missed you

tw: nsfw; graphic descriptions of sex

since she’d woken up that morning with him gone, she had been eagerly awaiting his return. it was boring being by herself all day. before it had gotten really hot out, she had gone to the garden, taken some time to water the flowers, and played with their dog. 

after getting tired, she went back inside for a cup of tea and decided to rest in the room, still unable to get him off her mind. she picked out lacy lingerie from her closet, white so that it would contrast nicely with her long brown locks which fell softly down half her back, just covering her breasts. she put it on and lay in bed, not knowing what to do with herself.

it was early in the day yet, just a few hours past noon, and the sunlight coming in through her windows was bright. she admired how it slanted across her skin and made it look warm. i look pretty good, if i do say so myself, she thought with a smile.

she knew she would have nothing else to do for a long while, so she closed her eyes and let herself relax. gently, she ran her hands along her body, feeling her curves, her softness. she cupped her breasts over her bra and a little moan slipped out of her mouth. sliding her thumb over the hard and eager nipples poking through the fabric, she thought about him and what he might be doing right then.

he was probably distracted with work, and not thinking of her, not craving her as much as she craved him. that’s not fair. so she decided to tease him a little, remind him what was waiting for him at home. she picked up her phone from the bedside table. she squeezed her breast with her other hand and snapped a picture. she knew he was at work but she could barely help herself. she wanted him to think of her, looking sexy as sin, and come home desperately wanting to fuck. he could get so rough when he wanted her badly enough.

just the thought got her horny, clenching her thighs together. she brought her hand lower, trailing her fingers down her stomach, briefly tracing circles around her navel. then she started slowly rubbing her pussy with her fingers through her lace panties, the pleasant feeling spreading through her. her hips arched, pushing her pussy hard against her hand and making her realize how wet she was. she slipped her right hand inside, enjoying it.

tentatively at first, she ran her index and middle fingers through her folds, feeling every delicious tingle. she repeated the motion, up and down, up and down, then traced circles around her clit. she let out a moan into the pristine empty room. she regretted that he wasn't here, knowing that they would have made such a delicious mess together.

thinking about what she wanted him to do to her had her sinking her fingers inside her pussy, in and out almost violently, the way he loved to fuck. she writhed on the bed, wanting the size of his cock, how he would tease her, drive her almost crazy, and make her beg for him. but for now, she would have to be the one to tease.

she pulled her fingers out of her throbbing pussy. she slipped them into her mouth to taste herself, licking and sucking. she took another picture, knowing how much he enjoyed his innocent girl looking like a slut. then she moved the phone between her legs and took a photo of her white panties, soaked through in the middle. he would know for sure she'd been playing with herself. he wouldn’t be able to resist doing something about that.

*

on the desk, his phone vibrated and he picked it up. he reclined into the leather office chair as he checked who it was from and what it contained. he narrowed his eyes and held his breath; the alert having notified him that she had sent him pictures. he quickly opened it, and there she was, her breasts pushed together, being squeezed by her lovely little hands. the lascivious look on her face captured as she brought her fingers to her mouth, slick with wetness. a snapshot of her panties, soaked over her pussy slit. his jaw clenched and he held back a groan. three more hours before he could come home. fuck, it was naughty of her to tease him at work. he’d make sure she answered for it.

*

five o’ clock came while she was combing her hair in front of the dressing table in their room. she couldn’t help but smile to herself. he was going to be home early, she was sure of it. her session a while ago had been satisfying, but she needed the real thing. his body hard against hers. his lips sucking on her neck. his tongue pushing into her opening. her heartbeat quickened and she reminded herself not to get carried away just yet.

as if on cue, she heard his car pulling up in the driveway. putting down the brush on the table, she got up and gave a little twirl so the white babydoll outfit swirled around her. it was see-through except for the thong underneath and he’d always loved to see her in it. she was giddy with anticipation. as she stood there she thought he must be putting his keys in the door, making his way through the living room and up the stairs…

there he was. she caught sight of him in the mirror, a big man, his coat discarded; in his tie and long sleeves which stretched across his nicely muscled chest. she held her breath as he walked up behind her, and sighed as she felt him wrap his thick arms around her waist under her lingerie. his warm hands on her skin was exactly what she needed.

