Ginger Spice

Our days apart weigh heavy on my heart, and there isn't any communication between us, which I miss, because I wish we could talk on and off during the day so I knew how you were doing and tell you I love you, or make your day go better, perhaps quicker?

I'm always excited when you come home at night, because I have missed you so much during the day while we are apart. I plan quiet dinners and we sit and talk, other nights you're tired and we hardly talk, sometimes, you do all the talking and I listen, which is okay. Then there are those nights when you come home and I hope you're not late, or too tired because I want to surprise you. This was one of those nights.

I wanted to make tonight special, so I cooked a nice meal, in hopes you would arrive on time, and not too tired, or no extra work you had to do after hours. I planned to light the candles in the house, leaving a trail of my perfume for you to follow to our bedroom. Of course, I would leave dinner warm so if we decided to eat instead of play, well, it would be ready.

I took a long bath and prepped myself the way I think you like me, fixed my hair just right, and lit the candles in the bedroom. The glow off the mirror made things perfect. I looked at the clock and my heartbeat hastened, as I knew you would be arriving shortly.

I adjusted myself on our bed so you could see me; my legs spread just slightly showing off my anticipating pink flower of love. My breast were engorged and my nipples were tight at the thought of your lips and tongue caressing them.

I couldn't help but touch myself a little, as the longing in my body grew for your attention, oh how I wanted you to lick my folds and make me cum for you.

I heard you call me as you came in the house, but I didn't answer, I wanted you to find me on your own, hoping that you would not be annoyed at me for not meeting you at the door as I always do, but tonight, I wanted it to be special.

You call to me again; you are closer to our room. I hear you stop in your office long enough to drop off your briefcase and look through the mail. I hope you don't log on to your computer as you always do before we eat, "Oh please," I plead to myself quietly, "Let him find me soon."

You call to me once again and then I hear the doorknob move, my heart races and I look at myself making sure I am just right for you. I am, and I let out a long breath and close my eyes once to relax myself as you open the door fully.

I see your hand go up to the light switch, but you quickly pull it away as you see me. You take a few steps in and close the door behind you, standing there in silence. I wonder if you are looking at me or letting your eyes adjust to the candlelit room. "Baby" you whisper as you move closer to the bed.

I look up and catch your eyes with mine as a broad smile crosses your face. I still do not move, because I want you to take in every ounce of me, every curve, every tiny detail I have prepared myself for.

You reach down and slowly run your fingers down my arm, until you reach my hand, then play with the ring that I wear. You pull your hand away and brush your fingers against my face, making me look at you. I'm not sure how to read your eyes, are they wanting, longing, filled with anticipation of what is to come?

Your hand moves away from me, and you take off your tie and start unbuttoning your shirt. I notice that the bulge in your slacks is growing and I reach up to touch you, but you move my hand away before you remove your belt.

"No, Baby" you say, "not yet". I pull away and watch, waiting, wanting. I feel my body tighten and my pussy swell with excitement, my lips are puffy, and I can even feel the wetness build as I watch you undress. You strip down to nothing and your manhood stands straight out, directly in front of my face. I can see the precum drip from the little eye at the head, and want so much to place my tongue there, letting it's tip trace your hardness, sampling the cream that you have to share with me. I can see that I am in for a treat because the swelling continues and your head is enflamed even more.

"Baby," you whisper, "I want you."

"I'm yours," I reply.

You sweep me off the bed and into your arms, moving me so that you can kneel before me. I spread my legs just slightly, enough so you can take in my scent as your nose meets the 'V' at my thighs, I feel your tongue flick at my flesh, and I shiver with desire. I place my hands on your shoulders as you move my legs for better access, and shove your mouth against my puffed love.

I quiver as your tongue traces my flower, and feel the heat as you delve into me. "Your clit is so hard," you mumble as you flick it with your tongue, making me squirm against you. I feel my body shake as you push me to my breaking point; your hands hold my ass as you push deeper into my honey pot with your tongue.

"I'm going to cum, make me... make me cum." I beg with breathless words as I clench the bedpost to keep my balance. You press harder into my swollen flesh, greedily taking what I offer, and I cream, squirting all over you. You work quickly to clean me and push me for another one, which comes quickly, and I offer another creamy delight before collapsing back onto our bed.

Still knelt before me, you rub my legs and I tremble under your touch. I can't talk, because my breath has not returned, but I look at you and see want in your eyes. You crawl towards me, between my legs, your stiffness ready to pierce my flesh, split me open like an arrow to it target.

"I want to fuck my Baby," you say as you place yourself over me, poised to take your prize.

"Yes." I hiss as your swollen helmet rubs my pink flower.

With one swift plunge, you are inside of me; I can feel my walls encapsulate you fully. Slowly, methodically, you start to grind your body against me, and the natural rhythm between us grows.

I press my fingers into your arms as they balance your body over mine, your hips rubbing against my thighs as you work deeper into me. This is what I wanted, you, bonding to me. Yes, this is what I waited for all day, your body pressed into mine, your hot breath at my neck as you lay against me, whispering how much you love me, how you wish to possess me with each and every stroke.

Our movements are heated, one, as we crash into each other, "Fuck me harder, yes, harder, I want to feel you explode. Fill my body with your seed." I beg of you as you push with deeper intent. I look deep into your eyes and know that you are ready, as am I, "come my lover, fill my pussy with your seed, bond with me like only you can. I love you..."

You thrust at me harder, grunting, moaning, your body tightens and you swell so tight I think you may split my insides, then you look at me, "I'm cumming, Baby, I'm cumming in my Baby's pussy." you look away and I feel a hot load pushed deep into my body as it spasms' under you.

We collapse in a heap of sweaty, salty flesh, and you pull me against you, kissing me gently to seal our lovemaking. You thank me for the sweet gift I have given you, and hold me closer while we recover from our tryst.

Sleep takes us for a while, and a few hours later I wake to your gentle kisses as you arouse me, telling me you are hungry for more love, but right then you would like to see what I made you for dinner.

We make our way to the kitchen and sit quietly to eat, but I see the look in your eyes, and it's not long before you are enjoying dessert... Me, spread before you on the loveseat.