For You

I wasn't sure when he'd be home but I only knew that I missed his touch. He was working late again but that was really nothing new. He loved his job and I had always known that his work was his life so I never really complained.

I thought back to when we had met so many years ago and when I had known that we would have a life together. He was 35 and had been single for about a year and I was a young, naive 20 year old girl who didn't know what it was I wanted out of life yet. We had instantly connected in a way that I never had with my other two boyfriends and from that moment on, we were inseparable.

The first time we had sex I had looked into his blue eyes as he moved above me, arms on either side of me with mine wrapped around his back to pull him to me, and I knew that this wasn't just sex anymore. This was lovemaking. His cock gently slid in and out of me as it searched for all of my secret buttons, his chest hair tickling my nipples...

I glance back at the clock and see that it was almost ten and sigh as I get up from the couch to pour myself another glass of wine as I hear my phone go off. I know it is him texting to tell me when he'll be home because he knows that I worry about him when he is out this late.

Sighing again I stand in the living room doorway and think about putting on a movie to make the time go by faster but just as quickly I push the thought aside. I'm not in the mood for TV and know that I'd never be able to concentrate on a book. So I just stand there, slowly sipping my wine and I letting the flavors roll over my tongue, tasting the deep richness of the Merlot I had opened earlier in the night.

As I scan the room, my eyes catch the shape of a discarded t-shirt that he has thrown carelessly across the room when I wasn't looking, landing behind a chair. Smiling and shaking my head I walk over and bend down to pick it up. Walking to the laundry room I catch the smell that is only him and close my eyes as I pause to savor it. I think back to the last time we had sex and realize that it was a quickie four days ago before we had fallen asleep.

I stroll back through the house and sit on the couch again, my faded cotton nightgown riding up my thighs as I do and set my wineglass on the table beside me, hearing the faint click of the glass hitting the table top. I close my eyes and hear nothing but the clock, gently ticking away the seconds on the wall above my head as I lean back to rest against the cushions.

I slowly slide one hand up my thigh, not stopping until I am at the apex of my thighs and bring the other one up to gently cup my breast through my nightdress. I softly pinch one nipple between my finger and thumb, bringing a low moan from my throat as my curious fingers find the edge of my pussy lips. I think about his cock and how it would feel to have him slowly slide down my throat, balls pressing against my chin as I work to take all of him down and taste his precum as he gets harder.

I love sucking his cock and it never fails to turn me on when I do. There is nothing like the power that comes with knowing it is ME that is making him hard as I slide my tongue over his length and swirl it back up again to flick the tip with my tongue. I imagine I hear him groan as I roll my nipple and gently pinch it to make a jolt of pleasure shoot to my clit. My fingers dip lower to my opening and I feel how wet I am becoming.

I shift my ass lower on the couch so I can spread my legs and prop my feet up on the coffee table, pulling my nightgown up and over my head to fling it across the room. I want to be naked when he comes home and imagine that I can feel his eyes on my spread pussy lips and erect nipples.

I take both nipples into my hands and roll them between my fingers, feeling their rubbery softness as they harden into little pink tips. I squeeze again and feel it lower as my pussy slowly starts to throb with need. I lean my head back again and close my eyes as my hands wander down lower, feeling my stomach quiver at my touch. Then lower still until I reach my bare pussy. It is smooth and I can feel how hot it is as it waits for me to touch it.

I think about his tongue flicking my clit as he slowly works two thick fingers into my tight opening and slide two of my own slender ones in, feeling my own wetness and warmth. My fingers find my clit and pinch it lightly sending a shudder through me as I slowly work my fingers in and out like they are my lover's cock.

My heart is starting to race as I touch myself, knowing that he could walk in any minute and catch me. He loves it when I masturbate for him but it is something that I've always been shy about doing for him. It almost feels like I'm giving away a part of my soul. It is just so intimate touching myself this way, feeling my own wetness coating my fingers and hearing my own moans of pleasure.

My legs press wider still so I can really work my fingers in and out while I start to slide my fingers across my hard clit, dipping lower every so often to catch some of my wetness so I can feel it slide under my fingers.

I think about the way he cums after he has fucked me until I can't take anymore, his handsome face twisting into a grimace as he groans loudly above me. His cock spurting cum inside of me as we work to slow our labored breathing and racing hearts...

I feel my pussy tighten around my fingers as I get closer to cumming and pick up the pace on my clit. I pause to pull my fingers out so I can run them across my aching nipples, coating them with my juices and then bringing them to my mouth so I can suck the tangy wetness from them before plunging them back into my dripping pussy. I am so close but my orgasm remains out of reach as I rub my clit a little harder to seek some more friction and pump my fingers faster, curling one up to hit my inner trigger.

My moans are louder as I start to whisper "Fuck", fingers synchronizing in a sexual rhythm that only I can hear. I buck my hips up, seeking out my orgasm when it hits. My pussy clamps down on my fingers as I furiously rub my clit, yelling and cursing as the pleasure washes over me, hips leaving the couch with every jolt of pleasure that runs through me.

As I come down from my high, my fingers slow and then stop as I pull them out to bring them to my lips, knowing that he'll taste me when we kiss goodnight. My fingers slow their pace on my clit as I lazily rub it for a few minutes until I know that I am done cumming.

My heart is pounding in my ears so loud that I fail to hear the front door open until I feel a gust of cool air on my overheated body. I know it is him so I am not alarmed but I am still embarrassed to have been caught doing what I had wanted him to do to me all week.

"I see you're still up," he says as I open my eyes and look over at him. He is grinning from ear to ear as his shoes hit the floor and his hands work to remove every last stitch of clothing from his body so he can jump me.

I grin back and start laughing when he grabs me around the waist and twists me around so I am on my back and he is hovering above me, his cock standing out at an angle from his body. He leans down to kiss me and when he tastes my pussy juices on my lips he groans low in his throat and moves so he is laying between my spread thighs. I know he's not going to last long so I wrap my long legs around his waist, feel his impatient cock press into my pussy, and hang on for dear life as he pumps me with long hard strokes. In no time I feel my pussy convulse in a small, but intense orgasm, and feel him pull out to coat my stomach with his hot cum, head thrown back in pleasure as he pumps himself to get every last drop out.

"Love you," he says as he leans down to kiss me.

"Love you, too."