FL - Part 2 - Home

I flew out the next morning. I was still struggling to wrap my mind around what I'd done, what you'd done, what it meant for me moving forward. I couldn't help but play through all of the scenarios that filled me with dread, I had no room for the pleasurable fantasies I knew had been filling your head since this door opened.

I got home and wrestled my suitcase up the back stairs, you were waiting for me in the kitchen. You took my bag and immediately pulled me by the hair up the last step and led me over to the counter. I was wearing jeans, it was cold at home still, I'd dressed for the weather and not your mood.

You roughly pulled my jeans down and forced my legs apart awkwardly as my ankles were still trapped by my pants. You buried your mouth in me and hearing you moan in pleasure at what I'd done, what you'd delivered me into, made it all worthwhile.

You stood behind me and grabbed my hair in your fist and slid inside of me. I didn't care if the neighbors saw my expression of absolute pleasure or if they heard my hungry moans. You buried inside of me was the best homecoming I could ask for.

We didn't speak of it all weekend, you wouldn't allow it.

"You don't need to worry about it. You do your job, I'll do mine." You said.

The anticipation that went along with that declaration kept me wet and ready throughout the weekend. Though we had dinner with friends in the city, went to a movie, went to breakfast with my parents, and cooked dinner for your family Sunday evening, there was an insatiable energy that surrounded and distracted us throughout the weekend.

Though we indulged in one another every spare moment we got, though you woke me with your cock Saturday morning and I woke you with my mouth in the middle of the night Sunday, we couldn't seem to reach the point of satisfaction.

I feared your imagination and what the pent up desires were going to lead to down the road.