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Welcome Home. From Wisteria Moon by Tilly Rivers
By Tilly Rivers
Friday, April 13, 2007

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Caution: This story contains explicit sexual content and is not suited for young children.

Welcome Home
copyright Tilly Rivers

Book: Wisteria Moon

 Welcome Home



As she turned her key in the front door, she sighed. It had been a long tour and she was so tired! The front door swung open and she slid out of her pumps in the small entryway, tossing her bags and jacket carelessly onto the floor.

She stepped around the corner into the living room, surprised to see the burning candles scattered throughout the room.

A small smile hit her face as she continued on to the dining area; the table that had been covered with paperwork the morning she had left was cleaned and set for two, again with the scented candles flickering.

She peeked into the kitchen and there he stood, wearing torn faded jeans and a cream-colored sweater, at the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. "Mmmmm, this is a surprise. What is it all about?"

He turned to her and wrapped his strong arms around her frame, enfolding her into a warm embrace. His voice tickled against her ear as he whispered. "All of this is because I missed you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you knew that."

His lips moved over hers and kissed her, slow and deep, with a passion that emphasized his words, echoing within her cavity how much he had misses her; missed them.

Her body instantly responded and she pressed her closer. His subdued groan vibrated against her softness and warmth while his cock hardened almost immediately.

They had both been apart too long. At times he thought of her At times he thought of her as a mystical ghost, here brief moments before gone again.

Stroking her back in firm long caresses, gently kneading her shoulders down to the small of her back only to return up the same path of sensuality he was creating with his eager touches.

She let her hands smooth over the sleek muscles of his back, savoring the potency that excluded between them. She had missed this so much! It felt like forever had passed since they had actually spent any time together. Her eyes closed and she returned his impatient kisses with ones of her own.

All too soon he gently pulled away, brushing a wayward strand of hair from her face. "I made chicken and salad. Let's enjoy the meal so we can enjoy each other."

She didn't care about the food he was offering. Her appetite was for his naked flesh upon hers; to feel his hard cock once more rubbing against her thigh, her pelvis, strong evidence of how much he had missed her.

Yet he went to so much trouble. She smiled, placing her desires on hold. Closing her eyes she sent up a mental wish for the food to be consumed quickly so she could feed her true hunger.

They sat down together and ate their dinner talking about all of the things that they had fallen behind on with each other. Each phrase, each syllable was marked with tiny touches, knowing glances, waiting for the true quest to start.

Her lust pounded in her ears all but drowning out everything except the ache to be touched. She watched his intense eyes as he spoke, remembering, wanting them to turn as dark now as they did when he first slid his hard cock deep into her swollen wet pussy walls.

His voice created shivers slowly crawling down her back, each vocal finger a delicate brush of erotic torture. Gooseflesh beaded on her ivory skin.

"Sweets are you cold?" As the words left his mouth he understood, taking an arm around her body, he pulled her into his lap.

Through the satin of her dress she could feel the heat of his arousal; the matching hunger that was burning, hidden under the table from her gaze.

He dropped his head to the back of her neck and began nibbling gently, his hand ran down her side, over her hip and thigh and then back up over her tummy and came to rest on her breasts.

He was now kissing the side of her neck as he let his hand roam over her breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing them, gliding his palm over her erect nipples through the covering of her garments. He was pinching them gently at first, then harder with each brush of his hand.

She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her pussy flood with warmth and moistness at his touch. She squirmed slightly as her naked core craved the harness beneath her.

He urgently turned her, spreading her legs wide on either side of him. The deep moan that escaped his mouth was stopped as her lips found his.

He cupped her pussy in his hand before piercing her searing heat with his fingers. His lips bucked up to meet this new pleasure and he smiled down at her. "Do you want me to show you how much I missed you?" he whispered into her ear, moving his fingers and jean-clad cock into her aching wet pussy walls.

She was incapable of speech; to utter a word of intelligent response was eaten with the raw waves of need. Instead, she pulled his lips into hers, kissing him with the fierce desire that burned within her. He pulled her off needing more room to explore her body, more room to touch and be touched as they both craved.

Quick urgent movements, desperate steps led them to the floor between the kitchen and bedroom before they gave in to their need. He moved down her body, trailing his mouth along her inflamed form.

Her dress was no longer a delicate decoration but an obstacle that needed to be removed. Now.

The quick rips of the material echoed in the air, only to be swallowed up with more sounds of deep breathing and moans; codes of words only deciphered by the lovers.

He took one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing them through the silkiness of her bra. As he moved down her tummy, he jerked the remaining parts of her dress in half, exposing her smooth pussy to his hungry gaze.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He had missed her so, and now all that he wanted to do was to bring her pleasure. Pleasure for both of them, until the walls echoed with the screams, until the voices blended and they no longer know which one belonged to the other, nor cared.

"Your scent drives me mad, the way you see things, the way you think, the way you move, turns me on more every day." His words were rough whispers against her center before he dropped his face to her wet core...

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