My lover had been away for a business trip for six days, and I hadn’t realised how much I’d miss him until he came back. Despite the jet lag, we were both very excited for the welcome back sex …
He landed back in London at 3pm but I had some prior arrangements and couldn’t meet him until 7pm. I could have met him at 6 actually, but I took extra long getting ready. I made sure I was squeaky clean and completely shaven, straightened my hair and also put on my favourite perfume. I decided to wear a black dress that had a low cut back. No bra or panties, but I did wear black thigh high socks. By the time I get to the station near his place, I’m actually very nervous.
He’s wearing shorts and a t-shirt because it’s so sunny today. He looks tired but good, and smells great when we hug each other. Then, linking hands, we walk back to his place as I ask him how his trip has been. Even though nothing eventful happened, I still laugh at the stories and I find myself filled with a happy sensation, really glad that he’s back.
Six days isn’t a long time, but I’m nervous when I get into his room. I sit down on his bed, which is rather low, he bends down and kisses me. I think about getting up again to kiss him better, but he pushes me onto my back. We lie like that for a while, him on top of me, simply kissing each other. Somehow I felt as if I forgot how to kiss him. I’m tentative at first, exploring his mouth with my tongue, feeling his lips against mine. He kisses me back harder though and soon it’s like a challenge, both of us getting rougher.
His hands slide up my legs and he stops kissing me when he realises I’m not wearing panties. He gives me this sort of growl, then lifts up my entire body to place me more securely on the bed. Then before I can do anything about it, he has moved down between my legs. He pushes them apart and even though I protest, he starts kissing the inside of my thighs. I’ve never been that comfortable receiving oral but I know he likes to give it so I lie back and try not to clamp my legs too hard over him.
I feel his tongue probing down me, his tongue flicking against the clit and then licking inside the lips. I feel him tasting me and although I’m embarrassed my body betrays me by getting extremely wet. I blush furiously as he starts to really lick away, sticking his tongue into me and lapping up my juices. Before long I’m arching my back and crying out, unable to contain the orgasm that’s building up inside of me. My whole body has gone red from the embarrassment though. He’s asked before why I dislike it, I don’t dislike it but I always nervous I’ll taste funny or I’ll kick him in the face or something. This doesn’t worry him though as he pushes me over the edge and I cum all over his face.
I quickly hide under the covers, but he just laughs and tells me he enjoyed it (but not as much as you did I think!). He takes my hand and places it on his rock hard erection. My embarrassment is instantly forgotten as I touch him. I like the silky feeling underneath my fingers, and still under the covers I wriggly down to return the favour. I’ve only just started to suck him a little when he pulls me off, throwing away the covers as well. I’m a little disappointed, but not for long, as he positions himself above me and thrusts in quickly.
It feels amazing to be filled up so quickly. It’s almost overwhelming and I cry out as I cling to him. No slow build up, just hard and fast. Both of us missing the contact and desperate to fill the need. I cling onto him, my hands digging into his strong back as he pushes into me. My legs wrap around him and my hips buck up off the bed to take him in deeper. We are both sweating, kissing, fucking like animals. I almost instantly cum again, hard, over him and I can feel him tensing up above me. Then with a couple last hard thrusts he collapses on top of me. I marvel at his weight, both of us panting, bodies hot and slick. I bite his shoulder playfully.
“You should go away more, because this welcome back sex is the best.”