I’m home early. I open the front door and walk into the living room where I expect you to be waiting, but find it empty. I can hear the bed rocking upstairs and quietly make my way to our bedroom door that you left cracked. Peeking through I see you wearing nothing but one of my shirts as you lay on your stomach, hands between your legs. Your body moves and sways, lifting your ass into the air enough for me to see your sticky fingers, wet with your own pleasure. Some swirl over your clit, making you moan while others are inside of you, getting to feel your sweet warmth all around them. I can feel my cock throbbing in my pants as they get tighter around me. I keep watching you gasp for air and play with your glistening slit as I silently unbuckle and take my pants off, taking a few seconds to stroke myself. You’ve never let me watch you jill yourself before. I take the scene in a bit longer until I can’t stand it anymore. Taking my shirt off as I enter the room, the creaking door finally makes my presence known. Your gasp as you roll over is of shock rather than pleasure as you use one hand to cover your pussy and the other covers your lips. I can see from the foot of the bed your hard nipples peeking through the shirt and how wet you’ve accidentally gotten your lips with your hand over your mouth. “How long have you been home??” You ask, still out of breath and with your hair a mess. “Long enough to know you want the real thing.” I tell you as I get on the bed, crawling over you. You take my hard dick in your hands, still wet from yourself as you lean up to kiss me. The taste on your lips is a teaser to what I really want. I kiss down your body, pulling the shirt off of you and kissing your perfectly tense nipples until you run your fingers through my hair and I continue until I get to where we both want me to be. You moan and arch your back as my tongue finds your clit. I love the squeak you make as I taste from the bottom of your opening, in and through your lips, before going back and plunging it into you. Your nails dig into my head as I eat, lick, and suck your wet pussy. Your legs are shaking around me as you try to hold out just a bit longer, savoring it until your body ripples with satisfaction. The smell of sweat and your deliciousness is like a drug as I crave more. You roll me under you and I feel your warm mouth as you let your teeth drag just ever so slightly up and down my shaft. I let out a sigh as you go all the way down, letting me feel the back of your throat. Your hands caress my sack, making me squirm. I can’t keep track of how long you’ve been sucking and looking at me with those begging eyes, but it never feels like long enough. I try to hold back one final time before letting go and letting it happen. I moan loudly as I cum in your mouth, feeling it soak around the tip of me before you swallow it and drag your teeth off of me one final time, making me exhale and shiver. You lay next to me, my shaft in your hand as you make sure I’m recovered enough to finish the job. Your tongue fights with mine over whose mouth we’re going to share in a sloppy, high school style makeout. I know you can feel me throbbing again. Your mouth was incredible, but I know your snatch is heaven. As soon as I can get done thinking it, you’re already on top of me, leaned back, showing off your perfectly smooth and absolutely soaking pussy. I can see a dribble of you running down your leg. Fuck, you want to feel me. I want to feel you too. Before you do, you take me in your hand and tease yourself with the head of me. Long, slow, agonizing strokes up you and then back down, only barely letting the tip hint at entering. “Fuck baby, please…” I gasp. You sort up and onto me as we both moan in unison. Your hot snatch stretches around me, squeezing juices out of you that rush down us. I can watch your lips gripping me hard as you bounce up and down on me. Your perfect breasts hang and bounce in rhythm with your hips. My hand find them and play with your nipples, garnering a few light “oh” sounds from your open lips. Your hands drag across my chest, leaving red marks where your fingers dig in as you change to gyrating on me, rubbing your clit against my pelvis. I put my thumb on it as well, applying a gentle pressure that sends stars through you. You slow and press harder, pacing yourself. I didn’t come here to pace. I came here to fuck. Hard. I roll you off of me and get off of the bed, pulling you to me. A smile spreads across your face as you realize what’s happening. I lift your legs over my shoulders and plunge deep into with a single thrust, hearing how wet you are as I take you with deep, hard strokes. I catch your gasps in your throat as my hand clenches around it. Fuck you’re tight. Watching your grip squeeze around my cock and feeling the heat of inside you just makes me fuck you harder. My free hand tortures your clit again, making you move all sorts of ways until you buck beneath me and I feel you tighten even more around me, constricting me and feeling even better than before. I drive myself in hard one last time before cumming with you, feeling my hot mess fill you up and even come out of you some. I pull myself from you, your lips not wanting to let me go. My cum drips out of you with your own letting it slide down across your ass. Next time I’ll have to save myself to have some fun in there. Until then though, we needs towels. And a shower.