Sweet Reunion
About halfway through his business trip, I could sense the tension building in both of us. He’s not one to talk about these things, but he couldn’t help but mention it in his e-mails. I was finding myself distracted and irritable. I couldn’t wait for him to come home.
His flight arrived in the late afternoon. I took the kids out to the airport to meet him. He came through the gate and we could hardly contain our excitement. The kids ran to him and he knelt down and hugged each of them. When I reached him, he left his bag on the floor and reached out for me. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close to him while I put my hands on either side of his face. It was a soft, sweet kiss. He started to release me, feeling sensitive about being in public, but I leaned in closer and pulled his face down again. I gently forced his mouth open with my lips and touched the tip of his tongue with mine. I immediately felt a stirring below his waist.
On the drive home, he reached across the seats of the van to hold my hand, all the time chatting with the kids. I rested his hand just under my breast, well hidden from the back seats, and he immediately started moving his thumb up and down, back and forth searching for my nipple. When he found it, it immediately grew hard. I smiled and looked out the window, pretending nothing was happening.
We spent the next hour sitting together and talking and laughing and enjoying his presence. His eyes kept sweeping over me, but I knew he was trying to maintain control. The kids wouldn’t be in bed for awhile. As the supper hour approached, I said, “OK, kids – grab your stuff – it’s time to go.” He looked at me questioningly and asked where we were going. I explained there was a supper event and games night at the church that evening and I had asked a friend to include our kids with her family. I could see the understanding dawn on his face as he realized we would have at least a few hours in the house all by ourselves.
I asked him to drive the kids over to the church while I “got ready.” He was the last one out the door and I pulled him back and gave him a lingering kiss. “Drop the kids off and come right back. Don’t go in the church. Don’t visit with anyone. I need you right back here.” He nodded dumbly and I knew he would follow those directions very faithfully.
A half hour later, he came back through the door. I knew he could smell the supper in the oven and that he was desperate for a home-cooked meal. But I also knew he needed something else much more urgently. I called out from our bedroom. “Up here.”
He arrived in the doorway of our bedroom and took in the view. I had gotten some new, big pillows for our bed to create a comfortable nest. Our bedside lamps were on and candles were lit on the dresser. I had poured some bubbly and left in on my night table; on his table was a clear glass bowl of grapes. Music was playing softly.
I had put on a favourite black nightgown, very clingy and smooth, with a little bit of lace at the top. Over this I had put on a soft, sheer aqua colored shirt that I had bought ages ago but had never worn for him. It was also clinging in all the right places and had a plunging neckline, revealing the black lace.
“Your robe is hanging in the bathroom.” He wasted no time leaving the room to change.
Finally we were together, nestled comfortably on our bed, sipping sparkling apple juice. I reached across him for the bowl of grapes and lest my breasts brush his arm. When he tried to kiss me, I started to feed him grapes, alternating with small kisses on his face. He seemed stunned for a moment (at his amazingly good fortune) but soon decided he wasn’t going to just sit there. He put his glass down, took mine from me, and removed the bowl from between us. We snuggled up close, still sitting up against the pillows. We started stroking each other’s arms and kissing lightly. Whenever he started to move in more aggressively, I would move back a little and continue soft little kisses.
Finally he said, “Too bright” and reached across me to turn off my lamp. I took the opportunity to untie his robe and slide my hands inside and he kissed my neck as he pulled back. I took my turn to lean over him and turn off his lamp; and he laughed softly and slid his hands over my hips and up my back. Once we were settled again in the light of the candles, he reached up and touched the clip in the back of my hair. He didn’t know how to get it out, but he knew it had to go. I removed it in a single movement and my hair fell down to my shoulders. He pushed his fingers into my hair and looked in my eyes. “I missed you.”
While the intensity of his kisses increased, his hands did some exploring over my body, particularly my hips and legs. Every time his hands slid up again, he pulled my nightgown up a little until he could finally feel my bare legs. As he repeated this movement over and over, moving closer and closer to the insides of my legs, I could feel my breasts tingling with anticipation. I couldn’t wait for him to increase his caresses.
He pushed me back and down into the pillows and I was completely helpless to resist. He was pressing into me and I could feel how ready he was. He rolled back to his side to put a little distance between us and slow it down a bit. We were facing each other and he let his fingers trail over my shoulders, then my neck, collar bone, very slowly moving his fingers downward. Finally he turned his hand and softly cupped it under my breast. I groaned softly and then, as his thumb rubbed over my nipple, the groan deepened. I put my head back, exposing my neck for more of his kisses. His movements grew faster and my nipples grew hard beneath the sheer fabric.
He motioned for me to sit up and he removed the shirt. Then he turned me so my back was to him, and he slid his arm underneath me. Both hands came around me and covered my breasts, squeezing gently. He loved the feel of the smooth black fabric, especially with my nipples protruding with such force. I began to move my pelvis in and out and to long for his hands to start moving downward.
Instead, he turned me over and motioned for me to straddle him. He enjoyed pushing his hands up my thighs, under my nightgown. I sat above him and he slowly moved his hands up over my abdomen. Just before he reached my breasts, he moved his hands to my arms and up over my shoulders. He slowly, pulled the thin straps downward, down, down, until he had uncovered my breasts. Then he continued his attention to my nipples. I could feel the excitement building and I positioned myself over him so that his penis rested under my clitoris. I moved my body forward and backward, sliding along the length of his penis. He continued his all important hand movements, except when I leaned forward and placed my breast in his mouth. As the tension mounted in me, I put my hands on his chest to support myself and moved more quickly over him, faster and faster until that amazing wave washed over me. I threw my head back and groaned as that feeling peaked. Finally I lay on top of him and kissed him hard and very gratefully.
Just as I realized, with some surprise, that he was still erect, he suddenly flipped me on my back with a rather desperate look in his eyes. I giggled and held his face in my hands before sliding them down between us to position him inside me. He closed his eyes and smiled softly as he moved back and forth, first slowly but then with increasing intensity, until his mouth opened and he let out a gasp. He tensed and his body rocked against me, decreasing in intensity until he lay on top of me completely spent.
I kissed his neck and shoulders and he kissed mine, until we eventually pulled apart and lay facing each other. Eventually we started talking softly, then with more animation until the smell of the supper came wafting up the stairs and we decided we were famished. I re-dressed myself and he fastened his robe and we went and sat in the kitchen, eating and talking about his trip and how hard it had been to be apart. Then we dressed and did what we could to look presentable and left to pick up our kids.
Separation is always difficult, but reunions are so beautifully sweet.
What a lovely welcome home!