0 comments/ 9862 views/ 0 favorites I Missed You By: Meg1985 "Welcome to Honolulu, Hawaii. The temperature is 84 Degrees and sunny. Thank you for flying with American Airlines. We hope you enjoyed your flight" announced the flight attendant. It's about time, I thought. I grabbed my backpack and got off the plane. I'm tired and sore from a long flight, and could really use a shower. However, I'm thankful to finally be out of Piney Point. As I walk to the baggage claim area, I can't help but smile, knowing that things can only get better now that I'm in Hawaii. While Angie and I are waiting for our bags, I gaze out the window. The sight takes my breath away. Palm trees are blowing in the wind, and you can see how fresh and clean the air is. I let out a sigh of relief as my baggage comes out on the carousal. I pull them off, so exhausted I can barely lift them. Angie and I head towards the exit. "Megan!" I look up and see you with a huge grin on your face. "Scott!" I yell, so excited to see you. This gives me enough strength to get my bags across the security checkpoint. I drop my bags and give you a hug, which you return with enthusiasm. After we finally let go of each other, you kiss me with such tenderness, it makes my knees go weak. You grab my big bag and show us where to check in with the NCL representative. After checking in, we go to the hotel and bring the bags up to the room. Luckily, Angie and I are roommates. Since Angie and I both want to take a shower, she stays in the room, we head towards yours. As soon as we leave the room, you grab my hand. "I missed you so much Megan" you say. "I missed you too Scott." We walk to the elevator and head down to second floor. While waiting for the elevator, you wrap your arms around me. We don't say anything, we just enjoy the silence after not seeing each other for so long. The elevator opens, and we get on. As soon as the doors close behind us, you start passionately kissing me, pulling me close. You finally stop when the doors start opening. I go into the bathroom and shower as quick as I can. I put on my tight black tank top, pink bra, pink lace panties, and my gray plaid skirt. When I come out, I can feel your gaze on me. Your roommate gets the hint and takes off to the bar. As soon as we're alone, we can't take our hands off of each other. We lay on the bed and for a few minutes, you just hold me. Of course, you start tickling my back, and I let out a moan of enjoyment. You give me the cutest smirk and lean down to kiss my shoulder. I let out a giggle and roll over. You start kissing me with such desire that I can feel a burning sensation running through my body. I let out a small moan as you run your fingers down the side of my face, down my neck, across my chest and rest your hand on my stomach. I lay on my side so I can face you and start kissing your neck. I can tell you are enjoying it, so I decide to kiss a little harder. I move my mouth to your ear, and nibble lightly on your earlobe. I can see the sensation running through your body. I am finally so worked up that I can no longer wait. I move my body close to yours, feeling how excited you truly are. You cup my ass cheeks and pull me as close as possible. I sit up just enough to pull my tank top off, and you strip your shirt off quickly. You unclasp my bra, and we lay back down, kissing passionately. Feeling the warmth of you on my skin sends shivers down my spine and I stop kissing you for a second to catch my breath. I can't help but smile as I look into your eyes. You lie me down on my back and start kissing my lips. You slowly work your way down to my throat, and a small moan escapes my lips. Ever so gently, you start to massage my breasts as you alternate kisses on my lips, neck and ears. Finally, you move your lips to my breasts and take a nipple into your mouth. I wriggle as your tongue flicks, causing me to become even more aroused. As you get me worked up, I feel your hands running across my stomach to my skirt. You reach underneath and start rubbing me through my panties. I start moaning quietly, biting my lip and enjoying the sensations running through my body. I grasp your shoulders as I feel myself coming closer to an orgasm. You realize how close I am and decide to tease me a bit. Instead of continuing to rub me, you move your hand up my stomach again, running your fingers across the top of my skirt. Then you unbutton it and I push my body up so you can slide it down. You get up from the bed, breaking contact with my body only momentarily so you can take your pants off. You get back on the bed in between my legs and lie on top of me, kissing me gingerly. I can't take any more teasing so I push my body up and slide off my panties. Realizing that I'm ready for you to penetrate me, you slide your boxers off. We lay there together for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being together again, and ever so gently you slide into me. I gasp as I feel this. The feeling is so good that I instantly orgasm. You start moving in and out of me, slowly at first, and then quicker and quicker. Having been so long since we were together last, my body has orgasm after orgasm. When I finally catch my breath again, I tell you to roll over. We roll over and I move rhythmically on you. You reach up and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between your fingers. This drives me crazy, and I start moving quicker. You grab on tightly to my hips and I feel you swell inside of me. This is enough to send me over the edge, and the tightening around you makes you orgasm as well. We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. You kiss me gently and lie down next to me. Lying there together, we fall asleep, cuddling. I Missed You "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," you tell me on the phone. "Perfect," I purr into your ear. "I can't wait to see you, it's been so long." "And it was completely worth the wait for me. I'll see you soon, sweetheart. I hope you're ready." "I don't know how much more ready I could be! I'll be there baby, don't worry," I coo. ========== A few hours later, I pull my car off the highway in an unfamiliar area and start looking for the address you gave me. As the numbers get smaller, I see the little grimy motel that you've booked for our tryst. Instead of being disgusted like I should be, I catch myself with a little grin on my face and a little gush between my legs. I park my car in front of Room 127, as you instructed. Standing in front of the door with my hand up to knock, I take a steadying breath to try to calm down my heart. It's been so long since we've been together like