I woke up with a start, my body already humming with anticipation. You had left for work earlier, leaving me alone in our bed, the sheets still warm from your body. I was so wet, so needy, that I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself. I slid out of my silky panties, the cool air of the room making me shiver, and began to stroke my clit, my fingers moving in slow, teasing circles.
"Julian," I moaned your name, my voice echoing in the empty room. "I need you so bad."
But you weren't there, and I was left to my own devices. I slipped a finger inside myself, my back arching off the bed as I imagined it was you filling me up. I added another finger, then another, stretching myself, preparing myself for what I hoped would be a long, hard night of fucking.
I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my juices coating my fingers. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed you.
I spent the day in a state of constant arousal, my body on edge, my mind filled with dirty thoughts. I sent you a text, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
I didn't have to wait long. As soon as you walked through the door, I was on you, my lips crashing against yours, my hands tearing at your clothes. You laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Someone's eager," you teased, your hands roaming my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.
"I've been thinking about this all day," I panted, my fingers working at your belt, my mouth watering at the thought of your cock.
I finally freed your dick, my hand wrapping around it, stroking it, feeling it harden in my grip. You groaned, your head falling back, your hips bucking into my touch.
"Fuck, Jacinta," you growled. "You're going to make me come before we even get started."
I smirked, my hand moving faster, my thumb swirling around the head of your cock, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there.
"Good," I said, my voice low and husky. "Because I want to taste you."
I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering as I looked up at you, your cock standing tall and proud, begging for my attention. I licked my lips, my tongue darting out to tease the head of your cock, my hands gripping your thighs, my nails digging into your flesh.
You hissed, your hips jerking, your hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, yes," you groaned. "Just like that."
I took you into my mouth, my lips stretching around your girth, my tongue swirling around your shaft, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. You tasted so good, so salty, so masculine, that I couldn't get enough. I sucked and licked and nipped, my body on fire, my pussy dripping with need.
But you had other plans. You pulled me to my feet, your mouth crashing against mine, your tongue invading my mouth, your hands tearing at my clothes. I was naked in seconds, my body on display, my nipples hard, my pussy wet and ready.
You pushed me onto the bed, your body covering mine, your cock pressing against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around you, my heels digging into your ass, pulling you closer, urging you to fill me up.
"Fuck me, Julian," I begged, my voice breathless, my body trembling with need. "Fuck me hard."
You didn't need to be told twice. You slammed into me, your cock filling me up, stretching me, making me gasp and moan and beg for more. You set a punishing pace, your hips slamming against mine, your cock hitting that spot deep inside me that made me see stars.
I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on your cock, my nails digging into your back. But you didn't stop. You kept fucking me, your cock sliding in and out of me, your hips grinding against mine, your mouth devouring mine.
I came again, and again, my body a writhing, moaning mess beneath you. And when you finally came, your cock pulsing inside me, your hot cum filling me up, I came one last time, my body milking yours, my pussy squeezing every last drop out of you.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I turned to you, a smirk on my lips, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest.
"Well," I said, my voice breathless. "That was one hell of a welcome home."
You laughed, your arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. "You're insatiable," you teased, your lips brushing against mine.
"I know," I said, my hand sliding down your body, my fingers wrapping around your cock, which was already hardening again. "And you love it."
You groaned, your hips bucking into my touch. "Fuck, Jacinta," you growled. "What am I going to do with you?"
I smirked, my hand moving faster, my thumb swirling around the head of your cock. "I can think of a few things," I said, my voice low and husky. "But first, I have a little surprise for you."
I reached into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a blindfold. Your eyes widened, a smirk spreading across your lips.
"Oh, really?" you said, your voice low and dangerous. "And what do you have planned?"
I tied the blindfold around your eyes, my fingers brushing against your lips, my body pressing against yours. "You'll just have to wait and see," I whispered, my lips brushing against your ear, my hand wrapping around your cock, stroking it, teasing it, making you groan and beg and plead for more.