Opening her front door, she dropped the parcels on the carpet, her eyes wide in shock, her jaw slack, wondering what was going on. Stepping inside slowly, she closed her door quietly, looking around the dimly lit hall. Candles sat on the shelf, letting a rose fragrance grace the air as the flames shuddered in the gentle breeze.
“Max?” she called, removing her jacket, and placing her parcels on the stairs. “What’s going on?”
Placing her keys on the side table, she moved along the hall towards the open plan kitchen and dining area to find the table set for two. All the cutlery, plates, decorations, and two red candles lit in small glass jars. The air had changed with an aroma of steak cooking. She looked over to the stove to find pans simmering and still no sign of Max.
Moving toward the lounge, she opened the door to music and a warm crackling fire. She glanced around the room, not seeing him at first. It wasn’t until her eyes alighted on the warmth from the fire that she found her naked husband lying on the fur rug with his back to the fire. His tousled hair made her groan. Her eyes roved over his hard body, settling on his dark blue eyes, dimmed in the subdued light. His hard abs arrowing to his rock hard cock, which his hand was stroking.
He smiled as their eyes connected.
“Welcome home, darling. Won’t you join me?”
“How did you know,” she smirked, lowering to her knees, crawling along the carpet to the large white fur rug. “This is a fantasy of mine,” she knelt beside him, leaning forward to suckle his balls into her mouth, one at a time.
Max hissed with pleasure.
“You gave me a list a few years ago…God that feels magical…I enjoy making your fantasies come true.”
Joelle licked up his shaft, taking control of his cock while his hands unbuttoned her blouse and front fastening bra. Her breasts spilt out into his hands, his thumbs tweaking her fast hardening nipples.
“Yes,” she moaned before going down over his throbbing length while his hands moved to her head, encouraging her to move faster, closing his eyes in bliss.
“God, Joelle. Your mouth feels sublime around my cock.” He lifted her off. “I want you to…” She lifted up, shrugging out of her blouse and bra, lifting up her skirt to her waist, she smirked as his eyes landed on her thongless pussy. “Fuck me,” he muttered.
“Sure, Max,” she smiled, straddling his body, lining her body up she pushed down with a sigh of contentment.
“Damn, you feel hot,” he muttered as she sank over his cock. “I love your tightness, baby,” he groaned as she moved lower and lower, whimpering as he stretched her sheath. “Come on, feel me deep,” his hands lifted back to her breasts when she reached forward, kissing him, thrusting her tongue inside, battling his as she ground her hips down on him, twisting and rocking back and forth.
He jerked his hips up hard. Their kiss broke as she mewled in pleasure.
“Faster, Sweetheart,” he muttered and continued to push deep inside her.
“God, yes. Max,” she wailed her body contracting. She rode him faster, enjoying the friction.
“Time,” he groaned and began shooting his load to her core.
She felt his sperm hit her muscles as she tightened them, milking him for all his cum until letting out her squeal of release, falling against his chest, panting.
“Bliss and such a beautiful welcome home.
“I’ve not finished yet, sweetheart,” he rolled over and began to fuck her hard, her feet curled around his back, her hips lifting against his with each plunge of his steel rod.
“Give me everything you’ve got, Max.” she whimpered. “Yes. There, please, Max. God. I’m cumming again.” She screamed her climax as he continued to keep her high. He suckled her breasts, tugging her nipple rings with his teeth until his own orgasm washed over him with a roar of satisfaction.
“More surprises for you yet,” he withdrew, rolling to her side, panting. “Tonight is ‘Naked Night’ meaning you need to finish taking off your skirt.”