He was here.

I watched his truck pull into the drive and I wondered at how I should greet him. I moved the cursor and changed the image I have been enjoying to another.

I liked the idea of him walking in on me. Slowly I moved my other hand up my thigh, savoring the smoothness of my skin. I spread my legs and pushed my thong aside, gently stroking my wet lips.

I watched him get out of his truck and start towards the door. It was hot outside, I could see the sweat shining on his bare chest and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him.

He was at the door in no time and I felt my juices wet my fingers as he entered.

He paused in the doorway, his dark hair falling across his eyes as he stared. A slow smiled forming on his lips. He set his bag down on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. My breath caught. That one simple gesture made my insides clench. I licked my lips again.

He moved until he was standing behind my chair and gently smoothed my hair back, his fingers massaging my scalp as he watched me.

I let my head drop back and I watched him watching me. I wanted to stand, press myself against him, and feel his erection through the thin fabric of his shorts. I brought my free hand up to my stomach, pulled my shirt up far enough to expose my bra, then slipped underneath to fondle my nipples. Imagining the weight of his cock in my hand, hard and pulsing. My pussy throbbed in response. My lips parted on a gasp and I wet them with my tongue.

He dipped his head and sucked my tongue into his hot mouth, his hands sliding down my neck, over my collarbone, and into my bra to cup me breasts. I withdrew the hand in his way as he pushed my bra down, exposing me. His thumbs brushed across the nipples, turning my gasps to whimpers before he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. I stroked faster, setting a rhythm to send me over the edge.

I twined my fingers loosely in his hair as he pressed his lips to the side of my neck, his teeth nibbling my skin.