by Mae, Mandee
I could just eat him alive right now with how good he looks. “I love you, Pierce.”
“I love you, too. Now, let’s get inside. We need to get down to business.”
We run inside our bungalow, tossing our bags aside and fall into bed. Our hands are everywhere. It’s like the first time all over again. I’m scrambling to get his shirt up over his head. His are fumbling to get my bra undone. Finally, after getting that damn shirt off and getting a look at his chiseled chest, I move down and start undoing his pants. Of course, I don’t just try to undo the button and the zipper, I run my hand over his cock and feel how hard he is.
“Baby, if you don’t help me take this fucking shirt off you, then I’m gonna rip it.”
“Fine.” I feign pouting and rise up on my knees in front of him and do a mini striptease while removing my shirt then bra, swinging it above my head a couple of times before tossing it off to the side to land in the never-never land of clothes.
His eyes widen and he licks his lips. “Have mercy. I love your boobs,” he says, reaching up and grabbing a handful, causing me to be off balance and tipping over to the side. “Where you going?” It’s nice to know I can make him laugh while I’m toppling over trying to be all sexy.
Pierce quickly catapults up off the bed and flattens me. “There. I have you right where I want you. Now, what shall I do with you?” he says, nibbling on my ear.
I can hardly catch my breath from laughing so hard and then I look him straight in the eye and it’s like time stands still. He starts running his thumb across my bottom lip. The only thing I can think of at this moment is that this is it. Our time has finally come, but at the same time, I’m asking myself why the hell I’m so nervous. It’s not like we haven’t had sex before. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been so long. We haven’t had sex since we got back together. It’s not that we didn’t try, but it just didn’t work. We decided that it was something we didn’t want to rush. We were afraid that if we pushed it too far then it would backfire on us. So, we decided to let everything happen on its own. That didn’t mean we didn’t play around with some more prostate play because we did. And I learned to loosen up and have a little more fun, too.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this.” The amount of love that is showing in his eyes right now is like never before.
Tears well up in my eyes. “I’m sorry it’s been so long.”
He lowers his lips to mine, starting the kiss off nice and slow. It’s like he’s got everything pictured how he wants this mission to go only this time he knows for sure what the outcome will be.
He takes his time, learning every inch of my body. Kissing and nibbling his way down until he can’t go any further. “This is one of the things that kept me going.” He reaches down and undoes my button, then the zipper, slowly starting to peel my pants and panties off. “Not knowing for sure if I’ll ever be able to make love to you kills me, but I always tried to stay positive.” He smiles big. “And look where it’s got you.”
“Right where I want to be.”
“Here’s to a great homecoming.” He chuckles a little.
He makes quick work of the rest of it, with his soon following, not having a care in the world where the clothes land. He nestles between my legs. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my legs. He knows how wet I am. Now, normally I would like a little more floor play, but right now, all I really want is for Pierce to just fuck me.
He starts rocking his hips slightly, making sure his dick is nice and slick. “God, Kinlee. Just bear with me, please.”
I grab his face with my hands to make sure he’s looking at me. “I love you. No matter what.”
I know he’s nervous. I know he’s scared, but he really shouldn’t be. I know that everything will work the way it’s supposed to.
He pulls his hips back and aligns his dick with my entrance, slowing pressing further in each time. “Jesus, fuck.”
I’m totally lost on what to do. I want to keep my eyes open so I can watch his face, but I want to close them so I can really feel him more. My brain makes my mind up for me when my eyes start rolling into the back of my head.
“Oh, God, you feel good.”
“I don’t know how long this is gonna last baby.” He halts when he’s worked his cock all the way in.
He pulls back after a moment and slides in only to retreat, but this time he slams in, bottoming out when he does. “Holy fuck. A couple more like that and I’ll be right there with you.”
He takes that literal because that’s exactly what he does, repeatedly, and it doesn’t take long before I start feeling everything tighten up and my orgasm consumes me.
“Fuck, Kinlee. You tighten up anymore.” He thrusts into me two more times. “Fuck!” he shouts.
I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I open my eyes just in time to see his orgasm take him by storm and I know I’m smiling from ear to ear.
“Come on. We have a big day tomorrow. The movers will be here bright and early in the morning.” I slap his leg, urging him to get off the swing and come inside with me.
He follows me in and we go through the usual routine of getting ready for bed. We always race to see who can get done first. The last one done has to turn out the bedroom light. It’s our little thing and tonight, Pierce is the one who has to turn out the lights. I think he lets me win half the time just so he can pretend he’s the boogieman coming to get me.
He crawls into bed and pulls me close to him, practically molding me to his body. It’s pretty much guaranteed that I won’t be able to get out of bed in the morning, but I love the fact that he does that.
“’Night, baby. Love you,” he whispers then kisses my ear.
“’Night honey. Love you, too.”
My last thoughts before sleep finally claims me for the night is that I always hoped and dreamed that this day would come. I didn’t think life could get any better. I slowly ease my hand down to my stomach and gently caress it. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day, and Pierce is going to get the surprise of a lifetime.
The End
Poems by
Michael E Peadro
Evening Out
Dancing upon moonbeams I start out for the night
Following glimmering dew drops in the fading light
Prisms of glowing arrows point me in the direction
Songs of the sirens draw me in to start my resurrection
I drink from the babbling brook to help pass the time
Sit amongst the crowded trees and watch this world of mine
The sound of my surroundings start to console me
Making a hypnotic rhythm I hear full heartedly
I wonder what other things might be upon the opposing shore
Finally decide to wonder home for the brook babbles no more
Old Friend
Hello my dear old friend
Good to finally see you again
Come in and have a seat
Relax and put up your feet
Sure has been quite a long while
Glad to see that familiar smile
I could have used you a time or two
When I was feeling down and blue
But those days are no longer here
I do not have the same old fears
So tell me how have you been
Now let’s let the evening begin
As you tell all your stories
It starts to bring back memories
We reminisce about the fun that we had
And don’t mention the ones that were bad
How we used to philosophise
About the troubles in our lives
Or we would just sit there at home
Just talking all on our own
Sometimes we would go down town
Then start the running around
Cause some trouble and have some fun
We sure knew how to get the job done
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