this, and I've missed you so much. Knock, knock. As you pull the door open, we each see the smile on the other's face. I start to say hello, but you grab my hand to yank me into the room and swiftly close the door behind me. You push me up against the closed door and begin kissing me long and deep. Our tongues meet and intertwine, mutually expressing our heat and desire. After a few minutes, you pull away roughly, your breath ragged and nearly coming in gasps. I take the quick opportunity to push us away from the door, into the center of the tiny room at the foot of the filthy bed. I hit my knees and dive for your zipper, quickly pulling your stiff cock out of your pants. A shiny drop of precum greets me at the tip, and it instantly drives me crazy; I have to taste it right now! I bury your hard cock deep in my throat, all the way to the balls, in one smooth motion and you groan. I stay there for a moment, letting my throat get used to the size of you, swallowing and contracting my muscles all around you. I look up at you, and you're looking back down at me with a wondrous look on your face, and I know just how you feel. You nearly pass out from the sheer pleasure when I smile up at you from around your dick. I pull your cock all the way out of my mouth slowly, using light teeth. I can feel you shiver. In a slow but steady pace, I bob up and down on your hot prick for a few minutes. You keep up a steady crescendo of moans, groans, and mumblings about "fucking hot" and "my god". You start fucking my face, making me choke and sputter some, but you don't seem to care. Honestly, neither do I. I like it when you take control of me. Sucking your cock has always been such a turn-on for me, so even without stimulation I could feel my dripping pussy soaking my pants. Abruptly, you pull your cock out of my mouth and pull me to my feet. "Oh baby, that's fucking incredible, but I'm not ready to finish yet. Why don't you take your clothes off?" You sit on the end of the bed to watch. I smile kind of shyly, and unbutton my jeans. I tug them down to my thighs, then turn around and push my ass out at you, showing you that I wasn't wearing any panties. I bend all the way over the finish removing the jeans, and I can hear you growl from behind me which puts a little grin on my lips. Now facing you again, I pull my shirt over my head in what I hope is a sensuous move. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, slowly letting the straps slide down my arms, exposing my breasts to your lustful gaze. "Beautiful," you sigh. "Absolutely beautiful. Now come here." I close the short distance between us in three steps, but I stop just short of you and say, "Wait just a second. There's something I want to do for you." I pull the dirty chair by the window over to the foot of the bed. "Take off your clothes and sit in the chair." As you're complying, I climb onto the bed, and lean my back against the headboard. "We're going to play a little game. It's called, Can You Keep Your Hands Off? I'm going to play with my pretty pussy for you while you watch. You have to go as long as you can without touching either yourself or me. Luckily, even when you lose, we're both still winning, which is the sign of a good game if you ask me!" I wink at you and you groan again. I pull my heels up near my ass and spread my legs as wide as I can. From your position, you can see the juices freely flowing out of my slit. I use both hands to open myself fully to you, and then I leisurely use one finger to slide up and down and around my clit. While I start frigging myself in more earnest, I catch your eye. Your hard cock is standing at full attention, and I can see you straining with yourself to not touch it. That just fuels me more! My own breathing is beginning to become a little ragged, and I close my eyes for a moment to savor the sensations, both the hot waves of pleasure in my pussy and the intense feeling of having you watch me in such a private activity. But I realize at that moment that I want to give myself over to you fully, and the realization makes me moan loudly. I open my eyes quickly when I feel the end of the bed dip down from your weight as you start to crawl toward me. "I guess I lose," you say huskily, "So why don't we get down to both of us winning, huh baby?" I moan uncontrollably as you quickly replace my hand with your hot mouth. Your tongue is in so many places at once, I'd swear there were three of you. How in the world can you be lapping at my clit while also fucking my pussy with your tongue at the same time that you're running the flat of your tongue up and down the entire length of my dripping slit? You're incredible, that's the only explanation I can come up with. I can feel a light sheen of sweat on my forehead, and my thighs are beginning to quiver beyond my control. "Yeah baby, eat that pussy. Oh my god, that's it, right there," I moan again and again. I feel you shift a bit, but I'm so enveloped in my own world of ecstasy that I have no idea why. Until a moment later, that is, when I feel you jam two fingers deep in my saturated pussy, which makes me howl repeatedly. I sure hope we don't have neighbors! I can feel your fingers curl up to find my g-spot and rub it frantically. Combined with your insistent tongue lapping all around my turgid clit, I just can't take it anymore. On my fourth howl in a row, we can both feel my entire pelvic region tense up and then release. You're smart enough to get your head and hand out of the way just as a small river of girl juice flows from my contracting cunt. The top of my head feels like it's trying to float away and my pussy is absolutely humming with electricity. You sit up, watching me intently as I'm trying to gather myself. "Oh my god baby, that was SO HOT. I loved watching your pussy come all over me," you said with a loving grin on your face. "Now. I need you to fuck me NOW! And HARD!" I countered, harsh need in my voice. When you hear that, I see the fire smoldering in your eyes. "Get on your hands and knees, then. If you want it hard and fast, doggy is the way to go," you say. I quickly assume the position, anticipating this more than anything ever before, and you move in behind me. Within seconds, I feel the head of your big, hard cock at the entrance to my dripping pussy. In one fluid motion, you're in me completely. I can feel it when your balls slap against my aching, straining clit. You hold still to get your bearings, just for a split-second. And then you're off and fucking me. Hard and fast might have been a bit of an understatement. Between my gasps and moans and grunts, I have to glance back to make sure