he tightened his grip, pulling her flush against his body. her bare ass brushed against the fabric of his clothes, his bulge hardening against the small of her back. she yearned to rub herself against him. easily towering over her, he held her gaze in the mirror and gave her a cocky smile, “expecting me, darling?” his right hand roughly moved up to grab and fondle her breast, as his left hand snaked its way into her panties and she struggled to reply. “yeah… i missed you.”

he was being rough on purpose, rolling her nipple hard and squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger. with his other hand, he pushed his index finger hard against her clit, making her throb for him. he started teasing her, moving his fingers up and down the slit of her pussy, pushing lightly at her opening. he put in only the tips of two fingers, just enough for her hole to suck on, and she moaned. “couldn’t wait for me to get home, huh? you just had to play with yourself.” 

he leaned his face closer to hers and paused, before whispering “you naughty slut.” he plunged the two fingers deep in her pussy, making her cry out. he stroked her walls with his fingers while repeatedly thrusting until she trembled against him, her legs threatening to give out. chuckling, he said, “i hope this is the kind of playtime you wanted.”

he released her and she turned towards him, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. he did it for her and pulled his tie off, pushing her back against the table. shirtless, he put his hands on her waist and got down, lowering his head to her breasts. over her lingerie, he bit her nipple and held it between his teeth, pulling at it. she gasped sharply and very slowly let out her breath while he licked it, making the cloth wet and her shiver. 

he squeezed it with his other hand, while he lowered his mouth to her pussy. she sat on the table and he pushed her thighs open with his hands to reveal an inviting sight. her white thong was damp, the skin around it slick with her juices. he licked over it for a bit to tease her, then pulled it down, and buried his tongue in the sweet flesh of her pussy.

“fuuck,” she muttered, while he licked and kissed and sucked on her sensitive bits. his mouth got hungrier, his tongue lapped harder at her clit and traveled down to probe her opening. intoxicated, she cried out and her hands wrapped around his head, pressing his face against her pussy. his tongue pushed deeper, stimulating her hole and she came around him, her juices gushing into his mouth. he lapped them up hungrily, swirling his tongue around, and rose to kiss her.

“i bet you can’t wait to taste yourself on my lips,” he said, with his mouth inches from hers. her mouth met his greedily, their tongues touching, biting and sucking on each other’s lips. with his arms around her waist, he pulled her to the edge of the table, and she fit her body against his. her thighs gripped his hips while she not so subtly began grinding against the bulge in his pants.

he grunted and lifted her from the table. quickly, he pulled her outfit over her head so she was completely naked and made her bend over. she leaned on the table with her forearms and looked into the mirror while he hurriedly undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. she gasped at the sight of his thick hard cock close to her ass. he gripped her ass, stuck out in front of him. she stifled a moan while he spread her ass cheeks to look at her pussy, still leaking with her own cum.

“you’re a dirty girl,” he said, pushing his dick into her pussy a little at a time. wanting him to fuck her hard, she was squirming. then he continued, “and dirty girls deserve a good old spanking.” he smacked her ass loudly and she screamed, while he shoved his thick cock into her as far as it would go. he did it again and again, faster, hitting her deep each time, her tight cunt milking him. he watched the sight they made in the mirror – her with her eyes closed, breasts swaying, body rocking wildly as he fucked her hard, unable to stop the moans and obscenities that poured from her mouth.

he bent slightly over her, one hand reaching under to toy with her clit, the other hand squeezing one of her breasts. she bucked against him, telling him she was going to cum. feeling that he was close to the edge as well, he slowed his thrusts and deepened them, so they hit the wall of her womb, and soon, grunting, they both came. he hugged her body to his so he could kiss her neck. 

pulling out of her, he scooped some of their juices from her dripping pussy with his fingers and brought it to her mouth. she gave him a hazy smile with her dazed eyes and sucked on his fingers, a look of satisfaction on her face. he brushed his lips against her cheek and smiled back, “seems like that was worth the wait.”