Arrow Tip

Oliver couldn't get his hands or his lips away from you from the moment he saw you waiting for him at the airport. Even in the private limo he pulled you into his lap and let you grind on him, getting him harder with every roll of your hips.

"I've missed you babe." He husked against your neck as he pushed you into the doorframe of the bedroom, "I can't wait anymore. I want you now. I want to be inside you." His hips jerked against you, he was almost humping you from the sheer desperation.

Not that you were any better by any means. Your panties were already so slick you might as well throw them away. Oliver's fingers didn't help either. "I waited for you actually. I didn't touch myself for a full week."

He groaned against your lips, his eyes pools of lust, reflecting yours perfectly. "Then let's not wait any longer." Hungry lips found yours as you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his hips.

Both of you were like animals in heat, trying to touch, feel and kiss everywhere at once as you threw your clothes anywhere you could until you were both naked and flush against each other on the king-sized bed.

"The bed was so empty without you Oliver." You scratched your nails down his hard abs, feeling them clench and relax while Oliver tried to stay calm long enough to angle his cock with your entrance, "I felt empty without you."

"Sorry." Finally he managed to get both himself and you to stay still. As nice as it felt to slide his length through your sopping wet folds he really needed to be inside before he came all over you. "I don't think I can go slow." Oh that was more then fine with you, perfect even.

You spread your legs a little wider for him, giving him a bit more room. Both of you panted with excitement and need as Oliver slid inside little by little. The first inch was almost too much already for your needy and neglected cunt. You chewed on your lip while he bottomed out inside you, his hot cock fully sheathed inside you.

The clench was instantaneous, as as the almost wild bucking of your hips into his. Oliver almost toppled over from the sudden pleasure. His eyes closed as he gripped the sheets in a knuckle whitening grip. He inhaled, then exhaled, willing himself to hold off on his orgasm.

There's a part of him that would just be content with staying like that forever, but there's another, more needy, louder part of him that's telling him to fuck you like his life depends on it. In the end that voice wins out.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good love." A small gasp leaves your mouth at the praise. Your eyes travel down Oliver's body, drinking in every inch of him, every scar, every mark that was left unkissed in your hurry. "So good. I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry."

Oliver's thrusts are almost sloppy, they're rough, fast, deep, unforgiving. He can't get enough of the tight wetness surrounding his cock, the look on your face twisted in pleasure, the way your hands run up his arms and interlock behind his neck as you arch your back for him.

The first time you did this you needed time to get used to his length, but now you have no issue taking him in with ease. Oh you knew you were gonna have a little trouble walking right in the morning but you wouldn't care less. All that mattered was that Oliver was back. He was kissing you, loving you, his cock was twitching and pulsing, spreading you open for you to take his seed.

You reveled in this feeling, in seeing how his abdominal muscles clenched flexing, the sweat gathering at his brow, the way his mouth hung open and allowed low grunts of pleasure to escape him.

"You're cute like this." Normally you'd say that he was hot, or sexy, or handsome. But right now he was so desperate for you that you couldn't help but think it a little bit cute, and very sweet. To know that he wants you just as much.

"I... I can't anymore... I need to... fuck I'm losing it sweetheart..." Oliver's grunts ripple off into a low growl as he sinks in balls deep and comes.

You barely suppress a moan as you grind your hips into his, your inner walls clenching around Oliver's throbbing cock. Your whole body shivers under him as you reach your orgasm, and all Oliver can do is keep thrusting, making increasing both your pleasures.

Oliver leans forward and presses his forehead to yours, "Hi."

You chuckle and peck his lips, "Hi." You give him another kiss, one that sends more jolts through his cock, and in doing so more cum inside you in quick spurts. "Welcome home Oliver."

His arms wrap around your body, he brings you close to him until there's no more space between you, sharing body warmth and heartbeats, "I'm home."