you don't have an actual jackhammer back there. But no, it's all you. "I love this, baby. I love fucking you like this. I wish we'd never stopped. This is so hot, baby. Oh my god." I love your running commentary, because knowing how much you like what's happening only serves to make me hotter and wetter. You kind of have me pinned down, but I do my best to thrust my hips backward to meet your hard fucking cock. I don't think I've ever felt anything like this before. I never knew it could be this good between us. I know now that we were practically children before, but there's no doubt that we're mature adults tonight. On that thought, I start to feel the pressure building up in my center again. "I'm going to come, baby. Keep fucking me, and come with me," I moaned. Wordlessly, you obliged my request. I didn't think it was humanly possible, but you start fucking me even harder. You begin to feel the tightening and churning in your balls that signals the arrival of your impending load. Thrust, thrust, churn, churn. "Yeah baby, that's fucking incredible. Oh my god. Your pussy feels so fucking good around my hard cock." As you feel your hot load moving up through your balls and into your dick, I feel you start to pull away from me. In my animalistic state, that is the worst possible thing that can happen right now. As I feel my come start to overtake me, I scream, "NO! Come back! Dump it in me! Fill me up! Oh my god I'm COMING!" You pause for about an eighth of a second, and mentally say Fuck it! You bury your hard cock as deep in my pussy as it will go, and let your spunk fly against my cervix. Your whole body is tense and pulsing above me as your fingers dig into my hips, which you're holding for leverage. I can feel the gushes as my pussy is still contracting in my own orgasm, and each gush makes me scream again. Slowly, we both come back down to earth, and your softening cock slips from my cum-filled pussy with a little pop! noise, which makes me giggle a little. You plop down on the bed with a huge, satisfied sigh, and I stretch out next to you in the crook of your arm with my head on your shoulder. We're still trying to catch our breath. "I can feel your cum dripping down my legs," I giggle again. You raise one eyebrow down at me. "Yeah, what was up with that? I mean, is that okay to do?" you ask me kind of warily. "Yep, no problem at all. Trust me. Didn't you like it?" I ask, in a pouty kind of way. "Hell yeah, it's hot as hell!" you exclaim. "Well, when will you be ready to do it again?" I ask, grinning at you slyly. "My god, you're trying to kill me, woman!" you groan, but I can see your cock already starting to re-inflate. "I thought you said you wanted me?" I ask as I place my mouth on your hardening cock once again. "I always want you, baby." "That's what I wanted to hear." Oh yes, I missed you. I Missed You He'd been gone 3 months now. The month had been lonely and her hands only did so much. Especially when her mind wouldn't stop flashing pictures of his body. The curve of his cock. The shape of the head. The way it felt when she rubbed the tip of it along her lips. The line of pre-cum that strung off and broke when she moved her head away. It was all very clear in her head and she was tired of keeping her hands to herself. She waited until she had him in the room alone with her and stood, with their eyes piercing into each others, a hunger deep within them that surged electric. She stepped forward when she could take it no longer and pulled her head down so his lips met hers. Their mouths searched hungrily meeting again and again, the electric now moving inside of her and down to her very core. His tongue darted out to enter her mouth and she sucked on it urgently, her own tongue flicking against his. Her body melted into his waiting arms and they pressed against each other like they wouldn't dare let go again. Somehow they'd made it to the bed, though she didn't remember moving, and he was on top of her, working her shirt up around her neck to palm her breasts. She'd almost forgotten how it felt when he worked his magic on her like this. She'd almost forgotten how his hands felt, large on her small body. She felt her pussy get wetter then and she longed for him to be inside her. His palms were removed and replaced with the heat of his mouth. His tongue, teasing her nipples as his teeth grazed them. They grew so hard that a dull ache had worked it's way through them. They almost hurt. His hand found it's way through the curls between her legs to work his finger inside of her. A noise escaped her mouth as his finger entered her again and again, his mouth still trailing along her breast, teasing her relentlessly. She pushed him away from her gently and then harder onto his back on the bed. Her pussy was quivering with need as she tugged off his pants and threw them carelessly onto the floor. His cock bobbed as it was freed, the end glistening with pre-cum. Waiting no longer she kneeled before it like she was getting ready to worship at an altar, and to her it might well be just that she was doing, and she kissed the end of it. The clear string of stickiness stretching until it broke and hit her face. She took it in her hand next and squeeze slightly, causing him to jerk. A smile crossed her lips. She missed this. She missed his face when he stared down at her from above. The hunger never leaving his eyes. She knew just how to please him. She squeezed again and another jerk, this time with a grunt. Letting go, she leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. He gasped above her, the sound causing her pussy to throb, and she lifted her head up only to take him into her mouth again. She kept at this, his cock moving in her mouth as she sucked. She reached back to play with her clit and moaned onto him. Suddenly, she felt him take a fist of her hair and he was the one in control. He pulled her head up in down in a quick rhythm, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat again and again. She could almost take it no more. She pulled up her head and sat up quickly. There were no words, he'd understood why. She climbed up on top of him and pushed her lips onto his. The kisses growing with their need. Pushing his head down, she set up and positioned herself over his face. Her pussy glistening with want as his tongue dove inside of her. She stifled a moan as he flicked his tongue inside her. She thought back to the beginning when he told her she'd been his first and his talents were so obvious that it took him a while to convince her. She smiled again and leaned forward to gain control of herself. He trailed his tongue to