A Late Night Fantasy

This is what I have been unable to stop thinking about, when I should be getting on with my work;

You’re late home again. It’s happening a lot lately, work is insane. I miss you, to be honest. I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself. But  I haven’t seen your face in what, five days? I miss making eye contact with you. I miss just hearing you around the house.  Our contact has been me recognising your weight in the bed at night. You’re always gone by morning.

Tonight, I give up at 11pm, the book doesn’t grab me. I put myself to bed. I become aware at some point later that you’re home. I can hear you moving around downstairs. I’m half asleep, vaguely aware of you. You come into the room, and I can tell by the shape and sound of you that you still have your coat on, your suit. The bed shifts as your weight hits it, and I half turn towards you in the dark.

But instead of sleeping, things are different. You smell different. Your lips are on mine, a kiss with no introduction, no solicitation. You’re kissing me, a kiss that is hungry and almost feral, and in moments I reciprocate. Oh kiss me, yes, those lips my love… we kiss in the dark, me still half asleep and you still in your coat. We kiss each other over and over again, and I know I’m trying to savour that smell of yours again, the one I’m crazy for. Your hands are on my shoulders and you turn me even more towards you, and I try to reach for you to pull you close.

But instead, you pull back the sheets covering me in a huge, grand gesture, spinning them high and up until they fall onto the floor at the bed’s end. You slide further down the bed between my legs, and, lifting up my silk slip, put your head between my legs. You put your tongue between my legs, my warm, dark, wet pussy already wanting your face and your tongue right there.

And you start, a slow, andante-paced spiral of licking me out, starting from my pussy lips which are soft and wanting, moving through to my clit that spasms with each caress of your tongue, down to my wet little cunt, that you tongue fuck with a precision that tells me you have been thinking of this all day. Imagining this, all day. You’re still in your coat, your shoes on my sheets as you slide, and dive, and caress each inch of me, a corkscrew path between all my points of wanting, of desire, and you are completely silent to my cries that go higher and higher as I fall underneath your spell again, go insane for you again. You give your own response to me eventually, growling against my throbbing clit, my throbbing cunt, as I come close to cumming, but don’t, yet. Oh jesus, I’m so close, but not yet. I can feel the sweat at the nape of my neck, my hands are on your head as it bobs between my legs, but not yet…

Together we slide you out of that coat, finally you kick off those dress shoes, and zipping down your fly you push into me with a hunger that is huge. Oh, god, huge, yes, I throw my head back as you enter me, my cunt wet with juices for you, and you push and push and push into me over and over again. You push into my want with a furiousness  I cherish. Fuck I love this. You grab my shoulders as you thrust, and you pound into me, pound so deep into me, your own voice rising above us as you thrust, telling me to cum. Cum now, Catherine, cum right now, goddamnit!

Oh finally! I burst free of it, spiralling down and down, and you cum too, shooting so deep into me, your own pounding so hard I’m afraid the bed will break, breaking, falling on top of me, sweat and breathe and panting, your weight delicious, your wetness delicious, I’m such a slut for you, always a slut for you, darling, my darling… The shoulder of your suit is pressed into my face as we try to breath, try to calm down, breathe, breath…

In the dark you shake off the remainder of your suit, gather the blankets, and your skin comes back to me to lie on me, us two falling asleep without another word. Finally we both fall asleep, with just the warmth and the silence and the dark of our passion, this beautiful passion, finally spent.