It had been three long months since I’d seen him. He was on his way over, and I was already wet with anticipation.
I listened for his quiet knock on the door and quickly opened it so that he could slip inside, hopefully unnoticed by the neighbors.
He pulled me close as soon as I had latched the door, kissing me fervently, hands exploring my body as if it were the first time again. I could already feel his hardness pressing into my stomach. I pulled away and took his hand, leading him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, gently closing the door behind us.
When I turned back around to face him he was leaning against the wall, eyes bright with lust, and I knew he was mentally undressing me. I felt a hot flush between my legs, and my heart skipped a beat. I moved towards him, and with a long finger, he nudged the shawl that was loosely draped over my shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. I shivered a little, partly from the cool air that my skin was now exposed to, but mostly from excitement. I knew that he could see my stiff nipples poking through my flimsy camisole; I had intentionally not worn a bra because I knew he liked that. I watched him gaze at my nipples, enjoying the power they seemed to have over him. He brought his hands up and just barely grazed his thumbs against the protrusions, sending electric currents down my core. A gasp escaped my lips, and this time I knew that he was enjoying his power.
Next, he took off his leather jacket and flung it towards the chair, but missed. I made as if to go and pick it up, but he growled “Leave it!” in a low voice, pulling me against him again. This time his hands slid into the waistband of my jeans, cupping my ass, pressing me firmly into his hardness.
Our breathing was ragged as we kissed, tongues entwined, my hands moving up his chest, skimming his shoulders, and winding my fingers in his hair. He continued to massage my ass cheeks as his tongue ravaged my mouth, and our hips ground into each other. I felt tiny shockwaves go through my body every time my nipples brushed against his chest.
Then, he reached one of his hands deeper between my legs, fingers exploring my soaking wet pussy from behind, making me moan at his touch. His finger slid between my swollen pussy lips and teased the entrance to my hole. I was hungry for him. I needed him inside me and I couldn’t wait any longer. My hands moved down to his arms to try to pull him towards the bed, but instead he undid his jeans to free his huge cock. Oh, how i had missed it! I stared at it lustily as I fumbled with my button and zipper. He yanked down my jeans and panties in one swift motion as soon as I got them undone.
I knew we weren’t going to make it to the bed. He slid his tall frame down a little against the wall, and I stood up on my toes, freeing one leg from my panties to wrap it around his hip, as he finally, finally penetrated my soaking wet pussy. We moaned in unison at that first thrust, and I felt myself being stretched deliciously around his cock as it reached my burning hot depths.
Another thrust, then another, and another. I was already close and I hung on to him for dear life, burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans. The walls between us and the neighbors were thin, and I couldn’t have them wondering why I was moaning, especially when my husband’s car wasn’t in the driveway.
His breathing got sharper as he got closer, arms wrapped around my waist, pushing me down onto his cock every time he thrust his hips into me. My juices were running down my inner thigh, my breath hot on his neck, and as he exploded inside me he moaned and gasped and said my name over and over, as he always did when he was cumming. The sensation of his cock spasming inside me, and knowing his hot cum was shooting into me, mingling with my juices, pushed me over the edge. I felt my pussy clench and unclench around his organ as my legs gave way.
He held me against him until our breathing had returned to normal. Once we were both sufficiently recovered he slowly pulled out of me and grinned as he saw our juices trickling down my legs.
We knew there wasn’t much time, so we quickly got dressed, and he followed me back to the door, where he kissed me deeply and whispered, “Thanks, babe. That was incredible,” before leaving as stealthily as he had arrived.
As soon as the door was locked behind him I scurried back to to the bedroom, quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them into the hamper, and had a quick shower before climbing into bed. When my husband came home he would be none the wiser. I sighed with relief and satisfaction as I drifted off to sleep.