her clit and flicked against her, repeatedly. Sucking it into his mouth and teasing it. She shook and quivered above him, trying to keep balance in her legs. His tongue was relentless, lashing against her over and over. Her breath coming in short bursts, she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud. She stopped him again before she came. This wasn't over yet. She got off of him and clamored to the end of the bed to grab her overnight bag. Opening it, she took out her silk scarf and handed it to him and without a word she got on all fours at the head of the bed. With a glance back at him, she steadied herself and put her hands behind her back, waiting for him to take the hint. He understood her silent instructions and used to scarf to tie her hands behind her back, leaving enough in the middle for a handle. He grabbed the middle of the scarf and made sure he had a hold of her. Spitting in his hand to moisten his cock and using the rest to lube her asshole, he prepared to enter her. She took a breath as she felt the head of his cock start to push on her tight, waiting asshole, her pussy dripping with her own juices, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on. He buried himself balls deep in her asshole and she moaned. Fuck, he felt so good inside her. Her eyes watered slightly as he started to move within her. She felt every part of him. She felt him throb slightly. She felt his balls rub against her when he thrusted forward. Faster and faster, his cock plowed into her asshole as she bit her lip to keep the moans at a minimum. It was if they were i another world entirely. She was in pure ecstasy. With a last thrust he came inside her ass, his cock throbbed with each squirt and her pussy was on fire with need. He removed himself from her and rubbed her clit with his fingers lightly, still holding the middle of the scarf. She could only think of minutes before when he came in her and his hot cum still inside her. Her pussy was so wet and sensitive it took only seconds before she came, finally dropping her face into the pillow and moaning. He untied her and laid beside her, taking her into his arms. She smiled and kissed him on the lips, chuckling to herself. They would fall asleep soon, but he had no clue of what else lay in her overnight bag and she couldn't wait until she woke up. She woke in the morning with the taste of his cock still a memory on her lips. He was still asleep beside her, his arm a dead weight as she rolled off of it. She wasted no time in slithering comfortably down between his legs and and lapping at his balls. Her hand snaked around his limp cock and she squeezed it carefully. Her tongue flicked it's way between his nuts and she could already feel the stir between her legs. His cock hardening slightly as she moved her hand up and down. She loved the way it felt as the blood made it's way through it. It drove her wild to know how much power she held over his cock. He moved above her and she could tell he had woken up. He stretched and made a noise deep inside his throat before leaning up on his arms and looking down to where she laid against him. She smiled up at him, a devil in her grin, she knew just what she was doing and just what she was going to do. He only had an inkling, but an inkling was enough. He smiled down at her, the shit-eating grin that she was used to. The grin she fell in love with. The one that was just for her. It was hers. His cock was hard now, almost bursting with the blood rushing through it. She spit on the head of it pumped her fist to make him slick with her spit. Lifting her body she moved to kiss him, her tongue running along his bottom lip with slow deliberateness. She stopped to nip at his lip and then to place careful bites along his jaw and to his neck. She stopped to reach for her bag and pulled out the thing she had bought for this occasion. Something they had talked about for a while. Something that brought a blush to her face. It was an small dildo, one that she had carefully selected knowing how hard it would be for him at first that would hopefully also make him feel how she felt. She held it up and waved it at him, his eyes dancing over the smooth, black surface before he understood. She moved back to kissing him, each one more deep and passionate than the last. Her hand lingered on his stomach before moving down to jerk his cock, the small bead of pre-cum serving as lube. His breath growled with pleasure. There would be no more waiting. This was it. He had already gotten some pillows to lay beneath him. The angle was perfect. Her eyes drunk him in with want and lust. She loved him more than anything. He trusted her with this and she loved that too. She was practically salivating before she could get to work on him. She positioned herself between his legs and leaned to take his waiting cock into her mouth. A sharp intake of breath came from above her, one of her favorite parts. She continued the assault with her mouth and tongue as she took one hand to lube his asshole and the dildo. She took only a moment to glance up at him to see him nod and she put the head of the dildo against his asshole. She took her mouth away to concentrate and told him to jerk himself as she worked the toy inside him. It was a slow process but with each inch he moaned. She watched as he touched himself in ways only he could and worked it the rest of the way in. She told him not to stop working himself as she moved it out of him again, almost to the cusp. Back in it went, he howled quietly in pleasure. She held her tongue out and he knew just what she was after, he slapped his cock in it and she could feel her pussy start to quiver. Out again as she put her mouth on him again. In. Out. In. As she worked her mouth all over the length of him. He was moaning loudly and it only made her wetter. She stopped to demand that he pinch his nipples. Yeah, that's right, you like that? Fuck yeah. You know you like that. You're dirty, aren't you? Fuck yeah, you're dirty. Don't stop. She moved to tongue his balls, still working the dildo in and out of his sweet asshole. Fuck she was turned on right now. She thought for a moment before standing to position herself over his cock and impaling herself onto him and then they were one. She bounced on top of him in a frantic rhythm, trying to keep her balance, but almost failing to do so countless times. Her brain was a whirlwind of pleasure. His moans echoing in her ears. He was a god and she was his consort. And fuck if there wasn't the scent of incense and Tibetan chants and all that shit because she was on cloud 9. She was somewhere else. She wasn't even herself. They were a single fucking entity and Jesus fuck her brain was tingling. Her pussy was tingling. And they both came. They both came and it was like a revelation. The world was at peace, at least for them. Everything was righted. Everything was beautiful and static. She rolled off of him and into his arms, her breath and heart racing and she could hear his pounding too. She removed the toy from him and left it lay at the end of the bed. They both swallowed, the surreal-ness of the moment settling around them as they fell back to sleep. I Missed You She gets aggressive after long week away on business. