[WARNING: some sexually explicit content]
The lessons of the morning were done, and William closed his computer and looked around the kitchen, contemplating breakfast. Which would have normally followed such an early morning of online teaching, the smells of freshly baked tarts or sausage rolls – and at the very least, the brewing coffee – drawing Tahlia from their bed to join him at the table before he had even managed to finish preparing their meal. Just the thought of her wandering into the kitchen, eyes half shut, hair delightfully wild, her mouth sweetly grinning as she approached him for a kiss touched his heart and brought a heavy sigh from his chest. As he remembered that she was not there, but across the country, attending to her business.
“I miss you,” he muttered into the silence.
Yawning, he turned his back on breakfast and walked into the living room. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at his phone. Not quite 9:00 AM. It would be a couple of hours yet before he had to prepare for his classes at the college. He wondered if Tahlia were awake yet, wanting so much to hear her voice, but knowing that, as busy as she had been with her work, he should leave her to sleep.
“She’ll need it,” he said to no one. “Busy day ahead. Could use some more sleep myself.”
Then he looked around, thinking, ‘Why not?’ So he stood up, pulled open the couch into a full-sized bed, and laid down, scrunching the small pillow beneath his head. He yawned again and closed his eyes – and saw her. That smile of hers that he adored and missed so much when she was away. Her laughter, so infectious, spreading across his heart, imparting a sense of wholeness and joy he had never known before meeting her.
And her hands, her touch, the way her fingers felt tracing his flesh as her lips brushed his and her tongue entered his mouth, teasing a moan from deep inside him. Lying there now, he could taste her kisses and feel her hand sliding down his body until it wrapped at last around his hardening cock. His back arched as his breath grew more shallow and he began to suck on her tongue, which she slid back and forth into his mouth matching the pace of her hand stroking him up and down.
He’d never known a lover so passionately to perceive or so completely to please the needs of his body. He adored her. He needed her. Her touch, her kiss was the very spark of life that ignited his desires and his intense longing to bring her the same pleasure she had brought him. And it was with this thought that sleep at last claimed him. At least for a time. Until memories became dreams streaming across his thoughts, his mind, his flesh.
He seemed to be reliving their first night together – their kisses blissfully drawing them both out of any shyness, any uncertainty they might have felt. He felt again the eager union of their lips, the lingering teasing tips of their tongues tracing mouths, laced with a desire that simply overwhelmed him and left him wanting more and more of her. And when finally he knelt between her legs and entered her, it was as if all feeling – throughout his body – had focused on that perfect movement, pushing in and out, slowly, slowly going deeper, feeling how tightly she held him, how she squeezed his cock.
But at that moment, so enthralled by his dream, he suddenly became aware of something else. A different movement. And yet a so familiar taste as something soft and warm brushed across his lips, which he slowly opened, allowing his tongue to seek forward, licking excitedly the folds of flesh that pressed against his mouth. In his dream, he had been fucking her. What then was this – this glorious taste, the wetly wandering lips brushing, pushing against his own lips, against his opening mouth?
He moaned louder now, and the sound itself seemed to drag him out of his dreams. But these other lips were still pressed against his mouth. His tongue licked back and forth against them, snaking between them, entering her with such compelling need. He opened his eyes and greedily took in the view of her crouching of his face, her skirt hiked up, panties gone. She must have come home early, come in while he was sleeping, seen him there and wanted him as much as he had needed her. And now she was here, above him, pushing her pussy against his mouth, her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his tongue inside her. And seeing her pleasure, he grew more fervent, reaching up to grab her hips and pull her firmly down ever harder on his face, as if guiding her, urging her to fuck his mouth.
Across his lips she slid, slowly at first, timidly, but then with greater insistence and longer strides, as his tongue licked upwards across her lips to her clit, and then down again, between her lips and even further down until it slid into her ass, and she moaned even louder with the surprise of this other penetration. He held her there for a moment longer, sliding in and out of her, until she lowered her pussy lips over his mouth once again. Reaching down, she grabbed his hands to steady her as she began thrusting herself against him. He squirmed excitedly and pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could, exploring her, sucking on her, relishing every taste of her, wishing he could feel her dripping into his mouth, drinking in her delicious wetness.
When she came, her body trembled, her breath caught, and her hands squeezed his with such intensity. When she allowed herself to breathe again, she pulled slowly away, still trembling somewhat, as she slid down his body to lay against him, her head on his chest. He licked the moistness from his lips and swallowed with pleasure as he held her against him, felt her heartbeat slow, listened to his own slowly matching hers. She snuggled tighter along his length, her bare legs over his, and he gently stroked her hair and dared the perfect silence to break by whispering, “Welcome home, my love.”
George Ellington 