Misconception (Coming Home)

“Looks like you’ve got a package,” she says when we pull up to my house.

“Is that a dick joke?” I ask with a chortle. “Because this”I point down to my dick“is a package addressed to you.”

She tosses her head back in laughter. “I meant the package sitting on your front porch, but I’ll take the one you’re offering. I mean, it is addressed to me after all.” Her smile hits me in the center of my chest.

“Riles?”

“Yeah?”

“Get in the house.”

She giggles but grabs her purse and climbs out of the truck. I meet her in the front and reach for her hand. I guide her onto the porch and unlock the door.

“Aren’t you going to get your package?” she asks.

“I’ve got all I need right here.” I push open the door and close it behind us. I make sure to twist the lock before leading her to the kitchen. With my hands on her hips, I lift her onto the island and smash my mouth to hers. My tongue invades her mouth frantically. I’m desperate for her, and taking my time just isn’t an option.

“Hudson.” She moans my name, and my cock screams to be set free.

I lift her off the island. “Strip.”

“W-We’re in the kitchen.”

“The door is locked, and Mom has our boy. Strip for me, Riles.”

She nods and pulls her shirt over her head. It takes me no time to be naked and have my cock in my hand. I stroke gently as I watch the show before me. When she’s fully naked, she places her hands at her sides and gives me a mischievous grin. “Now that I’m naked, what are you going to do with me?” she asks.

“I’m going to fucking devour you.” I lift her back to the island and spread her legs apart. My mouth latches onto her clit, and she squirms beneath me, burying her hands in my hair.

“Hudson, you don’t have to,” she starts, but when I suck a little harder, her words die on her lips.

My cock is hard as steel and begging for her, but I ignore it. She comes first. Always. When I slide one then two fingers inside her, her body pulses around my fingers. “Come for me, Riles.” My voice is raspy to the point that I almost don’t recognize it. That’s how out of my mind turned on I am right now.

When she screams out my name, I know this round is going to be fast. I don’t move my mouth from her until I feel her body relax against the island. “I need a condom, baby. Don’t move.”

I jog off down the hall to my bedroom. Fumbling with the drawer in the nightstand, I yank it open and pull out the new box of condoms I put there a couple of weeks ago. Tearing one off the strip, I jog back to the kitchen.

I stop just inside the door. Riley is still lying on the island. Her eyes are closed, and there is a small smile on her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, and the vision of her like this will be forever in my mind.

“Hey, beautiful,” I say as I approach her.

Slowly her eyes flutter open. “Hi,” she says softly. She watches my every move as I tear open the condom and roll it over my cock. I step up to her and lean over, kissing her softly.

“I love you, Riles. I want you to know that anytime I’m inside you that I’m making love to you. That will never change, but right now, baby, I need to fuck you. This is going to be hard, and it’s going to be fast.”

“Whatever you need,” she replies breathlessly.

“I need you, Riles. I need you,” I say as I line myself up at her entrance and push inside. She hisses, and I groan. “So fucking tight.” I pull out and slowly push back in. “Sit up and wrap your arms around my neck.” She does as I ask without question. “Now, I want you to wrap your legs around my waist.”

As soon as she latches on, I step away from the counter and move to the wall. I push her against it and slam into her. Her nails dig into my back, and I pound into her over and over again.

“Fuck!” I roar. I’m about to lose control, and I’m not ready for this to be over. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I know I’m done. I’m ready to warn her that I’m about to come when I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, and this time it doesn’t let go.

“Hudson!” she cries out, and I lose the battle as I fall over the edge of ecstasy with her.

We stand here, clinging to one another as if the other might disappear. My mind is racing, and so is my heart. I’m struggling to pull breath into my lungs, and while this might not be the time, all I can think about is having moments like this for the rest of our lives.