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (23.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I Missed You "I missed you," my wife said, almost in a whisper, as I walked into our bedroom after a four-week business trip. Her voice was loving and warm, the eroticism of the moment heightened by a slight rasp in her voice. I paused to admire the woman I loved and had missed for so long. She was kneeling on our bed, her legs spread slightly. Her dark hair was down, framing her face and her beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a light blue, silk teddy that reached just below her hips and stretched slightly over her A-cup breasts. The teddy left little to the imagination--though just enough. I could see the outline of her nipples dotting the fabric as it hugged her breasts and could faintly see that she was wearing a black, lace thong underneath. My favorite. I walked across the room, putting my hands firmly on her hips. I drew her close and she laid her arms around my neck. We touched foreheads, grateful to be together again after so long. "I missed you too," I replied. "I love you so much." I could feel her warm breath on my lips as we drew closer. We kissed gently. As I moved my hands up slowly up her back, pulling her closer, her lips parted and her tongue darted across mine. I kept gently caressing her back as we kissed more-and-more passionately. I drew her waist to mine so that she could feel my arousal through my jeans. She let out a quiet moan. My fingers continued to move from her hips, up her sides to her shoulders, then tenderly down her back. They remembered the contours of her form, which I had retraced in my imagination for weeks. Up the curve of her side, across her shoulder blades, which were muscular, but effeminate, down her back, over the womanly curve of her bottom, before they grazed the skin of her thigh at the end of her teddy. As we continued to kiss, trying hopelessly to make up for lost time, I drew my hands back up from her thighs, pulling the edge of her teddy up over her hips, tantalizing her before I let it fall again. My fingers lightly glided up her sides until they reached the bottom of her pert breasts. As I began to lightly cup them, I felt her gasp. At first, quietly, then louder as I began to massage her breasts, occasionally flicking her nipples with my thumbs. By this point she was pulling me deeper into our kiss, urging me to continue. I continued to massage one breast and ran my other hand across her back, and cupped her bottom, pulling her even closer to show her how much I had looked forward to this moment. Then, I ran my hand along the bottom edge of her teddy, playing with the skin on her thighs, almost tickling her, but not quite. I ran my hand up the inside of her leg. She drew a deep breath. I laid my open palm on her mons, pressing my fingers onto her warm, thong-covered sex. She moaned loudly as I felt her wetness, rubbing her labia and clit. After a while, I broke away. She bit my lower lip lightly as she tried to stop me, but gave way as I ran my hand back up her side. This time, taking the teddy with it. I pulled the teddy over her breasts, grazing her nipples with my thumbs, and over her head and cast it aside. I kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her chest, and, finally, her breast. I ran my tongue in circles around her nipple. Occasionally licking it, kissing it, and sucking it gently into my mouth. All the while I pulled her hips to mine as she wrapped her hands around my head, moaning in encouragement. After I reluctantly pulled away from her pert breast, I gazed into her brown eyes. They betrayed lust perhaps as much as love at this moment. She greedily grabbed my belt, loosened it and my pants, dropping them to the floor. My wife laid back on our bed and pulled me with her, back into her embrace and her kiss. As we continued to kiss, our tongues mingling, occasionally nibbling on one another's lips, she pressed her wet crotch into mine. We ground against each other like we had in college, before we had exposed more of ourselves to one another. Her moans became more pronounced and she bit firmly on my lower lip in pleasure. "Please," she said. "I missed this so much!" I shook my head. "Not quite yet." I lowered my head first to her neck, then her breast, then her stomach. I breathed onto her inner thigh, drawing a short gasp from her. Then, finally, I pressed my face against her panty-covered sex and drank in the sweet taste of her arousal. For a while, I licked her labia and clit through her soaked thong and ran my hands up and down her splayed legs. Then I pulled aside her thong and traced my tongue from just below her vagina, along her swollen, wet lips, ending at her clit, which drew a loud cry from my wife, who was clutching the sheets tightly in her fists. Unhindered by the thong, I focused my tongue on her clit: rubbing it with the broad surface of my tongue, flicking it, sucking on it. As her moans and cries grew louder, I placed my middle-finger at her entrance. I could feel it pulsing, drawing me in. "I missed you so much!", my wife exclaimed as I penetrated her with first one, then two fingers. I continued to pleasure her clit and thrust my fingers into her pussy quicker and quicker. She released the sheets from her stranglehold and grabbed my head, pressing me into her. As she orgasmed, she cried out my name loudly. Her legs spread even wider, her hands clutched my head firmly, and her pussy clenched around my fingers. The evidence of her pleasure was smeared all over my face and soaked my fingers, as I began to lick just above her clit, where she is less sensitive, bringing her down from her high. She sighed contently and pulled me up next to her. She turned her head and kissed me, to my surprise, tasting herself for the first time. "I missed you," she repeated. We cuddled and talked and kissed, catching up and making up for lost time. She chuckled when my hard penis graced her hip and left a trail of precum that had accumulated