February 2020

 

Catalina couldn’t believe her eyes. The  novel  she  had  been  reading  dropped  from  her  hands  and  made  a  small thud  as  it  touched  the  ground, rhyming  with  the  sudden  inconsistent  beat  of her heart. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. She had thought she was going to spend the entire Easter alone, without a man’s chest to rest her head on or perhaps  as  she  had  spent  every  night  in  the  past  eleven  months;  alone  and miserably horny while he was on duty in Afghanistan.

Her husband was home now. He is home, Catalina and he is standing on the porch with visible hunger in his marine eyes. Her husband didn‘t mutter a word too. He evidently knew how she was going to

react. He dropped his duffel bag to the floor and bent down to pick her novel, awide smile creeping into his handsome face. “Romantic Journey.” He  whispered,  reading  out  the  title  on  the  cover  page.“

“How about you welcome me with one, Catalina?”Catalina  stepped  back,  allowing  his  large  frame  to fill  the  doorway  before  the door gently clasped shut behind him.” I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Catalina whispered,

“I am elated.  I...I really am but....” If there was ever a weird way to tell one’s husband that she had missed him so much, Catalina doubted if she hadn’t just showed it. She stopped moving when he closed the only space between them with a single stride.  His head bowed down so he could stare deep into her eyes, weakening her knees with a sultry gaze.

“I missed you too Catalina.” He whispered,

“Oh I spent so many days and nights in hot and cold weathers always thinking about how you smelled or how you moaned as I spilled my love deep into your hole.”

He had said enough. She had stammered enough too. Catalina threw her arms around his neck immediately, drawing him closer before plastering his body against his. He took the hint of endless urge eating through her spine and lifted her off the ground immediately, her legs angling perfectly in his arms.

Catalina knew she was naked underneath her pink nightdress. She hissed appreciate when the bulge underneath his army trouser hit the sensitive spot between her thighs, indicating how aroused he had gotten in just few seconds. She whirled her waist, pushing her entire body towards him so nothing could exist between them but the sweat that anxiously poured out of their skin.

In a flash, her clothing was gone. He dropped her to the floor before quickly freeing the buckle of his belt. Catalina knelt in front of him immediately, welcoming the jolt of his cock with open palms. She jerked the rigid shaft, admiring the hard pink tip as if it was the firs time she would lay eyes on it.

She didn’t pull it into her mouth. Her clit dripped liquid already. There would be time for foreplay after she had had enough of him inside her. She firmly held his cock instead, pulling him with it towards the sofa and guiding it into her clit as soon as she sat comfortably on the chair.

He groaned appreciatively as his cock filled her pussy. She heard him mutter her name right before he began to move, slowly at first, before finally giving in to raw irresistible lust and plunge in deeper and faster. She welcomed every thrust with moans of her own – absolute love of her own- seldom clutching at his shoulders with her fingernails while her breast bumped everywhere.

Her Easter journey certainly was going to end with their lusty cries echoing through the walls of their home.