T Comes Home Early

T was gone for several days on a business trip. We talked each night and texted during the day, but promised not to touch ourselves and cum while we were apart. This proved to be exciting, but incredibly frustrating. As each day passed, we became desperate for the other's touch. The sultry music he created kept me company each night, as I craved the feel of his skin, his musky scent, his warm breath and the feel of his cock cumming inside me. After the week passed, I was exhausted from work, but wet and extremely horny, knowing T would be home the next night. Seduced by the sounds of his lone trumpet, I took a warm shower and went to bed early, completely nude. I slept soundly and did not wake at all during the night. His music was the perfect accompaniment for my lustful dreams. An endless loop of our bodies writhing together played in my head. It was as if he were lying beside me the entire time. As morning dawned, the dream became incredibly vivid. I felt his strong, hard, long body lying behind me. His left arm slipped under my head, cradling it and his right arm slid around my body, right under my breasts. My heart skipped a beat and I sighed dreamily, as his right hand cupped my breast gently. I arched my breast into his hand and my nestled my ass back onto his hard cock. Every horny feeling I experienced in his absence was magnified in that moment, and my pussy became wet. Tracing slow circles with his fingers on my soft, full breasts, T avoided my nipples. He pulled me closer and pulled on each nipple gently. I gasped in pleasure and opened my eyes in surprise, as I realized T was home early! I looked over my shoulder into his beautiful, but tired face. "You're home early, T," I whispered and smiled shyly. He rewarded me with a scruffy smile, as he had not shaved in a few days, and responded, "I needed to be home with my Z. I couldn't wait. Close your eyes and just let me hold you for a few minutes." I wrapped my right arm around his, tracing slow circles on his forearm, relishing in the feel of him, breathing in his uniquely masculine musk. Moaning softly, as he tugged and pinched each nipple slowly, lazily, my pussy continued to coat itself in my thick cream. I gasped and moaned softly, as he pulled my leg, opening my thighs. "Your scent is intoxicating, baby," he growled in my ear. He reached between my legs and chuckled, "seems like we both need a shave." I grinned knowingly and responded, "I couldn't shave without thinking of you, and wanting to cum, T. I was better off not shaving this week, baby. Maybe we can shave each other later?" T growled seductively again, "It would be my pleasure, Z. My absolute pleasure. Think of me shaving you bare, slowly licking every exposed part of your pussy, then nibbling on your hard clit, baby." Then, he guided my right hand expertly down my body, over my belly, onto my wet pussy. His long fingers spread open my wet lips. "Interesting. I love how wet you are for me, Z. Feel how your cream covers your pussy and inner thighs, baby." T whispered commandingly, "I want you to touch yourself for me, Z. Make yourself cum. Right now, baby." Again, I moaned and arched seductively back into T, as he moved his strong, large hands on my breasts, cupping and stroking them. "Rub that little clit, just like you've wanted to all week. Pretend it's my fingers and tongue, baby." He punctuated each word with an alternating pull or pinch on each of my hard, sensitive nipples. Intoxicated by the sound his voice, and his sexy Jazz solo playing quietly in the background, I moved my fingers lightly over my clit. "Finger yourself, Z. Tell me how much you want to cum." He moved his head onto the crook of my neck and pulled the covers off me so he could watch. "I've missed you so much, T," I cried, as I moved the first two fingers of my right hand into my soaked pussy, coating them in my thick cream. I shifted them back to my clit, and started rubbing in gentle, deliberate circles. "That's my Z. Show me how much you've missed me, my love," he whispered into my ear and nipped the lobe. I closed my eyes savoring the deep timbre of his voice as my wetness covered my fingers and hand. "Make me cum, T. I need you, baby," I whispered as my excitement built. "I will, my sexy Z. AFTER you cum," T responded with a deeply sensual chuckle. "I've thought about watching you rubbing your clit and tasting your cream, all week. I need to see you make yourself cum." The carnal sounds of his voice coupled with the crescendo of his music, added to eroticism of the moment. My body writhing, I rubbed my clit harder. "Yes, Z! That's it. Rub that clit for me," he encouraged. As my fingers zeroed in on my hard clit, I whimpered and rubbed harder. The circles became smaller. I started to move toward my pussy, and T said, "No, Z. Just your clit. Save your pussy for me, baby." Gasping, I threw my head back into his chest and he nibbled on my neck. Knowing how much I loved wearing the signs of his lovemaking, T made sure to mark my soft, supple golden skin with his whiskers. The sight of his talented, lightly freckled, fingers plucking at my nipples and the feel of his cock twitching behind my ass was my undoing. Spreading my thighs and curving my right leg over his, I moaned and rapidly, almost recklessly, rubbed my hard little clit. T growled, "YES! More, baby. Show me how you cum. Cum for me, Z." Feeling wanton, I rubbed my clit as he encouraged me again, "Cum for me, Z. CUM!" Writhing and unconsciously pumping my hips, I exploded all over my fingers, screaming, "I'm cumming, T! I'm cumming, baby." My orgasm took my breath away, and his arms tightened around me. "That was the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, Z," T whispered as he nuzzled my neck and pressed his long, hard cock deeper into my ass. He pulled my fingers into his mouth, licking each one thoroughly, saying seductively, "Mmmmmm, I've missed eating you for breakfast, Z. Good morning, my love." To be continued...