during our play. "Don't worry," she said, "we're not done yet." She got a sultry look in her eye and turned me onto my back, straddling me. Her long hair just dangled across my chest. She lowered her head and breathed down the length of my penis. After four weeks without sex and over two weeks without any sort of release, just the feeling of her breath and the view of her breasts dangling below her, her nipples sweeping across my legs, was almost enough to set me off. She first cupped my balls in her hand and breathed up and down my shaft, occasionally kissing it on the side. Then she took my penis into her hand and started rubbing. Finally, she took my head into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft and she sucked forcefully. My already swollen head felt ready to explode. She continued to stroke my shaft and sucking on my head. With her other hand, she cupped my balls and massaged the spot just below them. She had me writhing, moaning, and panting her name. She sped up her ministrations at my urging. I looked down at my beloved wife: her hair framed her face as she sucked me, one hand pumping my shaft quickly, while the other tugged at my balls, almost coaxing them. Her sexy ass waived back and forth in the air with her movements. Her breasts and erect nipples hung below her and grazed back and forth across my legs. The whole picture was too much. I warned her, cried out her name, groaned, and came. To my surprise, she never let up and never pulled back. She took all of my cum, which had been pent up for too long. She continued to stroke my pulsing dick as she sat up. She giggled when a few drops of cum leaked out of her mouth before she could swallow and dripped onto her breasts. She smiled at me. "Think you can go again?", she asked. "I missed you!" I Missed You I have been gone a long time, or what seems to be a long time. When we are apart, hours seem like days and days seem like weeks. I yearn for your touch, for your smell, for the twinkle in your eyes, for the brilliance of your smile, for the warmth of your smooth skin and the taste of your lips. When we are apart I stumble through my days and restlessly lay in bed thinking about our past and future sexual adventures. I fantasize about the most incredible orgasms you have had. How your body shudders and how your pussy contracts around my cock. How your whole body convulses with the intensity of your release. I am only hours away now from seeing you now. When I get home from the airport you will be at the house. The wine will be out, the cheese will be out and you will have just started cooking dinner. You are a stunning sight as always. Your dark hair frames that beautiful face with the most intense warm eyes and inviting smile. But what I have been waiting for are those lips; those luscious lips. No sooner am I in the door then you are in my arms. Our lips meet and our tongues greet each other from our long separation. I relish at the feeling of your firm body pressed against me. We kiss and hug and kiss and hug and we smile and we laugh. As your breath hastens I kiss your cheeks and down your neck. I nibble on your ear lobes and your breath starts to quicken and you grind into me. Your body feels so incredible against mine. It does not take much to get you started. This is going to be a nice slow intimate evening. I want you so badly but we are going to take this evening slowly. I love to please you. Tonight I will please you but not until I adequately tease you. I press you up against the wall as my hands are all over your body. I have an incredible ass cheek in each hand now as our tongues dance and our hands reacquaint ourselves with each other's body. I take it far enough to let you think I am going to take you now. My breath is quick and my knees are weak. My cock is screaming to get through my pants to find you. Your nipples are hard to my touch and I know you well enough to know that you are wet in anticipation. Well that is the word for the evening... "Anticipation". You are staying over tonight and I am going to enjoy every minute of keeping you on the edge. I really hate to do this, but I want to leave you hanging. It is time to make dinner. I leave you in a wanting heap as I make my way back to the kitchen. We enjoy the wine and snacks while we prepare dinner. I cannot keep my hands off you as we work our way around the kitchen. We grope, we kiss, we lick. I want you to know how badly I want you. I am on my knees licking your flat tight abs. I have both hands rubbing up and down your thighs. I am going to keep you wet and on the edge for this entire evening. I am going to have you for dessert, for my bedtime snack, for my midnight snack and for breakfast. Just like I have had you in my dreams while we have been apart. Dinner is awesome as usual. A simple meal with my partner. The conversation is engaging and easy as we talk about the day, the week and the weekend. Your smile is intoxicating. I missed your smile and your eyes almost as much as I have missed your naked body riding me. After we clear the table we embrace in the kitchen and your tongue is back in my mouth as you pull me close. I lift you on to the counter and I start to nibble on your thighs as I hike your skirt to your waist. I start with the inside of your knees and keep working my way up. Oh how bad I want you. Your breath is fast and you are pressing your sex to me. You always go to fast; you are pressing your hips to me and pulling my head into you. I know what you want. I can see the wet spot and I can smell your arousal. Your body is hot with desire right now. It is driving you crazy that all I will do it so softly brush against your pussy through your panties with my nose and my hot breath. Oh sweetheart, I want to part your lips with my tongue and lick up and down your pussy and nibble on your clit. I want to plunge my tongue into your sweet pussy and feel your warmth, your wetness and your sweetness. I want to gently suck on your clit and please you. But that is going to have to wait. I press my mouth against your pussy to give it one hard kiss. You press everything against me. It feels so good to please you. Time to clean up the kitchen. I know you don't like dessert but I can talk you into some berries that we can feed to each other as we cuddle on the couch. We settle into the couch with a good movie and wine with our bodies intertwined. We cannot get close enough to each other. We cannot get enough physical contact. We touch and kiss for the entire movie. I cannot keep my hands out of your shirt. Your nipples are so responsive to my touch. Like my dick, your nipples are hard the entire