Standing and stare across the room seeing old and young all waiting, forever waiting. The time comes closer, as more people pass through the doors we all focus on, but not you. I search around the cold white walls for the time, finding you should be here by now. The simple joy of our child shouting “Daddy!” alerts me to your arrival. I turn brushing back the curls from my face, in time to see you spinning her around and showing her, how you have missed our little drama queen.Even as ours eye lock and I mouth “Ti amo” to you and hear you reply “I love you too” to both of us , but, wait to talk and feel you, knowing our daughter has missed you almost as much as I have.So I spend the time taking my fill of your body, your olive skin that was only made richer and more tempting by the Australian sun. Your strong legs currently covered by long baggy shorts, but still your legs being my focus, with their many scars which only make them beautiful in all the ways a man can be. I glaze up at your perfectly sculpted chest, through your tight blue top, showing even with few years out of playing your much beloved rugby, the power is still there. The strength in your arms and shoulder, which have always drawn me to you, clearly showing as you lift our daughter higher, makes her giggle her sweet pearls of joy.Bystanders glare over as Grace screams, but we are too involved in our own happiness to notice or care. Having placed Grace gently on the floor and whispered in her ear, prior to her exploring your discarded bags, then, and only then you walk towards me. I stand frozen on the spot looking into your almost aqua blue eyes, flicking down as you give me one of your lazy smiles that I have missed so much. “Tesoro” was the only thing I needed to hear from you, the only reply I could give was “My love” before your hands cradles my face, your thumb rubbing over my lips; my tongue glazes your thumb. I watch your head slowly descend to mine, your lips testing mine as I stretch up Ataşehir escort bayan against you. Your hands moving to my hip steadying me as I move to the very tips of my toes, as I always have to, to reach your lips. As you place your forehead against mine and stare into my eyes you breathe the words “I missed you, Tersoro”. As I’m about to reply with the same sentiments our perfectly nicknames drama queen comes running into our legs. I start to stumble, but you draw me into your body, starting a chain reaction as it recognises its mate. I smile at you and kiss over your heart hoping it shows you that I’ve missed you too. Whilst picking up Grace and listening to her moan about not being able to find her present, we both laugh and decide to start making a move to go home. We talk idle chit chat as we walk towards the car; you listen attentively to Grace giving you an update on what she has been doing. I sigh in pleasure at hearing your deep laughter beside me as your hand rests in the curve of my back. After the Land Rover is loaded and Grace is strapped in, I start the long journey home. Gazing at you through the corner of my eye as I make my way back onto the motorway. Noticing your eyes looking heavy I hold your hand quickly and say “Get some rest honey, I’ll wake you up when we get home” but you place a gentle kiss on my hand and reply “I’m fine, just can’t wait to be home with you”. Your hand moves to rest on my thigh and I feel the heat of your touch through my jean shorts. The next time I look around at you, you’re leaning back in the chair asleep. Through the journey I move my legs until your hand slides between my silky thighs and presses against the seam of my short, I tighten my thighs around your hand gasping quietly as I feel the seam slip between my wet lips and press against my clit. I try to clear my mind and focus on driving but every bump in the road makes me shudder. Slipping down my chair I make Escort Ümraniye the shorts seam ride up into my ass, looking down briefly to see the pleasurable camel toe I have given myself and think of all the things I want to do him when we get home. My mind drifts to the erotic times we have done before, showers together where he give me my favourite breakfast before he leaves for work. Cheeky times, where I’ve sat covered in a blanket on his lap and taken him inside me as our friends watch a film, silently tighten around him until he filled me with his cum whilst biting down on my neck to smother his cries. These thoughts only make me need him more after the long 3 weeks apart whilst I continue to think and plan all the things that I will do to him when we get home. After dropping Grace at my mum’s I drive us home, just keeping inside the speed limit as I hurry to get my time alone with you. Pulling up into the garage and turning off the engine, I faintly hear the sounds of the wind coming up from the sea. I turn back to look at you and decide that you need to be woken and soon. Moving to your lap, pressing my yoga toned thighs either side of yours, whilst moving my hands down your chest feeling every relaxed muscle my hands slip under your top. My hands finally make contact with your skin as I trace my hands up your abs. I pull your top up higher and stare down at your chest before I lean back and remove my specially picked red deep v neck top before catching the front clasp of my black lace bra and freeing my full breasts. I moan to myself thinking of all the ways to wake you up, but decide to use my favourite way. I brush my chest against yours making sure your chest hair catches against my sensitive nipples making them hard for you. I move my mouth down to yours, nibbling and nipping slightly at your bottom lip as you start to wake up, kissing across your face and whispering in your ear “we are home my love”. You Bostancı escort wake up like poetry to my words smiling at me before you realise that I’m sitting near naked on top of you. Moaning sleepily “Now this is the welcome home I like!” You trace your rough hand down past the waistband of my shorts, making me gasp loudly as goose bumps appear over my stomach. Unbuttoning them, slowly running down the zip making the fire inside me burn brighter. I know even as you pull my lace thong lower what you are searching for, and the moment you find it. I look down with you as your thumb runs over my tattoo that simply says “Gino”, keeping to your tradition since I had got the tattoo done for you. You slip further down to where my shorts have left a damp patch making me spread and arch my hips into your hands. I bite down on my lip your finger slips down between my moist lips running your finger softly up and down teasing me. You dig into my arm and draw me hard against you until we touch every inch between hips and shoulder. I arch my hips against your now touchable budge whilst your fingers traces round my tender clit. “I need to be inside you” the hint of command in the short words makes me need you even more. We continue to torture and tease each other in the small confides of the car, the rough texture of my shorts combined with your hand rubbing, cupping and groping at my tender heavy breast, making my climax so close, as I grind down on you. “Yes, don’t stop” I mutter quietly as I nibble at your ear. Sensing my climax so very close you pinch my clit, just before removing your hand leaving a trail of wetness up my stomach. Showing your my continued frustration after hours of teasing and coming so close by biting down hard on your neck. Cupping my still jean covered butt you move me to your side as I continue to show my annoyance at you. As you open the car door I see the condensation that covers the window, a chill runs over me as the cold air hits my bare sensitive nipples. I cup my breasts to stop from getting frostbite as you pull yourself out of the tall car, I move to slide out of the car too but you grab me back around the waist and pull me off my feet. I should be used to it after 5 years together and 2 of them married but your height still impresses me.