I step through the door, closing and locking it behind me. Resting my suitcase on the floor I take a deep breath and savor the silence of the house. I’m beyond happy to be home. I’ve been out of town visiting a friend for 6 days, and while it was great to see her, I’ve missed Justin more than words can say.
He actually isn’t expecting me until tomorrow, but I was homesick and ready to come home, so I changed my flight at the last minute. I had almost called to tell him, but decided it would be fun to surprise him.
It’s well past midnight, and the absolute quiet tells me I will find him asleep in our bed, so I head down the hall. Relief and excitement floods me as I move through the house, closer to him.
When I enter our room my eyes fall upon him right away. It’s pitch black save the soft glow of the nightlight in the bathroom, which shines in a muted golden haze, spotlighting him.
He is lying on his back in a twisted tangle of sheets. His lips are slightly parted, and his hair is adorably tousled with sleep. The calming sound of his soft rhythmic breathing fills the room.
His skin looks so soft and tan against the white linen. I go to him and caress his stomach, running my fingertips down the downy soft trail of hair just below his bellybutton. Sudden desire springs up inside of me the moment I touch him. 6 days. Jesus, we’ve never gone this long.
He stirs subtly but doesn’t wake, or even come close, so I tug the sheet that covers him away, revealing his soft, sleeping cock.
I pull my clothes off hurriedly and kneel beside the bed. He sleeps on, oblivious of me as I move to take him into my mouth.
I slide my tongue slowly up and down along the sides of his shaft. And while he may not realize I’m here yet, his cock certainly does and immediately begins to thicken under my tongue. I cup his heavy balls in my hand, marveling at their warm silkiness and purse my lips delicately around the smooth head of his dick…sucking gently before sinking down the long length of him.
He stiffens further and moans quietly in his sleep. That one tiny little noise is enough to make my pussy ache with need. His hips lift just a little, pushing deeper into my mouth as another dreamy sigh slips from him.
The fact that I am sucking his cock while he slumbers is so erotic that my head has begun to spin already. I wonder if the feeling of my mouth around him has pushed its way into his dream.
His hand finds me and runs through my hair…but wait---yes, he is still asleep. Low murmurs of pleasure flow from him faster now, so I pick up my pace…bobbing up and down his now pulsing dick until the head nudges the back of my throat.
He suddenly groans my name, “Chantelle…”
I rise from his cock with reluctance and whisper, “Hi.” Giving him a little smile that he cannot see in the darkness.
“You’re home early.” His voice rasps with sleep and sex.
“Surprise!” I place a light kiss upon the tiny bird that perches on his stomach.
“Oh god…” he sounds so relieved, “I missed you…come here.”
I move up his body, my legs on either side of him, hovering just above his cock. His mouth searches out my own and he kisses me with desperate relief.
“I’m getting rid of my alarm clock,” he teases as his tongue plays against my neck, “Wake me up like that every day.”
“I thought you might like that.” I whisper.
“I did…very much.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into another kiss.
“I couldn’t wait until morning.” I moan, grinding down on his hard cock.
“Dirty girl…” he scolds gently.
“And I was such a good girl before you came along.” I pout with mock regret.
“You still are a good girl, you’re just a whore in the bedroom. No one else can tell…I promise.”
“I should be mad at you for calling me a whore.” I tug his hair lightly and rock against his cock harder.
“You love it.” He raises his head off the pillow and draws my left nipple into his mouth, covering it with quick flicks of his tongue.
When my soft sighs give way to louder, more frantic cries he rolls me onto my back and braces himself above me with his right hand. His left moves down my body and his fingers slip into me at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“God….I fucking missed you Chantelle.” He moans again as my pussy opens up to welcome his touch.
“I missed you too.” I breathe, biting down on his shoulder.
“Show me how much you missed me.” He says, circling my clit gently with a single fingertip. “Cum for me…come on baby girl, I want to hear you scream.” He only calls me this when we’re in bed and I adore it.
He dips his fingers into me once more as his thumb wanders my diamond hard clit. He continues on this way, sucking and biting my nipples each in turn and working my pussy beautifully with his hand as I writhe beneath him.
When I am worked into a satisfactory frenzy, he begins to curl his fingers against the deliciously sweet spot deep within me.
“Oh my god Justin…” my words are punctuated by a long wail of ecstasy. “Right there! Right fucking there…don’t move!”
“That’s my girl…” he says with his mouth still around my nipple, “That’s it, come on…do it for me.
The orgasm he has so skillfully coaxed from me crashes hard to the surface. It dizzies me with its intensity and force, and I suddenly realize that I am screaming, just as he’d wanted me to.
He strokes me lightly, calming me as my screams fade to moans. “I missed that.” He confesses, kissing the creamy flesh of my breasts.
His cock is still hard and is pressed against my thigh. My need for him to be inside me is overwhelming and I can take it no longer. “Fuck me.” I demand, pulling him on top of me completely. I can’t see his face clearly, but I don’t need to see him to know that this has made him smile. He likes it when I’m a little bossy, if only so he can put me in my place.
“How do you want it babygirl?”
“Hard Justin…fuck me hard.
He enters me in a smooth glide. I purr contentedly as he fills me deeply, all the way to the thick base of his cock.
I rise to meet him, eager for a proper pounding after 6 long days of going without, but he remains still.
I breathe his name softly, and after a moment he begins to move in and out of my now frustrated cunt with slow, easy thrusts.
“Harder.” I beg.
“No, I think you’re in the mood for a nice slow fuck.” He goads, knowing perfectly well that I am in the mood for now such thing.
“Harder Justin.” I order with irritation.
He fucks me a smidge harder, just enough to make this even more like torture.
“God dammit Justin…fuck me...as hard as you can, fuck me! Come on!” my voice is raised with passionate, aching hunger as I push against his chest, attempting to force him to give it to me.
“What do you say Chantelle?” He teases in a whisper.
“Please! Please Justin…you have no idea how much I want it! Please…” I lap delicately at his full bottom lip as I beg…ending every few words with a soft curl of my tongue.
He groans quietly as I lick him and finally gives in.
He drives in to me hard and deep. Pumping with furious force as I thrash wildly beneath him, panting and screaming with lust and pleasure.
He drops his head and sucks and bites the thin, sensitive skin of my neck, moaning my name over and over. His breath falling hot upon my flesh.
“Tell me how much you love my cock babygirl.” He whispers gently in my ear, “Tell me…”
“I love it so much Justin…I love your cock so fucking much.” I choke, barely able to answer him as I draw closer to cumming for the second time.
“Do it for me again…cum all over that cock that you love so much.”
Another scream erupts from me as my body does as it’s told and I begin to cum…strong waves of sweet release roll through me until I am shaking and clawing his back.
The forceful contractions of my pussy grip his cock firmly, sending hot spurts of his sticky cum into me as he growls and moans above me. His tongue steadily sweeps across his lips as he pumps me full of his load, mesmerizing me.
When he finally slows and pulls out of me, moving to lay beside me, I feel the warmth of him spilling from me and long after I think he has fallen asleep he whispers in the darkness, “I love you babygirl…welcome home.”