night. This is almost as much as I can take. I have to have you. I have waited so long. I have fantasized about you for as long as we have been apart. Time to go to bed. It is late. You are hungry for me. The wine has your head light and you are ready to go. The touching and kissing and rubbing have been going on for hours now. I know how I want you. Up the stairs we go. You cannot resist giving that ass just a little more attitude as you walk in front of me. Do you really have to make me want you more than I already do? Your clothes are off and at long last I get to see your naked body. I would say that it has been so long that I forgot what it looks like, but I have memorized your body. I have every curve, muscle and freckle memorized. I know the soft pale skin on the inside of your knees where I kiss you. I know how your breasts rise up to these perfect nipples and how your dark pussy lips engorge with my touch. I know how your body reacts when I kiss the small of your back or how your ass cheeks jiggle when I play motorboat in your ass crack. With your clothes in a heap on the floor inside the bedroom it is go-time. My dick is aching to be touched by you. Your whole body is ultra-sensitive right now. Every hair is on end just waiting to be touched. You like to watch and you also like to be in control. Tonight you have no control over matters, but I will let you watch. I take you over to the floor length mirror and press your hand against the mirror with your legs spread and you raise up on your tippy toes. My hands are all over your butt as it is there for me and only me. I can kiss it, smack it, rub it or just admire it. You can feel my hardness as I press against you so I can kiss the nape of your neck and fill my hands with your breasts. You love the way we look together. In the mirror you can see my pale hands on your dark skin. Our eyes meet and you can see the desire in my eyes. My eyes tell you that I love you, that I want you and that I am going to take you. From behind you I drop my pants and my aching dick is free to feel you. You hoist that butt higher in the air and press against me. I slide my dick up and down the inside of your thighs and I control your hips with my hands. The look in your eyes is hot. The wetness between your legs shows how ready you are. I take my time to kiss your strong shoulders and the back of your neck just marveling at your body in the mirror. I have longed to feel your mouth around my dick. It has been so long and my dick is hard enough to cut glass. We shuffle over to the bed where you lay on the bed with me standing next to the bed. You can take me in your mouth while I can still reach between your legs to play with your wetness. My knees can barely take it as you lick my shaft and twirl your tongue around my head and gently suck my dick. As you are taking me in your throat your hips are rising and falling as I massage your pussy and enter you with my fingers. The time is long gone for anticipation. Now it is time for gratification. I have had about as much as I can take. You are on the verge of orgasm and I cannot stand up any longer. That is enough of that. You put a foot on the floor and a knee on the bed as you face away from me. I hope you closed the window, because the neighbors are going to hear your screams and think someone is being murdered over here. I try to enter you slowly but you press hard against me and let out a gasp as I hit bottom in your pussy. You are so wet and so warm. With you watching in the mirror and in this position it does not take long for you to reach your first orgasm of the evening. Your body convulses and your already tight pussy contracts around my dick. The neighbors can hear you crying out in pleasure. We change positions and hop up on the bed where I can be on top. I want to kiss you and look you in the eyes as my cock slides in an out of your perfect little Brazilian pussy. We are in heaven. I cannot tell you how many times I tell you that I love you. I can feel your increased sense of urgency and I do everything I can to hold off my own climax as you start working your clit with your fingers. Again, your body starts to convulse and your pussy clenches down on my dick as you are rocked with your orgasm. That is all I can take. As your pussy finishes its contractions I explode with a beastly roar and collapse in your arms. My sweaty body presses you into the mattress as we fight catch our breath. Maybe I should travel more often. I Missed You Author's Note So this is not my first story but it is the first I'm publishing here. I have chapter 2 written already but I wanted to get some feedback before I post it. ALL criticism is welcome. ***** Rose yawned and checked her watch. 10:38. "Okay maybe I shouldn't have stayed up to watch that Scandal marathon last night, but Olivia was stressing me out." She thought to herself rubbing her eyes. Not even the heavily sugared coffee she clutched in her dark brown hand would keep her awake. To be fair Scandal wasn't the only thing that occupied her usual sleeping hours. In fact the thing that kept her awake the most was currently burning a hole in her purse or more specifically her cell phone. Yes. A dreaded dating app. If she was being honest with herself she'd admit that she had stayed awake fielding all sorts of romantic, creepy, or sometimes downright scary messages. But you know what they say, hindsight and numbers and all that. Her train of thought was interrupted by a large thick manila envelope plopping on her desk near where her feet lay. Rose's eyes lingered there a moment then meandered their way up a lime green blazer to the severe green eyes of Sonya Carvalho. Her temples throbbed at the sight of her. Nevertheless Rose smiled, no, beamed at her boss. "Sonya! What can I d-" she was quickly cut off. "Save the small talk, Ms. Carmichael." the boss commonly known as the dragon lady waved her hand imperiously as if to ensure Rose that she required no pleasantries. "There are clients waiting in conference room B, this folder holds their details. See what they want, get the job done." Sonya dictated, tone clipped as always. Rose dropped her red pumps to the floor, pushed away from her desk and stood. Before she could even leave her office space Sonya placed her hand on Rose's shoulder, adding; "oh and one more thing? Do it the Sonya way." It took all she had for her to not roll her eyes. Rose muttered something that sounded affirmative and moved onto the conference room. Flipping through the folders she scanned the various stats. Nothing too special, just a mid-size tech firm in need of some public presence. "We can't all be Google now, can we?" She snickered to herself before she pushed the heavy wood doors of the conference room open. Or tried to anyway. "Oh my god." She swore, banging her shoulder against the wood. At 5'7 Rose wasn't insubstantial in height or weight. With thick thighs, arms that had a little jiggle and a not so flat stomach she'd gotten her fair share of stares. She shoved at the door twice more before it swung open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Immediately three pairs of eyes locked on to her standing in the doorway. "Gentlemen! I apologize for my...loud entrance." Rose laughed nervously. She sat on the other side of the small conference table and took in her brand new clients. In front of her was tall light skin man with his hair shaved closed to his head. On his right was a bright eyed blond, with a large but not off putting nose. And to the left... 