Home Early

It’s been such a long week. Monday feels like it was forever ago. While I’m glad for the work-week to be over, I can’t say I’m excited to be spending yet another weekend by myself.

Being another continent away from my husband is so difficult sometimes. It’s been six months since he went away with his team of international paramedics. And he’ll be gone for another three. Sometimes I feel selfish wanting him all to myself, especially because he’s out there literally saving lives, but… I can’t help it. I just really, really miss him.

We’ve been married for nearly eight years, so I know our relationship is solid even when we’re apart. But it doesn’t make these lonely times any easier. I miss feeling his body next to me at night…hearing the sounds of him making coffee in the morning. I really took all of those small things for granted before he left.

Huh. That’s… weird. My front door is unlocked. Shit. Did someone break in while I was at work?

I push the door open and stand in the threshold, just taking a quick look around. Nothing seems out of place. And...I don’t hear anything, so… I don’t think anyone is here.

I must have just forgotten to lock up this morning.

Wait a second…is that…? A giant bouquet of orchids is sitting on the dining room table. My favorite flower. What is going on? I make my way towards the table.

I usually just eat at my home office desk or on the couch while watching a movie. There’s something kind of sad about eating alone at that big, beautiful antique table. What is going on here?

I rack my brain, trying to think of who has a spare set of keys to my apartment. My sister, but she’s out of town. My neighbor down the hall…and then… I see him.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

I feel like I’m dreaming. He isn’t supposed to be home for another three months. I run towards him and we nearly topple over with the force of our embrace. I press my face into his chest and inhale that unique scent that is entirely him.

“Hey, you. Surprised?”

My brain feels foggy from the shock. I can’t even form a coherent sentence. All I can do is kiss him. God, I’ve missed his lips. His hands press up against my hips as I suck on his lower lip. His tongue slips over mine and my body lights up with desire.

I pull away for just a moment to look at him, to run my thumb across the stubble of his cheek.

“I can’t…I can’t believe you’re here. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early?!”

“Because I wanted to see the look on your face when you saw me. It’s quite priceless, really.”

A few tears of happiness and relief roll down my cheeks and I pull him close.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m home now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“And here I was thinking I was going to get takeout for the millionth Friday in a row. I was seriously prepared for another depressing weekend alone in this apartment.”

“I can assure you this weekend will be anything but depressing. I’m all yours.”

I can’t stand not touching him. Not feeling his lips on mine after so many months away. I kiss him again and again, devouring him, never wanting to stop. God, he tastes so fucking good.

I have ached to feel his body for six painful months. Fantasizing about his fingers up inside of me. His cock spreading me apart. His tongue teasing my clit. We had some fun with occasional phone sex while he was away, but I think we both knew it paled in comparison to the real thing.

My whole body is buzzing with desire. Just his presence and his scent are turning me on. It feels like animal instinct is taking over as we both silently draw hands down each other’s arms…waist…and chest.

We’re getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies. I press my body up against his and feel the growing bulge in his pants. I can’t help but to reach down and press my palm into it.

I massage it and feel it growing thick and needy behind his jeans.

“Bedroom?”

“Absolutely.”

He bends down to kiss me again and walks me backwards down the hall.

I fumble blindly with his belt buckle, desperate to see and feel all of him. I turn us around and push him down onto the bed. I straddle him, throwing one leg over his hips and hooking my hands behind his neck before kissing him again.

Our warm wet kiss is endless, and I never want this to end. His hands press tight against my ass and squeeze, lifting me up slightly.

“Why don’t you show me how bad you missed me…”

His tongue slips inside my mouth and parts my lips hungrily. He bites down on my lower lip and pulls just hard enough to make me squirm. He fumbles with the buttons of my shirt and I shrug it off

There are no words that can communicate just how good it feels to be in his arms again...feeling his touch. To have our bodies touching after months of going without. His hands tremble as he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra.

I yank my arms out of it and he tosses it somewhere over my shoulder. His mouth closes around my perky nipple...

“Ohhhh, fuck… yes.”

His teeth pull gently at the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he plucks and pulls at my other nipple, twisting it around in his hand as he bites the other. God, I’ve missed this. He always knows exactly where and how to touch me...

