Home From Work

It had been,
A very long day.

Begun,
Before dawn.

After dark,
When I arrived home.

Walked in the door.

Shut it behind me.

Turned to flip the light switch.

I felt,
Her had grab my belt,
Unfasten it,
Pop the button,
Off my pants,
Yank them,
And my brief,
To my knees.

Her hand raised my cock,
Up,
Soft,
Shrunken.

Her lips met,
The head of my cock,
Slid their way down,
To its base.

Moments before,
I’d been flaccid,
Now growing quickly;
Doubling,
Then doubling again,
In her hot wet mouth,
As her lips,
Worked from base,
To tip,
Back down again.

My breathing became,
Labored,
Then panting,
As her tongue,
Caressed,
Stroked,
The rapid growing,
Length,
Of my cock.

My hands played in her hair,
As she sucked me,
My fingers combed her hair,
Almost subconsciously,
Guiding her head,
Its mouth,
As my cock moved,
In and out,
My balls slapping against,
Her chin.

My hips,
Began to rock,
Then thrust,
My cock,
Deeply into,
Her mouth.

As I edged closer,
Lost in the moment,
My hands ,
Dropped from her head.

Her hands gripped my ass,
Pulling me,
My cock,
Forcefully,
Into her mouth.

(Her nails would leave,
Reminders in my ass,
I would feel,
For days to come.)

My gasp of climax,
Released waves,
Of cum,
Pumped,
into her mouth,
Down her throat.

Sucked in,
Swallowed.

Still,
She kept me,
In her mouth,
Until licked clean,
Flaccid,
She allowed me,
To fall from her lips.

With a final,
Wipe of her tongue,
Across,
Around,
Her lips,
She looked up at me,
Said,
“What would you,
Like for dinner?”