Coming Home

Blake was the type of man who was difficult -in fact, down-right impossible- to ignore. It wasn't his stature that set him apart from other men, although at over 6 feet tall, he tended to tower over most women. It wasn't his complexion that kept him from the crowd either, although his caramel colored skin paired with glossy black hair reminiscent of a raven's wing ensured that many women gave him covert, covetous glances. It wasn't even his personality that drew others to him like hummingbirds to a droplet of succulent nectar. Rather, his allure lay in his presentation of himself to the outside world. He stood tall, shoulders back, confident yet relaxed in his pose. His smile could warm even the darkest of souls, while his laugh would easily entice anyone to share in his mirth. He was a man who was confident of himself, and that is the most potent draw of all, to men and women alike.

While supremely aware of his own attributes, Blake also possessed modesty, which ensured that he was always surrounded by friends and colleagues who used him as a central hub of activity. It was that particular quality that raised his estimation in the eyes of his superiors, who, after a meeting, agreed to a promotion to a partner in the law firm in which Blake was currently ensconced.

Thrilled at this prospect, Blake could hardly contain his excitement long enough to express his gratitude towards and shake hands with his new business partners and bid them adieu before he quickly strode back to his office and packed his briefcase up. Strolling to his car, a large smile on his face, he dug out his cell phone and called his wife. "Willow," he said in a calm voice, "We're going out this evening. I'll be home in half an hour, and I expect you to be ready." After telling her he loved her, he hung up the phone, entered his car, and began the journey home.

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Blake inserted the glistening brass key into its sheath before turning it deftly to unlock the heavy oak front door. It swung open on silent hinges, a testament to the fruitful upkeep of its owners, and as Blake stepped over the threshold, he paused. The briefcase thudded to the floor from suddenly limp fingers while Blake's lungs ceased to work and his eyes stared in surprise at the scene before his eyes. Scattered generously in a path from the front door to its destination was a cloud of red, pink and white hued rose petals, their delicate fragrance wafting up from where Blake's feet had crushed some of them on the dark hardwood floor. Their startling contrast was further illuminated by lighted tapers in the sconces on the wall, which cast their flickering shadows throughout the home and along the seductive trail.

His breath exhaling in a quiet whoosh, Blake dropped his keys onto the table resting usefully against the wall next to the front door, kicked off his leather shoes, then reached out to close the door, almost in a daze. His ears perked slightly as he heard soft music emanating from what must be the destination of the petal trail, and he followed both with slow, measured footsteps, barely aware of even putting one foot in front of the other as his senses took in the scene. He turned into the hallway, following the path to his bedroom, where the door was wide open in a welcoming invitation for him to step inside.

Upon entering the room, a voluptuous form unfolded from the bed, swathed in a sheer verdant negligee that was practically transparent when its wearer stood, as now, in front of the roaring fireplace; the sole source of illumination in the room. Blake stared, his attention arrested by the beautiful woman standing before him, her toes curling almost shyly into the thick, plush rug beneath her feet. His gaze traveled upward, to smooth, well-toned calves, soft knees, and tantalizingly tender thighs that he knew cradled heaven at their apex. Further up was a pillowy tummy where he'd oft rested his weary head after a long day's work, and adorning that, almost like a mantel, were two perfect breasts, lush and straining the thin material of the negligee with their fullness, the darkened nipples and aureoles easily visible through the lace. Up his eyes traveled, past the neck with its deliciously beating life vein throbbing at either side, past the lightly flushed cheeks and impish turned up nose, to the warm blue eyes that watched him knowingly. He opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head once before stepping to him lightly to place a finger over his lips.

Without a word, Willow stepped into her husband, knowing the effect of her meagerly clad body on his male lust, especially when she pressed herself close like this. Her eyes pierced his as she watched him, letting him see just how much she wanted him, how desperately she wanted to please him. Her hands worked deftly at the dark purple silk tie that encircled Blake's neck, loosening the knot before slowly slipping it over his head and dropping it soundlessly to the floor. Never breaking eye contact, she moved her hands to the back of his neck, tracing his shirt collar, letting her fingertips touch his skin delicately as she ran them along the collar to the front to unfasten the top button. One, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her fingers trembled as they moved to the second button, and she moved her head forward to press a small kiss at Blake's Adam's apple while the second button was released from its cage.

