Awaiting a Homecoming
She relaxes on her sofa while she waits for his return, but he is running late, and she allows herself a moment to daydream.
There she lay, on the couch, her legs bent at the knee, her heels tucked up to her bum, her elbow pressed to the arm-rest, supporting the weight of her head. Her eyes were closed, her thoughts taking her in all directions as she waited the return of her guy. He was late, but that didn't bother her. She took a deep breath and began to follow just one of her many thoughts to see where it would take her.
She pictured him in her minds eye; his dark eyes - deep pools of wisdom that always carried that little glint whenever he looked at her - his angular face, his strong forehead, his tousled brown hair. As she formed his picture behind her eyelids, she became aware of her heart beating, of her breath becoming deeper. She sighed as she waited, running her fingertips slowly through her hair, tucking her locks behind her ear, feeling her own gentle caress on her ear-lobe and her cheek.
She let her hand fall down to her neck as her mind conjured the image of him that she enjoyed most, when she watched him in the shower through the bathroom door each morning. She enjoyed seeing his toned torso glistening under the falling water, the way the beads of water clung to his skin, then fell in rivulets over his back and thighs. She formed that picture now, hearing the soft trickle of the shower in her mind, and as her hand drifted lazily to her breast, she felt her chest rise and then the peak of her nipple through the cup of her lace brassiere beneath her t-shirt.
She let it rest a moment, then began to slowly circle her fingertip around her breast, enjoying the delicate curve. Her skin tingled as her finger moved, and she shifted slightly, breathing deeply as she imagined watching her lover lather his body with soapy suds.
She closed her palm against her mound, curling her fingers to squeeze her soft flesh. Eyes still closed, she pursed her lips to form a kiss, releasing a quiet moan as she felt a warmth begin to spread through her body. Her hand moved down to her tummy, her open palm caressing the cotton of her t-shirt. When it reached the hem, she lifted it, thinking with pleasure as her fingers touched her skin.
A deeper sigh, and she lifted the cup of her bra from her breast, touching lightly on her hard nipple, then squeezing it between her finger and thumb, sending a shiver through her spine.
'Mmmmmmm', she purred, as her fingers worked a familiar magic on her flesh. Pressing herself down into the couch, she lifted one knee and opened her thighs, letting her fingers dance down over her belly, over her shorts, to touch her bare leg, causing her to lift her hips involuntarily to her own touch.
Her picture of him narrowed to his face as she imagined him turning to face her, his strength apparent in the firmness of his gaze. She saw the look of approval in his eyes as his fingers lathered soap into his beard, and her imagined gaze moved down his naked wet body as she pressed the heel of her hand to her pubic mound.
Her fingers unbuttoned her shorts and slipped quietly beneath the waistband of her little panties, combing into the small triangle of her pubic hair. She found herself hungry for her own touch, her labia swollen and moist. Her nails drew over her engorged flesh, slipping in the moisture brought forth by her arousal. Rolling her pelvis, she touched herself gently, feeling shivers through her core as her mouth opened in a silent sigh, drawing a deep, longing breath.
She turned herself upward, lifting her knee against the back of the couch, dropping her other foot off on to the floor as she pressed her shoulders back into the seat, her head resting on the arm behind her. Her fingers delved, her panties taut against the back of her hand.
Taking her shorts in both hands, she drew them down to her ankles and tugged her panties down over her thighs. Exposed to the evening air, she returned one hand to her wet pussy as the other grazed the insides of her thighs with her fingernails.
Circling her fingertip over her clitoris, she rocked her hips against her hand, bringing forth the awakenings of her first climax deep in her core. Her fingers drifted down between her slick wet folds as she became aware of her sweet scent in the air around her. Her fingertip found the tight little gap of her pussy, circling around it before curling inside, opening herself, feeling her most sensitive skin give to the gentle pressure of her explorative digit.
Her body began to shiver as the pad of her forefinger found her g-spot, her thighs quivering as her climax built, rolling through her like a wave in the ocean, breaking with foaming crests as it washed through her mind, causing her to writhe on the couch in her pleasure. Her eyelids tight shut, she felt her eyes rolling into the back of their sockets as she came, a bliss spreading through her core, leaving her all the more sensitive in the warm glow of her aftermath.
As a smile spread across her lips, she opened her eyes to see a shadow cast across her. Turning her gaze she saw him standing in the doorway, that approving gaze upon her for real. Besuited, he had returned at last and was watching her in the half-light of the sitting room, his firm silhouetted against the bright light of the hallway.
Without a word, he knelt beside the couch, released her ankles from her shorts and panties, and turned her towards him on the couch, leaning down, shifting her hand to her thigh, he pressed a kiss to her naked flower, letting his tongue delve between her folds, lapping at her clitoris then darting the tip into her, his lips pressed tight to her labia.
A second orgasm rose quickly and sent her into spiraling lust as his hands gripped her wrists, his lips and tongue playing expertly between her thighs. With barely a sound, he unfastened his belt, drew down his pants and released his thickness from his tight shorts, it's hardness pressing against her knee as he fucked her with his mouth. He gripped her hips and tugged her to the edge of the couch.
Pressing his fingers to her wetness, he drew her labia apart with his thumbs and held his cockhead to her folds, slipping inside with ease, a single stroke that lifted her bum off the couch and pushed her shoulders back into the armrest, delving deep inside, his flared rim stretching her as the tip reached up inside her.
Her eyes widened as she reached out to touch him, her fingers curling against his chest through his light cotton shirt. He rocked forward and back, the heat of him inside her taking her to the brink of her third climax. 'Fuck', her mind swam as it grew then broke through her body, his rhythmic thrusts tipping her over the edge.
A quivering mess, her thighs and bum slick with a film of her sweet smelling juices, she lay, almost helpless to enjoy the deep feeling of satisfaction soaring through her mind.
He leaned over her and kissed her lovingly, giving her a taste of herself as he pressed his lips to hers. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he renewed his thrusts, rolling his hips, driving himself into her. Swelling inside her, he felt her hands grip his buttocks, pulling him deeper. With lustful hunger they fucked for what seemed like hours, his expert movements inducing her to cum again and again, his own climax rising and subsiding as she gripped him, his thrusts alternating between long and slow and short and fast, until her body was shaking uncontrollably, broken by their love, her mind oblivious to all but the pounding heat inside her pussy. With a deep final thrust he grunted, his thick cock twitching as he emptied himself into her womb, his warm seed flooding her core, filling her as stream after stream came forcefully from his balls.
Withdrawing from her, he dropped his head, tracing a line of kisses from her neck down to her glistening thighs. He lapped at her swollen pussy with his tongue, feasting on their heady cocktail of cum, swallowing each oozing mouthful. He looked up to see her in repose, arms thrown back over her head, her back arched as she relished in the pleasure that swathed her soul.