37 days. 888 hours. 53,280 minutes. Give or take a few.
That's how long they'd been apart. Not that long really, in the grand scheme of things. A blip of time. A paragraph in a novel. Five weeks and some change. It wasn't a lifetime.
But it felt that way. To her. The way her heart ached for its other half had seemed unbearable at the time. Still, she had persevered. It hadn't been easy for either one of them. Their first separation since they'd been married. The learning curve neither had been prepared for.
Tonight, it ended. He was finally coming home to her. To their house and their dogs and their lives and their bed. She was beside herself with excitement; and just a touch of nerves. After five weeks of rollercoaster emotions and dozens of naked texts, she was ready for his touch to soothe her. Save her. Set her world straight again. And she was fairly certain he felt the same.
The first moments after his return were chaos. In dog years he probably had been gone a lifetime and the dogs went crazy seeing him again. All three jumped on him, whining with excitement. Like a good doggy dad, he got down on the floor to love on each dog in turn and they both laughed at the overwhelming excitement each dog displayed.
Then it was her turn. As he stood, he dusted some of the dog hair off his shirt and met her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as it always did when he looked at her like that; his dark eyes filled with love and desire and promise. She took a step forward even as he reached for her, wrapping his long arms around her in a tight bear hug. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the musky and unique scent of him. Her husband.
"You came back to me," she whispered into his chest.
His hands came up to cup her face. "Always," he told her before pressing his lips to hers.
The kiss was deep and full of longing. His hand ran down her sides to grab her ass and he easily lifted her off her feet. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall, his lips never leaving hers. His mouth trailed across her cheek and down her neck and she moaned as she tilted her head to give him better access.
"God, I missed you," he said, his breath hot on her neck.
She let out a small squeak as he thrust his hips into her so she could feel his growing erection. "I missed you too," she gasped. Already she was feeling flushed and hot, her body tingling in a way only he made her feel. She wanted his hands everywhere. His mouth everywhere.
He pulled her away from the wall and carried her to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him to keep the dogs out. As soon as he set her down, she dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling at the elastic waistband of the gym shorts he'd worn to travel home. Even as he shed his shirt, he felt her mouth close around the tip of his cock. He let out a low growl as she sucked him into her mouth.
She looked so beautiful down there. On her knees, green eyes staring up at him. She braced her hands on his thighs as he wrapped a hand in her long hair. "Fuck," he cursed as she began bobbing up and down his hard shaft. Her mouth felt so good, so hot, he was almost overwhelmed with the desire to face fuck her until he shot his cum down the back of her throat. But there would be time for that later. First, he needed to be inside her. After that, all bets were off.
After a few moments of enjoying her blowjob, a talent of hers really, he pushed her away. "Take your clothes off," he commanded and she immediately stripped off her tank top, yoga pants and underwear. "On the bed and spread your legs."
Again, she reacted immediately. Complying eagerly to his orders She bit her lip as she lay back, legs spread, open and vulnerable. Her body burned, her pussy ached for him. He stood before her naked and her breath caught at how beautiful he was with his muscles and tattoos and happy trail that ran from his navel to his cock.
One large, calloused hand closed over her small, soft breast and she arched her back into the touch. He pinched her nipple between his fingers as his mouth came down on her other breast. She gasped and whimpered as he teased her. She felt his tongue flick across the nipple he had caught between his teeth. As he moved his mouth to the other nipple, his hand trailed down her stomach to cup her mound. She flexed her hips into his hand, an invitation.
His middle finger eased through the top of her slit and he growled again when he felt her wetness. "My baby's ready for me already," he observed, his voice husky and full of lust.
She squirmed beneath him. "It's been too long," she answered.
"Yes it has," he replied just as he slid his finger into her pussy. She arched almost off the bed as he did and he caught her breast in his mouth again.
"Ooohh..." she purred as his finger swirled inside her and the heel of his hand ground against her clit.
