It had been a while since she'd last saw Raphael and she couldn't help but smile to herself throughout the day as she got on with her usual routine. She'd spent the last few hours in her home office answering emails in a blissful haze as the thought of him coming home made her mind drift almost constantly. They had been married only two years but together for 12 years. Both meeting when they were 16 on a family holiday to Cancun Mexico.
Hayley was the one on vacation but Raphael lived there with his parents. He had saw her out on the beach, her long natural blonde hair was waving about in the sea breeze and she was so pale that she seemed to glow like some kind of angel in the sun. He couldn't stop staring at her that whole day but what he didn't know was that he'd caught her eye too. It was later that night, at a local bar that she'd seen him again. He worked there at the weekends collecting glasses for some extra money and he'd slipped her a hand written note on a napkin to meet him at the beach at midnight. It became a nightly thing for the next two weeks until she had to fly home.
The night before she left they had exchanged addresses and phone numbers. They spent the next two years writing to each other and speaking on the phone. Hayley had to work extra hours just to pay for the long distance phone calls but it was all totally worth it. Two years later, when Raphael turned 18 he flew over to the UK to visit Hayley. He'd been saving up his money for the flight for months. It was the first night, in a small bed and breakfast that Hayley lost her virginity to Raphael and he'd never admitted it until a couple years after but he'd lost his to her, too.
The distance never was an issue for them because the love they shared was something they would risk everything for. Which was why when they both turned 21 they decided they would move in together. Raphael was so taken with small town Hayley lived in that he'd wanted to move overseas. Hayley was so taken with him that it made her love him even more, she didn't want to be too far away from her family but if he'd wanted to stay in Mexico she'd have moved out there in a heartbeat. They flew out to visit his parents as often as they could but sometimes Raphael would go out to spend a few weeks to see them on his own.
After a soak in the bath, Hayley was sat in their living room on the plush grey suede couch, mindlessly flicking through channels trying to find something to watch. As usual her husband's flight was delayed a few hours so the curls she'd put in her hair were starting to fall and the dark red lipstick she'd put on had almost worn off. Her eyes started to feel heavy and although she tried her hardest to stay awake by 10pm she'd completely fell asleep on the couch.
Raphael cursed to himself as he struggled with his bags and the bottle of priceless champagne as he tried to close the taxi door outside of his house. So happy to be home and see Hayley, the frustration of the 5 hour flight delay had subsided as he knew the woman he'd given his heart to all those years ago was behind that white wooden door. He'd always loved going to see his family but he also preferred it when Hayley went with him although she couldn't get the time off work with it being their busiest time of the year. It had given him a chance to catch up with his old friends and have some man time with them, which was basically just hanging out and drinking. As he let himself into the house the first thing he noticed was the smell and it made him smile, Hayley had been obsessed with vanilla since he'd known her so it was only right that their house carried that scent. Whenever he smelt vanilla it always made him think of her. Next he could hear the television in the background. He placed his bags down on the floor in the hallway by the stairs and walked into the living room, champagne at the ready to drink with the love of his life. As he opened the door he noticed her sleeping on the sofa and couldn't help but smile. She was wearing a black silk night dress that even if it wasn't riding up in her sleep it still would have left little to the imagination. He'd never seen it before and the thought that she'd picked it out just for his return touched his heart. She always did that whenever he went away without her and then came home to find her wearing some kind of sexy outfit just for him. Although this was the first time his flight had been so delayed that she'd fallen asleep.
Walking over to her sleeping form he knelt down to get a look at her and smiled as he tucked a lock of golden curls behind her ear and then placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She moaned a little and her eye's flickered open.
"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." He found himself whispering, that accent of his making her stomach do flips just like it always had done.
"I'm glad you did." She smiled up at him. He also loved her thick British accent. Her light blue eyes, creamy skin and golden hair. He'd found her breathtaking the first time they met and hadn't thought any differently in the past 12 years. "Did you just get back?"
"I did." He nodded his head, bending his face down to press his lips against hers. She couldn't help but moan as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth to massage against hers. She'd always loved how he kissed, so slow and sensual. She'd always become so wet from just kissing him. "Fuck, I've missed you so much, mi amor."
Climbing on top of her, Raphael continued his kisses as he nestled himself between her legs. Grinding his pelvis against her as his cock became so hard it was almost painful. He was glad he'd decided to wear his grey sweat pants to fly back in because he just knew jeans would have been far too uncomfortable, for the flight and for this. Hayley gasped out into his mouth as his erection ground against her already wet and aching pussy, the friction was so delicious that she lifted up her hips to grind herself on him, desperate for a release. She wanted him inside her so badly, but he had other idea's.
