He's Home

The day had been exhausting. A last-minute babysitting gig for a neighbor, Sarah, after going to the company had turned into a marathon of chaos, two toddlers!

By the time I walked through my front door, the evening had settled in, and the weight of the day pressed down on my shoulders like a heavy coat.

I kicked off my shoes, tossed my bag onto the armchair, and let my body sink into the familiar embrace of the sofa. I let out a long, slow breath, my eyes fluttering closed. But then, a strange prickle of awareness crawled up my spine. Something was... off.

The house wasn't silent like I'd left it. A soft blue glow flickered from the direction of the living room TV, which I knew I had turned off this morning.

I sat up, my heart tapping a nervous rhythm against my ribs.

Then I saw him.

Alex was standing at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, a crystal glass of whisky in his hand. His hair was slightly tousled, and he was wearing a blue t-shirt, My breath caught in my throat, and for the first time since we said "I do," I didn't wait. I didn't hesitate.

I shot up from the sofa and rushed to him. Before he could say another word, I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, my body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming relief. Tears I didn't know I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks, soaking his shirt.

"Whoa... hey," he whispered, carefully placing his glass on the nearby table. His arms wrapped around me, strong and solid. "I'm here. I miss you too, honey."

I pulled back just enough to look at him, my eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the familiar curve of his lips. Something inside me ignited.

My hand moved to the back of his neck, and I pulled his mouth down to mine. The kiss was raw, hungry, and desperate.

He responded just as fiercely. His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist and pulling me against him. I gasped against his lips, and in a surge of boldness, I jumped.

My legs wrapped around his waist, locking behind his back. He staggered, trying to steady us both, his hand fumbling for the table. The glass tipped, rolled, and shattered on the hardwood floor with a sharp, jarring crash

"Damn," he muttered, his voice strained, his breath ragged.

But I was frozen. The spell broke. Embarrassment washed over me like ice water. What was I doing? Throwing myself at him like a madwoman? I scrambled down from his hold, my cheeks burning.

"I'm sorry...I'll get it," I stammered, bending down.

He gently caught my wrist. "Don't worry. I'll do it. Go."

I couldn't look at him. I stared at my bare feet on the cold floor. "Okay... thank you."

I turned to leave, my voice small.

"Umm... I took Joan to my dad's. She wanted to see her grandpa. You know how she is."

He chuckled softly as he packed the shards into his palm.

His eyes was on me as I walked up the stairs. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. It made me clumsy. I tripped on the top step, catching myself on the railing, I heard him laugh.

"I'm fine!" I called out, my voice cracking with embarrassment, before I ran into the bedroom and closed the door.

A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I had just stepped out of the en-suite bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body, my hair still dripping wet. I assumed he would give me a few more minutes to dress. But the door opened.

His eyes met mine. Then they traveled down. The towel slipped.

I gasped, clutching the fabric back to my chest. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said quickly, turning his face away, his jaw tight.

"It's fine," I whispered, my heart hammering.

"I'll leave now. Sorry," he said, his hand already on the door handle.

"Wait."

The word escaped my lips before I had time to think. I let the towel fall to the floor. He turned at the sound of my voice, and when he saw me, standing there, naked, vulnerable, and wanting, he froze. His eyes darkened.

"I want you," I heard myself say, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands.

He swallowed hard. "Are you sure about this?"

"We're married, Alex. I'm your wife." I stepped closer, closing the distance until my bare skin was inches from his clothed body. I took his hand, guiding it to my boobs, His fingers flinched, as if the touch burned him.

"No..." he whispered, pulling his hand away. He walked past me, grabbed the fallen towel, and tried to wrap it around me. But I caught his arm, pulling him back.

"There's nothing you can do now. I want it."

"What's wrong with you, Charlotte?"

"Alex, you want me too. I saw how you kissed me in the kitchen. I felt it."

He stared at me, his eyes searching mine, clouded with something I couldn't identify.

"Are you sure Charlotte?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

I nodded, guiding his hand back to my bare skin.

"Alex I'm ready." I said my voice above a whisper

That was the crack in his dam.

His lips crashed against mine, urgent and bruising. He pushed me against the wall, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. He was rough too rough. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his mouth devouring my neck. Then he paused. His chest heaved. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, fighting for control.

"Not like this," he whispered against my skin. "Not rough."

And then he gentled.

He lifted me as if I were made of glass, carrying me to the bed and laying me down on the soft sheets. He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. When he was finally naked, his body hovered over mine, the heat between us electric.

His mouth found my neck first, trailing soft, wet kisses down to my collarbone. Lower still, until his lips brushed the peak of my breast. My back arched, a quiet moan escaping my throat. He took me into his mouth first gentle, then with a deep, aching hunger. He sucked, licked, and teased, his tongue drawing circles that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.

"Oh, Alex......" I whimpered, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him there.

His mouth continued its journey downward, kissing the sensitive skin of my stomach, my hips. Then he settled between my legs, and I felt his breath, hot and teasing.

"Please..." I begged.

"I've gone too far to stop Charlotte, I know u want me"

His face was between my legs. His mouth was on my wet pussy. His tongue moved slowly. Up and down. Around and around. He licked me like he had all the time in the world.

"Alex!" I cried out.

His name left my lips like a prayer. My back arched. My hands grabbed the sheets. His tongue pushed inside me. Then pulled out. Then pushed again. Slow. Deep.

He put two fingers inside me. Slowly. One at a time. He pushed them deep. Then he curled them. He pressed against that special spot inside me. My legs shook.

"Ughhhhh..." I moaned

He pulled his mouth away. He pulled his fingers out. He crawled up my body. His lips found mine. I tasted myself on his tongue.

He positioned himself between my legs. His dick was hard and thick. He rubbed the tip against my wet opening. I shivered.

"It's big." I was already scared

He pushed in. Slowly. Inch by inch. I gasped. He was so big.

"Ahhh" I moaned.

He started to move. Slow. Deep. He pulled almost all the way out. Then he pushed back in. His pace was steady.

"Oh Alex, Y..you are so biggg," I groan

"You like it baby" He chuckled

He kept thrusting. Hard. Fast. I was climbing. I was getting close. My body tensed. My breath caught.

Then he stopped.

He pulled out. He moved away from me. He lay down on his side of the bed. His back was to me.