My husband’s been away on a business trip for two weeks.I’ve been aching for touch,craving warmth and pleasure.Tonight,I’m on our bed,grey sheets beneath me.I’ve been waiting for you…I missed you so much.
He comes out of the bathroom—my lover.Still wet from the shower,he steps to the bed.I look up and his cock is at my lips.I take him in slowly,greedily,feeling him harden.His hand slides between my thighs,finding my wet pussy,fingers working me as I suck deeper,wetter,tasting every inch.
Then he climbs onto the bed,slides inside me,starting slow,then harder,faster.We switch positions—me on my back,him taking me from behind,then me on top,riding him until we both lose control.The grey sheets twist beneath us,the room filled with the sounds of sex,skin slapping,and our gasping moans.
