Homecoming

The five-hour flight passed quickly as I have burned through the contemporary history book I bought in the airport with feverish intensity. The sleek aluminum tube that brought me back home had sliced through the smoky California air and come to a complacent roll on the tarmac as I fired out a text message to Mina.

Landed safely.

The reply came immediately.

Yay!

After a pause, during which I let my family know I landed safely, Mina adds:

I guess I’ll make my way towards you once you’re headed to baggage?

I called to flesh out the details. It takes about fifteen minutes to get to the airport. I find out Mina brought Molly with  pull up to the terminal. After I dropped my suitcase in, I pull l Molly off my seat and into my lap, and she greeted me with a wagging body and puppy kisses, and I lean over and gave Mina a simple kiss. She was wearing a completely unbuttoned polo and a short denim skirt. I could see the swell of her breast disappearing into the shirt, and the lust, and love that has marked our time apart feels like the pull of gravity towards her body. Mina drove us home. I got out of the car, and let Molly out, and walked around to Mina and finally embraced her. We stood there in our driveway for perhaps a full minute simply hugging one another, enjoying the feel of a body close to our own once again.

We took Molly inside, and headed back out, since we were already in line for a very late dinner and my hunger was distractingly intense. I took us to our favorite sushi restaurant. There, we talked a lot about our fellow bloggers, and some discussions we have had on fetlife. Some of the conversations are getting me more interested in some other ideas I have had for photographs, which may begin showing up here as well. Soju cocktails, oh toro sushi, and seared ahi filled us up, and we returned home. Mina immediately took Molly out for a walk, and I set myself to unpacking, showing the scented candles I had purchased on my trip. After setting the lotus blossom candle alight in the bedroom, I unpacked my suitcase, cleaned Mina’s toys for her assignments, and attended to saving my photographs from my trip.

Mina returned home and brushed her teeth, she returned to the bedroom where I locked Molly out. We sat next to each other on the bed and kissed. Finally, we had our time together.

What overcame me was a desire to make love to her. I had missed her profoundly on the trip, and in particular had missed the most casual aspects of her company, the pointless little conversations you have in a day when you have all the time in the world together. Having my hands on her body now, I needed the connection at a primal level. We made out, sitting on the bed, my fingers carressing her neck and the exposed area between the buttons of her shirt. I kissed her neck, and returned to her lips. I could feel her body relaxing into me…melting as I gently, almost cautiously, re-discovered her.

I pulled her in front of me, had her stand between my feet, bringing her breasts to the height of my face. I craned my neck upwards, kissing her neck, her check, up to the edges of her bra. My hands ran up her neck, and through her hair, occaisionally pulling her face down to mine to kiss her again. It felt almost like a first time again, not knowing how far things would go. I took her hand and drew her finger into my mouth, sucking on it. Afterwards, her hands drifted down my chest, leaving me gasping at the joy of finally being touched again. She took a cue from my reaction and her hands carressed me, to moans from my body. I turned her around.

I love to stand behind Mina, and work from where she cannot see me. I kissed the back of her neck, and nibbled along her shoulders. My hands dipped under the cups of her bra, and I heard a gasp and moan as I finally touched her nipples. It was wonderful to feel her body respond like this, and I was loving the foreplay, and reveling in the slow exploration of her body. Minutes melted away as my hands roved over her body. My fist balled up on the fabric on either side of her neckline, tugging at the fabric. I heard a thread snap, and I heard Mina whimper, not wanting this shirt damaged. But I wanted her too much, and my dominance came out, as I jerked hard, tearing her shirt open down to her waist, the fabric ripping angrily open. This kicked my urges into high gear, and I loved the feeling of tearing her clothes off. I pulled the shirt to the floor, and turned her back around, unzipping her skirt. Mina shimmied out of it, revealing she had no panties. I love my submissive!

I took her bra off, and then took each nipple in my mouth, feeling it harden, and feeling her moan. I pulled her head back down to kiss her, then kissed her neck, and then returned to her nipples. I was frantic, I wanted my mouth on every part of her body at once. Then I felt her light hand on my shirt, tugging. I pulled back, and she lifted my shirt off, the light, rough fabric tickling my skin as it was exposed to the glow of the candle. I stood and unsnapped my pants for her, and she unzipped them and tugged them to floor. My shorts soon followed, and now, we were finally naked, together.

Mina knelt, and her face lowered to my erection standing tall in the air, radiating heat. The first touch of her cool lips brought a moan from my chest. Her pierced tongue flicked by just under the ridge at the tip, and my body burst in electric reverberations. Finally, she took me into her mouth, and I felt my muscles relax as I lay flat on the bed, reveling in the heaven of her cool mouth drawing me in. Before long, I sat back up and guided her face away, and directed her to lie in bed. She did, and I returned the oral favor to her. She moaned happily as my tongue touched her ready clit, enjoying the sensations. I reached down with my tongue, penetrating her, tasting this tart core in the pool of wetness growing in the core of her body. I returned to my clit before pressing my tongue inside her again, reveling in the deeply-missed taste of her body.

Mina was relaxed, and her body was glowing, and I could taste she was ready. I slid back up to face her, and pressed into her body with my hips, with short but lengthening strokes, I spread her wetness down my shaft and slowly penetrated her deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt myself fully inside her, and a slight grunt from her as my tip pressed her cervix. I know it hurts, and she enjoys that hurt in a way, but I want something else for her tonight. I start taking long, steady thrusts, sliding my whole body above her, deliberately grinding my hips against hers, seeking out her clit with the base of my hips. Mina moans happily, and I feel her muscles tighten ferociously on me. I groan as I try to control my pace, but her body’s slick grasp of me simply feels too good after this long separation. I start to moan, and with each slow, measured thrust my moan grows louder and my orgasm becomes more inevitable. Finally, I groan and plant myself deeply inside her, spurting deeply into her body. Her fingers tickle my back, and she responds approvingly as she feels every blast of my essence inside her.

As the stars fade from my vision, I begin to move again, even as I start to soften, focused on my hips, and rubbing her clit as I keep myself inside. Her muscles clamp down, holding me in her, refusing to let my body go as I use myself for her pleasure. Slowly, so slowly, her moans begin to rise. They grow louder and louder in a banshee wail, and her intimate hold on me increasing to crushing intensity as her voice rises into the long, burning, howling orgasm I had missed for so long. Her body dissolved into a cacophony of pleasured nerves as I settled against her, then pulled out, and spooned behind her.

We lay like that, bodies glued by sweat and lust for a long time. My own sense of the passage of time was long gone, but we simply lay close, breathing, intimate, no word said or needed. I was home again.