I Missed You

The sky dumped buckets of rain, my husband was working from home on his computer, and I had nothing to do. I made some coffee for us and, after handing him his cup, sat beside him on the couch. He has been too busy for the past two weeks; I could not even remember the last time we had a good talk.

I changed my focus and tried to enjoy the weather, letting the warm coffee soothed my insides and the aroma fill up my senses. Again, I shifted and looked at him, thinking, “He is a hunk.” He’d started letting his beard grow out, which made him look even sexier. He has beautiful eyes too, and every time his gaze lands on me, my heartbeat increases. That coffee and the weather were doing something strange to me. I felt the need to hold him close. How long had it been since we last had sex, maybe two weeks? The way the veins on his forearms projected out made me feel even hotter. I closed my eyes, not wanting to make it obvious or disturb him.

After a while, I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me intently with a hint of a smile on his lips. My breath hitched; I didn’t know what he was thinking.

Slowly, he sat the laptop on the coffee table. Wrapping his left hand around my shoulders, he started stroking the left side of my face. I could not help but lean onto him and place my head in the crook of his neck. He liked that.  His left hand started began roaming over my neck and down until it reached my left breast. He started kneading it slowly while kissing my forehead.

Our lips met. He urged his tongue inside my mouth, and I felt my strength wane. He started playing with my right breast with his right hand, and after a while, he slid my top off of me and began pinched my nipples. My breathing grew more and more erratic. Then his hands traveled downward, lifted my skirt, and started stroking my inner thighs. All the while, he kissed me.

I tried to reach his manhood, but he groaned and stopped me. “Not now, sweetheart,” he said.  His hands kept on playing with my thighs, and without my even realizing what he was up to, he moved my panty aside and started rubbing my clit with slow and gentle circles. I couldn’t resist leaning in more to draw in his scent.

My husband’s hand moved faster, then all of a sudden, it stopped. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me and licking his fingers before returning them to me. Two of them entered my womanhood while his eyes held mine. He began to plunge them in and out of me unhurriedly; then, he increased his pace and inserted one more finger.

I could not help but close my eyes and pull him towards me. He kissed my neck and sucked my breast like a wild man. His pace did not stagger a bit. The way his tongue worked wonders on my breasts and his fingers plunged into my vagina combined with his manly scent to push me to a big release. My body shuddered, and I could not control the convulsions that racked me.

He held me tightly till our breath stabilized. There was something sexy about how he remained fully dressed up while I was naked. We looked into each other eyes, and he smiled at me and said,  “I missed you. Wait for tonight, baby, or until I finish up my work.”

I replied, “I missed you too. I love your eyes.”

He just smiled and kissed me again.