Your First Day Home From Work [F18+/M18+] [wake-up sex] [kissing] [biting] [creampie] [non-fiction]

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After a bit of a holiday, it was, unfortunately, time to get back to work. I had lost all sense of time and gotten a little too used to daily naps. Needless to say, the first day back at work was mentally exhausting. It’s as if I had forgotten to do anything. By the end of the day, I wanted nothing more than to get home, get out of these skinny jeans, and squeeze in a nap before my husband came home.

It was unusual hot that day, and by the time I had finished my long commute and gotten into the garage, I had shed my flannel shirt and was down to the black tank top. I had noticed that the tank top was losing its shape and kept slipping down during the day, revealing the top edges of the lace bra I wore. Thankfully it was black too, so it at least blended in somewhat.

I had barely made it through the door, and taken off my combat boots. I couldn’t be bothered with changing into actual comfy clothes, let alone make it to the bed. I made it to the carpeted living room where I laid down, face first, pulled the throw off the council and onto myself before I passed the fuck out.

It only felt like a moment, but I must have slept for a while. The sky through the living room windows showed that the sun was setting, painting the room in an orange glow. I could also gather in my mostly asleep state, that my husband was home. The bedroom door was open and I know I hadn’t made it that far when I came home. I tried to recollect where I was, what day it was, and what I should be doing when I heard my husband.

“Are you finally awake sleepy head? Welcome back to the land of the living.” He said with a chuckle. All I could muster was a pitiful grunt that spoke volumes to how mentally exhausted I was. I tried to roll over and discover the direction his voice was coming from, but only managed to get more tangled in the blanket. He laughed again, “I find it hilarious that I’ve already had this conversation with you three times already.” Fuck. I’ve been sleep-talking again. Hope I didn’t say anything stupid, or weird, or what I was dreaming about…as I remembered having a rather steamy dream the other night.

By now I had managed to free one arm to prop myself up, and found my husband sitting on the sofa. He was wearing rugged clothes; not his usual office attire. These clothes showed off the muscles of his arms more, and he at all times seemed to show a little more chest hair in a field shirt. “Did you have field work today? How long have you been home?” I muttered, as I pulled the sleeve of my tank top back onto my shoulder and pulled the neckline up over my bra. “Yeah, I had to go out west today, but I haven’t been home long. Just long enough to watch you sleep. You really are quite adorable when you sleep.”

Embarrassed, I flopped back down on my stomach and pulled the blanket over my head. “Oh no you don’t,” he chided, “it’s time to wake up.” I heard him slide off the couch as he reached for the blanket covering my head. I held onto the blanket tight, trying to see how long I could get him to play this game. He simply reached for the foot of the blanket and flipped it over my head. I let out a sharp gasp as gust of cool air flowed over my body that had so recently been cocooned in warmth. My whole body shivered and I scrabbled to get the blanket back on top of me.

As I got my knees underneath me, I felt one hand lay gently on my hip. He was behind me now, on his knees as well. His hand gently pulled my hips into him. “I said you needed to wake up,” he whispered, “but I didn’t say you could go anywhere.”

Both of his hands now tenderly grinding my hips into his. I could already feel he was hard and could tell by his voice he was yearning for me.

He pushed me slightly forward and quickly undid his pants. I’m still barely awake and haven’t gained all my faculties. I’m trying with only one hand to undo my pants. I feel his hands roughly push mine apart as he takes over peeling my pants and underwear off of me as swiftly as efficient in one simple movement. He breathing is heavier now as he sees my glorious ass freed from my jeans. He takes a handful as a needy groan escapes from him. He reaches one hand forward between my legs to assess how wet I am. He slides two fingers between my folds, gently circles my clit, and plunges one finger deep into me. “Oh god, baby!” he mutters through gritted teeth, “how are you already so fucking wet?” I have no idea, but I do know that I want all of his cock in me. Now.

I moan and rock back into him, caressing his throbbing member against my needy pussy, laying my head down to give him an even better view of my ass in the air. “Fuuuck.” He moans as he slides into me. I’m still only barely conscious and aware of anything other than him thrusting into me, and it feels amazing. He starts off slow and gentle, warming both of us up. He leans forward to brush all the hair out of my face and I give him my mischievous smile. This tells him he can be harder and rougher, because I want it, I want him. He starts going faster and deeper, and I can already feel the first wave of an orgasm growing. “Don’t stop” I whisper breathlessly. He replies with a short, whimpering, groan that tells me he’s close too.

He gets a few more thrusts in before he collapses on top of me, slowing down and pacing himself. I voice my approval through a long, quiet “Mmm” that tells him exactly how delicious that was. I reach behind me to discover his face and bring it in for a kiss. As our lips lock and our tongues start to mingle, he starts gyrating with all of his lower body, to get as deep as efficient into me. I break the kiss and start gasping. “Oh gods, that feels so go good,” I whine between shuddering breaths. I run my fingers through his hair as he begins breathing hard and fast. He smells deliciously musky and manly from working outdoors. One of his hands finds it’s way to my tit under my lacey bra, and he grabs a handful. He’s so close now, I can feel it with every move he makes. We lock eyes and I give the silent approval that he can come.

His face contorts to reflect the waves of orgasmic pleasure that I’m feeling as his cock is throbbing, emptying himself deep inside me. At the apex of his climax, he groans and bites into my shoulder, instantly sending cascading contractions through my pussy to meet his pulsations.

He collapses onto me, both of us heaving for air, drunk from the pleasure we have both just experienced. We lay there together, both only half naked, both breathless, a tangle of arms and legs. “So. What do you want to do now?” he asks. I simply look up at him and give him my mischievous grin.

NSFW: yes


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