Homecoming

Xenia steps off the plane after two years gone, and the second we’re alone I peel her clothes away like I’m opening a gift I thought I’d lost. Kisses mark the shape of every stretch mark and tan line that didn’t exist before. My mouth finds the new curves first, tongue circling until her nipples stiffen under my teeth. By the time I drop to my knees she’s already wet enough to glisten on her thighs. I spread her open with both hands, study the flushed skin, then sink two fingers straight into her cunt without warning. The gasp that tears out of her makes me smile against her skin. I pull them out slow, push them back harder, twisting just enough to grind against the spot that makes her knees buckle. Each thrust comes paired with my mouth, lips sealed around her clit while my tongue works rough circles. Spit runs down my chin and slicks the hand I’m fucking her with. When her walls start to flutter I add a third finger, stretching her open until she’s panting my name against the wall we’re still half dressed against. She comes hard, gripping my wrist with both hands, riding the heel of my palm like she might never let it leave her again.