In torturously methodical slow motions, Willow moved on to each consecutive button, her lips creating a blazing trail of fire behind her fingertips as she kissed her way down Blake's throat and chest. As she got lower, she dropped softly to her knees, knowing this was Blake's favorite position of hers. On her knees, ready to serve and awaiting his every whim and desire. Her heart beat faster in excitement, and the dull throb in her clit strengthened as her fingers moved to the waistband of Blake's slacks. His erection already formed a tent beneath the neatly creased material, and she smiled inwardly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the bulging seam as the belt buckle was released and the supple leather was slid with a slight hissssss from the loops. The button was the next to be undone, Willow's mouth continuing to tantalize Blake's hard cock through the thick material, and finally teeth gripped zipper, and the quiet zzzzzzzzzpp was heard in the relative quiet in the room before the arousing sound of the slacks and briefs hitting the floor with a quiet thump. Holding the hems, Willow looked up silently at Blake, who in his turn lifted his feet from the floor and out of the discarded pants and socks.

Willow bit her lower lip, showing pearly white teeth, as she gazed upon Blake in all his masculine glory. The firelight painted the hollows of his fine body, and his rigid penis stood at the ready, begging for attention without the restriction of clothing. She took a breath, leaned forward and gave the velvety head a slow, promising lick, then rose gracefully to push the crisp white shirt from Blake's broad shoulders, letting it, too, hit the floor and add to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Her breathing grew slightly more labored as she again feasted her eyes upon him. Finally, Willow looked into his eyes once more, and saw the emotion that always caused her heart to skip a beat and her blood to go straight to her loins. Heavy lust was defined in Blake's smoldering gaze, who was obviously straining to hold himself back. Biting back a smile, she took his hand and pulled him towards the fire, where she stood on the soft fur rug set strategically before the flames, raised up on tiptoes, and pulled his face down to hers for a bone-melting kiss.

The room was cool, despite the heat emanating from the fireplace, and her nipples were pebbled and hard as they pressed into Blake's bare chest. His arms moved to encircle her, pulling her in, his hands gliding down her sides before reaching back, grabbing her buttocks, and pulling her in firmly against his groin, letting Willow feel his throbbing shaft against her moist pussy. She moaned into his mouth, grinding herself wantonly against him until he could feel her pussy lips open around his cock, holding him greedily to her clit, which she pressed tightly against him. Grinning against her skin, he began to thrust shallowly, letting his rigid member rub her clit and pull gently at her lips. Willow trembled, hands clinging to his shoulders as she felt her body's secretions already lessening the delicious friction.

"You like that, my girl?" he broke the imposed silence, whispering into her ear before suckling a soft earlobe into his mouth and scraping his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

"Mhmm," she affirmed, arching into him, circling her hips restlessly. He chuckled low in his throat, amused and still slightly awestruck at how easily he could turn her into jelly. His fingertips dug into her ass as he pulled her closer, until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began, her writhing and his thrusting ensuring that her lace nightgown rode up just enough to expose her swollen pussy to his hungry cock.

"Fuck you're wet," he murmured, bending his head to nip at her neck. "Does that mean you want me?"

Willow gazed back, her breathing shallow, her body thrumming with arousal. Her heart beat a staccato rhythm against her ribcage, and she licked her lips as she replied "More than life itself."

"Good," Blake replied, and bending to sweep his arm beneath her knees, he caught her up and laid her down on the warm fur, sprawling over top of her as his muscular thighs nudged her own apart. In one smooth motion, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her wet confines, and paused there, watching her as she arched again beneath him, the movement making her breasts strain against the lace bodice. Deciding he should fix the problem, Blake reached out and ripped the negligee down the middle, letting Willow's bountiful breasts spill free. Before she could protest her disappointment at this destruction of her clothing, Blake bent his head and laved a nipple with his talented tongue. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he laved again, this time withdrawing and then thrusting back deep inside Willow's greedy cunt. Her breathy gasp made his cock throb, and he thrust again, this time lowering his mouth and sucking her nipple and aureole into his mouth, suckling like a babe would feast. Timing his thrusts with the pressure of his mouth, Blake slowly moved in and out of Willow's generous form, feeling her slick flesh open willingly for his probing head.

