Member-only story
Let’s Fuck When I Return Home To You
I want you to have me like we’re starved for each other
My luggage clicked and dragged behind my feet. The seventeen plus hours in the airport had run my body and mind ragged. All I knew was that I wanted him desperately against me. I wanted his breath, touch, scent, and arms wrapped around me so tight. I texted him that I was finally home and made the trek to the outside area.
It had been two weeks since we had been together. I experienced this new country by myself and he supported me. My horniness for him only grew as the trip went on. At times I had to remind myself that he wasn’t near. I couldn’t just nestle my face in his chest, in his shoulder, and rest my hand on his dick while we both slept.
The sliding glass doors opened to the outside waiting area. I stepped out into the fluorescent lit darkness. The wave of humidity hit me like an oppressive smack in the face. He texted me that he was in the line coming up to grab me. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I bit down on my cuticle and scanned the cars lining up to move forward.
I finally spotted his car in the line up. It was the next up and I walked toward his vehicle. I saw his form step out and I rushed to meet him.
