brush of your fingertips traced fire on my skin, and every taste of your flesh was like the sweetest candy, and where we frequently spent entire weekends in bed, devouring each other.

Your plane landed late at night, and though I wanted to pick you up, you demurred, saying you wanted to be rested and refreshed for me.

It was a form of torture to know you were just a few miles away after being an ocean away — but I took a deep breath and waited for your call.

I puttered around my apartment, cleaning it, biding my time…and then the phone rang.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Your voice was breathy, light, excited. I went hard instantly.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Are you rested? Do you want to get something to eat? Do you want me to bring over takeout, or cook?”

I was desperate for you.

“Ummm,” you said, “I am hungry…but, um, I’m outside your door.”

“Oh!” I ran down the hall from my bedroom to the front door, and peered through the peephole.

Sure enough, there you were, wrapped in a long coat, your chestnut brown hair in a messy pile atop your head, with wavy wisps drifting down into your face. You smiled, and I whipped the door open and pulled you inside.

You looked up at me with those sparkling blue, Irish eyes. I looked at you, then grabbed your face in my hands, holding it gently, and leaned in to kiss you. The feel of your soft, yielding lips, the taste of lip balm, the flicking of your tongue, the smell of your flesh, your perfume, your hair, it all washed over me.

I broke the kiss for a moment. “I am so glad you’re home!”

“Me, too.” You grinned.

I grabbed you again, kissing you harder. We stood in my foyer, oblivious to the world, lost in our reunion. My lips covered yours, then roamed to your eyelids, nose, throat, and earlobes. You moaned softly as I sucked on one earlobe, and that drove me wild.

My hands roamed over your coat, feeling the curves beneath. I unbuttoned it, eager to feel closer to you, and it fell open…to reveal that you wore nothing beneath but a cotton demi-bra and string bikini panties, striped in white and black. I momentarily stepped back, surprised, aroused, startled…

“I got them at Harrod’s. I thought you might like them.”

“Uh, yeah, you might say that.” You were 5’3”, all toned muscles and awesome curves thanks to your parentage and your gym habit, and as I stared, all I could think of was the stunning body barely hidden by the bits of cloth you wore.

You walked forward, back into my arms, and nuzzled into my neck, then put your mouth against my ear. “I spent my whole flight home thinking about you and your cock. I want to feel it in my hands. I want to feel it inside me. Take me to your room and FUCK me.”

I needed no further inspiration. I lifted you into my arms, you wrapped your legs around me, and I carried you down the hallway.

We stopped every few feet to kiss, bumping into the walls. My hands squeezed and kneaded your perfect, round, muscled ass. You ground against me, and God, even through my jeans I could feel your swollen heat. I moaned myself, and made it the last few feet to my room.

I threw you down on the bed. You lay on your back, legs slightly apart, hair even messier, staring at me with voracious eyes. I jumped up on the bed, between your legs, and kissed you hard again on the lips, on your neck, and down your chest. I covered your fabric-clad breasts with my lips and fingertips, feeling your nipples stiffen under my touch. I was delighted to find that your new bra had a front clasp. I loosed it and inhaled one of your nipples, sucking hard. You gasped and moaned. I continued to kiss, caress, suck on, and lightly nip your breasts, and your moans got louder and more insistent.

With my mouth busy, I reached a hand down to your thighs, delighting in the soft feel of the skin of your inner thighs. I moved a few fingers gently to your panties, and was rewarded with the unmistakable feel of your swollen, wet pussy lips beneath your panties. You moaned and arched your pussy toward me. I caressed you gently there, feeling you grow hotter and wetter, hearing your breath quicken.

As all this was happening, your hands and lips were everywhere, caressing and kissing my face, my arms, my chest. My shirt had disappeared, and I revelled in the feel of your fingertips and nails skating across my skin.

As I prepared to tear off your panties and dive into tasting you, you stopped me. “I need it now,”’you whispered. I stood back, removed my jeans and boxer briefs, then leaned back in and pulled your panties down and off. You opened your legs, and I slid into you as deeply as I could.

“Ohhhh, Goddddd,” you moaned, feeling me fill you. I began to move inside you, and you wrapped your legs tightly around me, pulling me in more. You were exquisitely tight and wet, and warm. On and on, I drove in and out of you, losing myself in the sounds and other sensations of our lovemaking.

At one point, you unwrapped your legs and put them in the air. They danced as I pounded into you. I grabbed them in each hand, rocked you back, and began to pound down into your depths. “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes, pound my pussy!” you yelled. Your cries grew louder and more frequent, and words disappeared, and I knew you were close. I thrust deeper and harder, feeling you clench around me. I leaned down and growled, “Come for me. Right now.”

With that I felt you convulse around me, your body lost in orgasm. “Oh God Oh God Oh God I’m coming, I’m coming!!!” you yelled, and then began to shriek and shake. The convulsions of your pussy on me were too much, and I felt myself rise to orgasm. As it coursed through me, I surged into you, exploding, over and over, and over. I collapsed on top of you, our bodies covered in sweat, our hair matted and damp.

I rolled off of you, breathing heavily, and looked into your eyes. “Welcome home,” I whispered. You smiled, and closed your eyes.

End, Part 1

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hbdoz/welcome_home_part_1_mf