Pleading to Come Home

” Mina, Why are you calling?” I demaned. ” I want to come home to try to gain your trust.” She replied. My tone was abrupt, and clipped, Mina knew what it meant. Hearing my deep, velvety voice asking that question made her toes curl in her high-heeled pumps, and made every tiny little nerve ending in her body clench. The raw edge told her I was still angry at her for her betrayal. She missed me, she was craving for skin-to-skin contact.
” Tonight, John.” She cradled the phone against her ear and whispered into it like a lovesick teenager. ” I’ll be home tonight. Don’t make me wait for you.”

” I’ll be there as fast as I can get there.” Mina ended the call and fought that now-familiar internal battle to drag her attention back to something other than her body’s urgent demands. After several slow, deep breaths, she was able to focus again on not finalizing the settlement agreement we’d just concluded in the divorce that had taken her away from me in the first place. She wanted to get home. She needed to get home. She needed to get home, to me, and be fucked in that universe-altering manner to which she had become swiftly and thoroughly accustomed. We had been together more than five years now. Enough, she would have thought, for her to have gotten control of this voracious, insistent need for me. Apparently she was wrong. No matter how much sex we had, how many orgasms, how many places and positions and toys — and, it seemed, no matter what we did, on occasion, with other people — this hunger never seemed to fade; it roared to flaming lusty life every time she heard my voice or saw my tall, muscular body.

Professional pride was the only thing that kept her from hailing a taxi at that precise moment, negotiations be damned. Six hours later she was there. At home in Dallas. Walking into the living room, she sees me lying in the sofa waiting for her. My pulse was pounding when he walked in the door. The house was quiet; the room lit only by the scented candles and the fireplace. Mina pauses in the entryway, taking it all in with one glance, and then her eyes lit on me. I saw it immediately, the bright hot glitter in her eyes; I knew this mood very well, and when I saw it — when I saw that she just wanted it, now, she had to have it, I responded to that need, and she could see my response in the little smile that brushed my lips.

She paused at the door and I held up a glass of wine for her, smiling. I slowly crossed the room to take it, and my eyes held hers, steady and intent. They raked her, those eyes, roaming down over her soft blue silk blouse. The top was pulled tight against her, outlining her breasts. Her skirt had fallen open a bit, showing a smooth bare leg, all the way up to the top of her thigh. That knee was raised as I got close to her. Her nipples tightened when my eyes brushed them, lingering. She feels heat all the way through her body as I concentrate on her thigh.

I slowly sip the wine, standing over her, looking down. She sees me, suddenly, as a powerful, dangerous stallon, casting fear. Her pulse quickens. She wanted to challenge the stallon, to confront me, to show me she wasn’t afraid. Perhaps a part of her wanted to conquer me. No matter how her conscious brain knew or believed about men and women and relationships, another part of her recognizes pure masculine power and wants to surrender to it. For that moment, that part of her wanted, and needed, to be dominated, to be overwhelmed, and to be completely mastered by that power. The intensity, the eroticism of that almost magnetic force surrounding me, flowed shimmeringly through her, every nerve, every cell in her body leapt in response.

Between her legs she was soaking wet, and she moves one leg just slightly, exposing her to my blazing green gaze. Mina loves seeing my cock throbbing as my eyes linger over the silky glistening folds between her legs. My eyes slowly returns to hers. She knows how much she wants me, and the smile playing at the corners of my mouth tells her I was going to give her everything she wants. I sit the glass down and kneels on the floor beside her, running my fingers from her ankles all the way up her legs, my eyes never straying from her wet pussy lips. I bend my head close to her, only allowing my fingertips against her skin; She moans softly ” ooooh..ooooh..mmmmmm ” as my feathery touch slids up higher.

” Mmmmm,” I murmur softly. ” You feel so good, baby. And that pussy is beautiful.”
Mina wanted to answer. She wanted to tell me how hot her skin feels when my fingers touch her, she couldn’t speak. The back of one of my hands lightly brushes the soft shaved skin around her wet sticky little slit, her hips jerk in response. I laugh at that, I’m loving that she could not control her reaction. My feathery little kisses over her pubic mound and then blow on it, and the moisture gathers there cooled so her muscles contract involuntarily.

” Touch it for me, baby,” I told her softly, my voice low. ” Show me how you like to play with it. Show me.” She moves her fingers slowly over her clean shaved pussy, watching my eyes burn emerald green, and then slid the tip of her middle finger up and down the slick wet slit. She traces paths over the soft skin, around the fold, over this one, circling that one, getting her finger soaking wet. My pupils dilate, following her finger. She traces delicately around the edges of that hot little hole and then quickly dips inside. Thick hot liquid covers her finger, and her pleasure spikes dramatically as she sees my lips part. She pushes her finger further in, deeper, and wiggles it, knowing I see it, knowing I love that.

She pulls the finger out, slowly, and holds it up in the air, watching as it glistens in the firelight. She holds it up to me, touching my lips, sliding it between them when I open my mouth just slightly. My lips close and she feels gentle suction, my tongue swirling over the slender length between my lips, and she hooks that finger in my mouth, pulling it back toward her, bringing my lips closer. When I was close enough she pulls that finger away and into her mouth, and my lips instantly, forcefully cover hers. My tongue immediately enters her mouth, swirling around her as we both lick, and suck, her finger. Mina tastes the sweet, sharp tang of those juices, and she smells the heavy musky scent beneath that flavor, and her pulse begins to hammer a slow, familiar, intoxicating rhythm.

My tongue slowly circles inside her mouth. I grasp her wrist and pull her hand away, firmly, as I press my lips fully against hers. I urge her mouth open, deepening the kiss, she feels me pulling her hand back down to her now-throbbing center. I place it gently over the soft bare skin and move to cover her fingers, pressing them firmly over the tender outer lips.