Home Coming

The plane couldn't land fast enough for me that night. I had been in Europe for 4 weeks and I couldn't wait to be in your arms again, to feel the warmth of your body surround me. I jumped out of my seat as soon as we reached the terminal and raced all the way inside so I could see you. You were watching intently so you could pick me out of the rush of the other passengers. Our flight was almost two hours late so everybody was glad that we had finally made it home.

I ran into your open arms and nearly knocked you over. I had so much to say, so much to tell you about my trip and as I started all you did was give me a knee weakening kiss and tell me "let' go home." I knew right then what you meant, it had been 4 weeks since we had been able to make love and I desperately needed and wanted you. We got home and got the bags into the house and I grabbed you. We started kissing madly as we tore clothing off of each-other. You picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and carefully laid me on our bed.

God I missed the feel of our bed! You carefully caressed my face with the back of your hand and then started to kiss me all over. You started with my lips, teasing me ever so slightly, asking "Do you want it?"