It was a day like any other, he got home from work, sweaty and covered in dirt from being outside working all day.
“Hey baby,” he said, hugging me and planting a slow, sensual kiss on my lips.
“Hey,” I replied quietly, and looked into his eyes, hoping to convey my desire for him. Smelling his sweat made me wetter than I already was from just thinking about fucking him all day.
He proceeded to strip and get ready to shower, and I watched him like a predator as he did, hungry for what I saw.
I waited patiently in bed for him to finish, scrolling on my phone to pass the time.
Finally, he emerged from the bathroom and came to lay down.
I started massaging his shoulders, listening to his moans as I ironed out the stress from the day. I started to kiss him on the neck and shoulders, and listened as his moans got deeper and more animalistic, my desire growing.
Then his phone rang. He answered it, it was a friend, and he invited him over. I was silently annoyed.