Occasionally I write porn...

Anticipating Next Time:

It’s been a long lonely winter and she’s glad the sun is shining more and the days are growing longer. Her man had been away for what seems like eternity and she’s been anticipating his homecoming since he left. It was the day before the big day and she had to work. She was determined to make it through, keeping busy enough so she didn’t even pay attention to time. That’s the way she liked it. She never really had too much of an issue finding things to do. It was more about the idea that she was always alone in everything she did. Tomorrow would be the end of her loneliness. She imagined this event for so long. The next day was finally here. He came in the door and walked straight up to her with open arms so as soon as their bodies were together he held her in them, tight, like he missed her and never wanted to let her go again.  He smelled so delicious that her desire for him was obvious.  Her breath was so heavy and felt so hot on his neck.  The way she exhaled right next to the lobe of his ear and then nibbled so gently around while ever so lightly tickling his neck with her tongue. The way she lusted for him was intense. He had this way of caring about her that no other has.  He is the one who would always come back to her.   It wasn’t long before he couldn’t keep his hands off.  He grabbed her tits right in his hands and pressed his pelvis up against her expressing his hard self.  She was vulnerable and he had exhibited a sort of hunger that could not be suppressed any longer. Right there, by the front door, where he had just walked in from being gone for so long, they began to unleash that radiating heat that only kept rising with each breath of desire. His tongue was anxious and his lips wanted hers. She put her hands on his face so she could look at him and when her body melted by their stare he was quick to hold her up against the wall, using one hand to hold her arm up while his other was feeling her in a way that she could feed him.  He yearned for her touch and longed for her kiss. Their clothes were shedding off and the less she had on the more aroused he was.  He needed to have her like a vampire needs blood. Grabbing a hold to spin her around, she found her arms in a reflex of grabbing onto a step as he bent her over on the stairs. With her ass revealed, clean, and shaved he couldn’t resist tasting her inner thigh, running his tongue around the edge of her vagina.  Moving in circles his tongue devoured every pink part of her like he was eating a piece of watermelon. She tasted like watermelon. So sweet and juicy. Right before she was about to scream from pleasure he slowed down. He wasn’t ready for her to cum yet. There was nothing more he wanted to feel than her melting all over his dick. The passion didn’t stop, he made sure she stayed moist for him by lightly fingering her pussy and rubbing the tips of his fingers ever so lightly over her clit.  He could feel her pursuance which only provoked his desire to experience such passion with this woman. She waited so long to have him like this and all he wanted to do was prove himself to her and only her. Halfway up the stairs he couldn’t help but tease her dripping pussy. Grabbing a hold of her he kissed her with such force she fell backwards onto the step. With his hips he pushed her legs apart and penetrated her a couple times.  He teased her; made her want him so much more. He opened up a side of her he’d never seen. She was hungry and he was the only thing curving her appetite. At the top of the stairs she sat. Turning around in quick movements she cupped his balls in her hand and brought his cock to her mouth. She devoured his penis and tickled his balls with her tongue. The noises he was making told her to rest her lips. As she stood she held a soft grip onto his testicles then moving slowly clenched his penis in her hand like it was a leash. She pulled him to their bedroom where she proceeded to massage his shaft from base to tip and back to the base. She laid her soft lips upon his jaw line, lightly breathing, tickling down his neck with her tongue.  Between the rubbing and the heated tickling he couldn’t resist the urge to be so deep inside of her. He was ready as she had been waiting so long to reunite a love that was put on hold. In a moment before having all of her he took a step back and stared. She was confused and a little curious about his next move and before she was able to speak any part of her mind his lips were attached to hers in a heated passion. She felt herself land upon the bed gently while still in his arms. Legs spread out before him allowing him full access to the parts of her he can’t resist. He held himself over her and with his other hand he rubbed the tip over her clit then down into her vagina.  He repeated that same move a couple times until she held him by the base of his shaft, with her other hand placed on his lower back she didn’t want him to stop thrusting into her. Her pussy felt so warm and comfortable; she felt amazing. The sensation of him inserting himself into her in addition to the tip of his finger delicately fondling that sensitive spot that always made her whole body jerk. She arched her back insisting he be as far inside of her as he’d ever been.  Just as she started to twitch with that relieving pleasure he came deep inside of her until her insides were saturated.  He slept inside her all night. Neither of them moved until morning when he began pumping into her again and again.  Excited as she was wet, she made her way on top of him. This was how she loved to start her day. A quickie with minimal foreplay. She guided his dick as she glided down onto his shaft. It wouldn’t take her long to come at all.  She’d been dreaming and anticipating this scenario as well. Up and down, up and down, grinding on his cock back and forth. Pushing down on him so he’s as far in as can be. He holds her forward, kisses her, grabs her arms and holds her as he starts pumping his dick in and out while she bounces on it. He eases as she sits up and arks her back. Her tits and her nipples are perfect. The way they bounce before him turns him on. Grabbing a hold of them; one in each hand.  He grips them as she screams out in a heated orgasm.  Then he succumbs to her juices dripping down the sides of him and fills her up even more. She slowly lifts herself up and all of their love juice squirts out. She whispered to him “it’s so nice to have you home”. “It’s so nice to be home,” he said. After last night and this morning they had the love and support for each other to get up and get motivated. They went on with their day though neither of them could stop thinking about next time.