'Shit.' Rose thought, because to the left sat her highschool boyfriend. John Sebastian Hayes. In fact now that she was paying attention, all three men were her former classmates and from the look in their eyes, they'd realized it too. The man in the middle, Dionte, spoke first. "Rose? Rosemary Carmichael! Holy shit is that you?" All she could do was nod in stunned silence as Chris joined in animatedly and asked her what she'd been doing all this time. While Rose had just done her best to answer her two classmates' questions, out of the corner of her eye she could see John sitting there with this sort of amused look on his face. 'Just who does he think he is,' she fumed internally 'sitting there on his fine ass looking even better than he did when were kids.' In the seven years since they'd seen each other John had filled out generously, his jaw taking on a strong shape, arms muscled under the rolled sleeve of his dress shirt. But his eyes were just as intense as the day she last saw him. Of course that day they had been glaring at her, but today, those dark green irises were filled with...longing? Oh fuck. Chris finally slowed his line of questioning and turned to look at John, who at this point was full on staring at Rose now. "J, buddy, got anything to ask?" 'Oh no no. No God please. Don't let this man open his mouth.' John quirked an eyebrow at his friends and turned to lock eyes with Rose, toting a smile that could only be described as dangerous. "No. I think you guys hit all the bases, besides there isn't much I don't know about Rosie. After all I was her bo-" "Booooyology partner! Lab partners. Mmhmm. We were partners for two years right John?" She laughed too loudly and slapped her hands on the table. Dionte shook his head and laughed along. John just shot her a small frown, his eyes promising they would talk later. 'Good God in heaven please help me.' Rose sent a quick prayer to the almighty and spoke again. "Well, as fun as catching up is, we should probably get down to business huh?" Rose withdrew the papers from her manila folder and began to pitch ideas for a national ad campaign. Within an hour and a half the former classmates had worked out a serious blueprint to get their tech into the public's eye and hopefully their hands soon after. But each and every time she had glanced at John (despite her brain telling her not to) she'd met the same heated gaze, the one that made her knees jelly. When all the hands had been shook Rose almost ran into the staff lounge, hands shaking. "Oh shit. No. Oh my god." Rose looked up at the office ceiling. "Jesus, why are you doing this? Hmm? What did I do for you to put this man back in my life? Was it because I cut that lady off? I was late!" Just then a shadow loomed over her. "Good to see you still do that." His voice made her shiver, its deep tone hitting her right at her core. She turned quickly to face John, serious frown faltering at his proximity. His pink lipped smile shifted into a loaded smirk. Rose steepled her hands together to stop them from pulling out her curly dark hair. "Y-you can't be in here J." She cursed both her stutter and her use of the friendly nickname she'd given him in the 11th grade. He lifted his blond eyebrows at her in mock surprise. "Oh! Are you going to stop pretending you don't know me now?" He chirped. Irritated, Rose snapped back. "I wasn't pretending anything. I greeted you just like I did Dionte and Chris, just like I would anybody." Then it was John's turn to look irritated. " And since when am I anybody to you?" He stepped closer to her, nearly pushing her into the wall. His heat and scent put Rose at danger of going crazy. Still she held strong. "Don't do that John. We aren't kids anymore." She placed her hand on his chest to push him backwards but as soon as she made contact her hand stayed, almost clutching at his dress shirt. He covered her hand with his, lightly tanned skin over deep chocolate brown. "My thoughts exactly. We aren't kids anymore so why are you hiding the fact that we were together?" Rose rolled her eyes, he'd always had a flair for dramatics. "Professionalism. I'd prefer to keep our history where it belongs. In the past." John had the gall to laugh at that and in response Rose snatched her hand from his hold, immediately mourning the loss of his heat. "If you are done," she sniped "go home. Or back to work. Just...anywhere but here." Their conversation had her reminiscent of highschool, the way they would tease each other with jabs and playful wrestling that'd eventually turn into- Nope. Not going there. John looked unperturbed by her command and instead reached down to grab Rose's hand again. "What do you say we get coffee? Really catch up." His eyes gleamed with mischief and Rose could barely remember what she'd been saying thirty seconds prior. "I don't like coffee." It wasn't a complete lie. She didn't like black coffee. John blew a noisy breath out at the ceiling before looking back down at her. "That's right," his tone had taken on a taunting lilt "you like coffee flavoured sugar. You can get that too." Without leaving her time to decline, John spun around and took his leave. Rose sighed and let herself slump against the lounge counter. John popped his head back in the door, smile wide. "Call me when you're off for lunch, your secretary has my number." Rose didn't reply, opting instead to stare at the ugly green carpet below and pray that it would swallow her whole. That is until John called her name. She looked up and met his eyes. "I missed you." And just like he made her heart seize up and her throat go dry. There was the guy she'd been in love with in highschool, staring at her like she was the only thing worth seeing. And God help her if she didn't believe it.