“Fuck. Oh, god, baby…”

I drag my fingers through the soft curls of his hair and pull his mouth closer to my chest.

“You feel me, baby? You feel how hard I am? How much I’ve missed you?“

I reach between us and drag my palm across the thick, bulging fabric of his jeans. He’s not kidding… he’s really, really hard right now. Fuck, I need it...

I pull at his pants button and he shimmies out of them as quickly as he can.

My hand massages his cock through his boxers, gently massaging at his balls and squeezing along his shaft.

‘‘Fuck. Oh, god.”

With one swift movement, he switches our positions. On my back with his knees straddling me, he trails hot, urgent kisses all across my jaw and neck.

“Oh, god.”

I’m getting so wet so quickly. All of this time away from one another. There’s just so much pent-up desire. I feel like we’re both so close to the edge already.I want to feel him fucking me so… so badly.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

He keeps his eyes on mine as he unbuttons my pants and slides them down to my ankles. I kick them to the ground and kiss him again, over and over. He yanks my panties down.

I can see the wild desperation in his eyes as he pushes his fingers up against my entrance. He eases open my pussy and strokes me with quick, needy swipes of his fingers. I hook my hands around his neck as he shifts his touch to my clit.

“Holy… shit. Yeah, yeah, baby, right there.”

He circles my clit, over and over again, gathering my wetness and spreading it all around. I grasp onto his cock with one hand and massage it as he fingers me.

Fuck...it’s so good. Fuck, I love the way he plays with my clit…

I’ve played this moment in my head over and over, and I always wanted to take my time...to seduce him...to pleasure him. But I just can’t wait any longer. I need more. I need him inside of me.

“Make love to me. Please.”

I shiver as his lips find mine once again...I never want to stop kissing him. He pulls at my lower lip with his teeth and steadies himself on the bed. Gripping his cock in one hand, he guides the tip towards my entrance.

There’s no teasing. No wasting time. He slides into me so easily and fuck...it feels so good...

Oh, oh my god. He thrusts into me gently and I’ve missed the feeling of him filling me up. Spreading me apart. Neither of us can handle going slow right now.

I grip his waist and roll my hips forward to get him deeper and deeper inside of me. We fuck each other with such desperate need. We both pick up the pace, going harder…harder…and faster…

Oh, god! My fingers claw at his back, gripping him as tightly as possible, keeping his body pressed right up against mine.

“God, I missed you so much…”

It feels so good to have him inside of me. His breath is warm against my face as he thrusts into me. I run my hands down his arms, his chest, just feeling him. Reminding myself of what his body feels and looks like.

My legs tremble and grip around his waist as he reaches that sensitive little g-spot behind my clit...

“Ohhhh, fuck. Fuck, baby, rght there!”

My wetness leaks out from between my legs. I feel it pooling beneath me on the sheets and coating his cock.

He slips his hand between our bodies and presses two fingers up against my clit. My whole body bucks in response. I bury my face into his chest. His fingers stroke me hard and fast and my pleasure can barely keep up.

“There, right there.”

His thumb slips inside my mouth and I suck on it lovingly, gazing up at him with warmth and desire in my eyes. He makes me feel so fucking sexy. So fulfilled…so satisfied.

He slows the pace, sliding in and out of me with measured strokes as he focuses on my clit.

Oh, god...I love when he does that. He circles my clit with a light touch…then, presses down on it… applying pressure. Stroking it over and over… and over.

Oh, fuck! Fuck, I’m getting close. Oh, god, I can’t…I can’t take much more.

“Let’s cum together. Cum with me, baby.”

He works my clit harder… faster. All while thrusting in and out of me. Over and over and...

“I’m going to cum…I’m...fuck...yes!”

Warmth explodes deep inside of me and I feel my body completely let go. Let go of all of the loneliness. The worry for his safety. The need for his touch. It all comes pouring out of me.

He slowly pulls out of me and collapses on the bed. I pull his body close to mine and press our foreheads together.

“I’ve missed that. And you too, of course.”

“Well, lucky for you, we can spend the entire weekend in bed together. The entire week, if we wanted to. Hell, let’s spend the rest of our lives in this bed.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”