Sunday

He loves it when the day is done and he’s on his drive home, he calls me and asks what we should do for dinner, and I’m not  
thinking about food. It’s the last thing on my mind as I’ve had another stressful day at work, and need to release some pent up stress.
 
I told him I just showered, and I’m waiting for him to navigate his way through traffic. Whilst talking to him, I’m moisturising my limbs, and the entirety of my body. The tone of his voice makes me hot, and the ruggedness of his 3 day growth, makes my cunt ache because the sensation of his prickly face, against the softness of my flesh, drives me wild.  
 
I can hear the way his breath quickens & staggers as he asks how my day went. With few words, he knows what he’s coming home to, and says he’s just as hungry as I am and mentioned he showered & changed out of his grubby work clothes before he left.    
 
I tell him to drive safely, and that I’ll see him soon.  
 
Mmm. So. That means I won’t have to waste time waiting for him to shower after he arrives home, and by the time I’m done moisturising, brushing my hair and dabbing a smidgen of perfume upon my flesh, and I make my way to the other end of the house, he’ll be all over me just the way I like it.
 
His appetite is ferocious, and his love brings me to my knees, time & time again, it’s a blessing just to hold his gaze.
 
When he arrives home, he finds me partially naked sitting on a chair looking fresh & needy with those whorish fuck me eyes he just can’t resist, and I know my need is going to soon be filled hard & deep as he walks over to plant a lingering but crushing kiss upon my lips.  
 
Whilst inhaling his breath into my mouth, he pulls me up and grips me tightly to hold me closer to him, and I feel the gorgeousness of his rock hard cock, which is the only thing that should be standing between us.
 
I push him back onto the seat & tease him a little by rubbing up against him whilst looking back at him, I know it drives him wild, and sets him off like a firecracker until he’s bursting all over me.  
 
He finds the cold beverage I left on the side table and proceeds to crack it open, and skols it down, whilst pondering fuck knows what. Hmm. His cock, disappearing into my tight wet shaven gash, perhaps.
 
For a moment, all I can hear is his deep breath as he grips my hips and settles in to watch the magic unfold, and it isn’t long before his hands are all over me, and I hear the buckle on his jeans unclasp to release his monstrous rock hard compendium.  
 
My lips have read him a thousand times, and they soon find their way swirling upon his cock once again, tracing the letters of my name, until he’s ready to have his way with me. Hard & deep, soft & gentle, it doesn’t matter either way as he’s going to make me gush all over him.  
 
And he does, for the next hour, from the chair to the floor, to the kitchen bench & to the bathroom sink bench top, splayed wide & drilled hard, until we finish up against the wall before we nestle into one another, drowsily but freshly fucked, as we take a quick nap before finding something for dinner.