Soon As I Get Home From Work

He sees me coming in the door and asks me about my day. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek with his beautiful full lips. I am wearing a button down shirt and slacks. I pull him closer before he can walk away. I want to kiss him deeper. I drop my bags and guide him walking backwards to the bed. My body pins him down at the hips, but his arms are free and unbuttoning my shirt. He wants to kiss me all over, but he has only unbuttoned my shirt halfway before he starts to unhook my bra. I unbutton the rest before the bra loosens and falls. His hands gently squeeze each breast. His finger traces the right nipple into hardness, and then he traces with his tongue and pulls the wide, hard nipple into hot, wet mouth. His lips pressed against skin, the pressure of the sucking and his tongue is what I wait for, and I feel my wet starting to soak through my panties and just starting to dampen my pants that I haven't taken off. He's holding my right breast with one hand as he licks and sucks its nipple, but his other hand is teasing the hardening left nipple. More than anything I am craving that left nipple's presence in his mouth. Maybe he will suck on them both at once. Maybe he will ask me if I like it and I will say yes. Maybe I will tell him, "I want to taste good to you, baby." No matter what, he keeps licking and sucking until he can feel how wet I am and I am grinding against him. He licks and sucks until I moan louder and more frequently, until I ask, "Do you want to?" "Not yet, " he says. I say OK. "I want you to come." The harder he is, the more he presses against me, and my breasts feel like swollen, ripe fruit. I want to feel the gush of sweet juice just beneath the skin. Then I start to feel the heat like a bright light building, and he is slurping and sucking, and I release a loud, long moan. I come, but I am so ready for him to make me come again, and so I can feel him shudder.