His Return

His thoughts once again

Went to her

His love

Wondering how she

Was doing

Had the hurt gone

Again he swore

He saw her

Standing at the window

But he knew

It was just a trick

Of the light and his mind

His home still

Held her aura

Her scent

His mind

Forever tortured

By memories of her taste

Throwing down his keys

He walked down the hall

His home felt empty

Dark and alone

Her image haunted him

Every day, everywhere

Something caught his eye

Another trick

Or was it

For there on handle

To the door of his office

Hung a dress oh so black

A dress he knew

She had worn

In the past

Excitement did mount

His length

Began to twitch

At thought of his

Shaft buried deep

Within

Her mouth

Her heat

To have her knelt at his feet

His power returning

As he flung open the door

Coming to a standstill

At the image he saw

There she knelt

In position

Awaiting his word

Around her neck

Was his string of pearls

He smiled as he looked

Admiring the way

They looked against her skin

His palm twitched

As much as his shaft

But he knew there

Would be time for that

Right now he needed

To see

Whether she was real

Had she returned

Safely to him

He covered the space

That stood between them

Silently and swiftly

Kneeling down in front of her

His fingers cupped her chin

His heart quickened

At the feel of her skin

Lifting her face

He looked deep within

No fear

No shame

Left in her eyes

Just love

And lust

There just

For him

Taking hold of the pearls

He took her lips

A kiss filled with passion

Taking what he had missed

Feeling her give

Herself once more

He smiled as he felt

Her fingers

Release his belt

His buttons

And finally

His zip

Her slender fingers

Wrapped around him

All thoughts of power and

Control swiftly gone

His need for her rose

As she softly stroked him

Then something snapped

Deep inside

His head cleared

As control returned

The growl from his throat

Caused her to pause

Standing he pushed

His length to her lips

Gasping when he felt

Her tongue on his tip

It had been too long

He wouldn’t last

He needed to have her

Hard and fast

Her moans vibrating

Along his shaft

Wrapping his hands

Into her thick dark brown hair

Thrusting deep

He held her there

Watching the tears

That rolled down her cheek

Still her eyes held no fear of him

Just joy, pleasure and desire shined within

Their eye contact did it

That last final thrust

His essence did pulse

Down into her throat

Sucking and tonguing

Taking it all

Finally he smiled

Expressed his pride

At having his girl

Back at his side

Reaching down

He pulled her into his arms

Holding her tight

They stayed in embrace

Softly stroking

And talking

Until day

It did break…

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© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from the internet).