Fingers, lips, tongue, cock. He devoured me like it hadn’t been a week; it’d been more like a century. “Missed you so much,” he breathed against my ear while he was thrusting his cock into me hard, so hard. So good… “Why are you back early?” I rasped, “And did you get a lot done?” Then my head was banged a little against the headboard with the force of his hips against mine. He rubbed my head and took the brunt of my head hitting his hand and his knuckles hitting the headboard a few beats and then grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind my head to shield it, still without missing a beat, without breaking our connection, without stopping his rhythm. “No one is going to fuck with what’s mine,” he grunted angrily and then he slowed and deepened the driving into me, taking us both to orgasm. He rolled and I fell asleep on top of him, him still inside of me. Later on, he told me that someone had been on the balcony outside our door and that something had been left.
