Welcome Home 💭
He took this picture afterward.
It happened in two parts.
The second he walked through the door he had me pinned against the wall, tongue deep in my mouth, already hard and impatient. He said he wanted to shower first — wash the long flight off him. I told him I needed his full taste before anything else. So I dropped to my knees. He was more aggressive than usual, hands buried in my hair, fucking my mouth. He came hard and I swallowed every drop. Only then did I let him go shower.
When he came back I had drinks waiting. That was the real welcome home. Soft at first, then deep, passionate lovemaking. We never even made it to the bedroom. It started in the kitchen and finished on the couch. We moved through position after position until neither of us could keep track. When we finally finished he poured the second drink, took this picture of me lying there, and we both fell asleep early… completely spent.
It’s good to have him home.
A picture can mean a lot of things. Possessive. Claimed. Showing off?
— Kira 💍