Moving his free hand, he began to caress her swollen, tender clit, and was rewarded with a sharp cry of delight from the sweet mouth of his delectable wife. Her legs moved to bend at the knees and press her heels deep into the fur and against the floor, providing the support and leverage she needed to meet his increasingly faster thrusts, and he moved his attention to the other nipple, letting the chilly air continue his work on her wet flesh while he worked on the other.

"Oh God..." Willow moaned, her hands threading through Blake's hair. Pressing his head down onto her breast in a silent plea to make him aware she wanted it rougher, her hips lifted to meet the long, slow thrusting of her favorite cock. The movement made Blake's thumb, which was currently circling and tantalizing her aching clit, press harder against the sensitive flesh, and she bit back another groan of enjoyment.

Blake lifted his head and licked his lips deliberately as he gazed at his wife. "Do you like me fucking you, pet?" he asked with an evil smile, repeatedly thrusting home. "Do you like the feel of my cock pounding that wet pussy of yours? Or should I stop?" So saying, he paused and withdrew his shaft from her luscious pussy, grabbing it and using his head now to massage her clit.

"No, no, no, don't stop!" Willow protested weakly, curling her legs around his waist and attempting to pull him closer. Blake laughed, and leaning forward on his hands, re-entered her sweet flesh and began to pump into her in earnest. Willow cried out as he forcefully thrust into her, and her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging sweetly into his flesh as he rode her willing body. The sound of his cock ramming in and out of her, balls lightly slapping her asscheeks, and their heavy breathing mingled with the crackling of the logs on the fire, and Willow cried out with each thrust, each cry a demand for more, a plea to not stop, an earnest appeal to keep fucking her this way.

"Planned this all out, didn't you, vixen?" Blake panted, his fingers playing a melody on Willow's aching clit, driving her towards the pinnacle. "The flowers... the candlelight... the fire... You were determined to get fucked tonight, weren't you, my little wanton?"

"Yes... oh, god, yes," Willow breathed, moaning loudly, the plunging thrusts of Blake's lust-driven body forcing gasps of ever soaring desire past her moist lips. Blake's head lowered once more, and again his mouth encircled a taut nipple. Willow's body arched involuntarily as his teeth grazed the delicate subject ever so carefully, controlled in a way to bring the most passion to her hungering body. His tongue circled even as he suckled, and he delighted in the piercing cries he derived from Willow in his zeal for her fulfillment.

Her womb pulled him in, begging Blake for more even as Willow's legs tightened around his waist. The fur beneath his knees was soft and made it impossible for him to stop for fear of pain. Instead, his hips gyrated more quickly, burying his hardness into her softness, a meshing of day and night, yin and yang, demon and angel.

Willow's head thrashed upon the floor, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations that Blake methodically laid upon her, and with a few more thrusts, her spasming limbs had Blake chuckling against her warm breast as she reached her pinnacle. He paused, enjoying the feel of her inner muscles milking his cock, but as soon as the movements eased, he began to slowly build her up again.

Willow's eyes flew open, and her fingers gripped his biceps as she stared into Blake's eyes, love and desire and delight flooding her. "I want you to cum for me," she whispered in longing, even as her eyes glazed over slightly with the arousal spreading throughout her body once more. "I want to feel your cock pulse inside me, filling me with your seed, marking me as your own. I want to feel you tremble above me, empowered with the knowledge of your conquest even as you know that I am yours forevermore..." Willow closed her eyes as she struggled for a moment to keep the coming orgasm at bay. "Make me yours..."

"You... are... mine," Blake growled, emphasizing each word with a powerful thrust of his hips. At his affirmation, Willow's head lolled back and she gave herself up to a soul-shattering, bone-shaking orgasm, her mouth open wide as she made her delight known -quite loudly- to any who would listen. It was this look that Blake savored, craved, and would do anything for. Seeing it again, he lost his self-imposed control, and gave to Willow that which she most craved; a part of himself, deep inside of her, as he shuddered above her satiated body in a mind-numbing orgasm of his own.