They'd been separated only a few days, but he was anxious to get home. She met him at the airport, half-running to meet him. Throwing herself into his arms, they hugged, and she whispered in a throaty voice, "I want you."
He smiled, feeling the instant reaction in his own body. Apparently, she'd missed him, too.
Then his smile turned into a groan. He had to stop by his employer's house, and give him a quick report of his trip. "I know," she answered when he told her. "But I still want you."
He maintained his smile through claiming his luggage, getting it across the terminal and out into the parking garage. "I could tell him I took a later flight. Or my flight came in late. Or..." She only smiled and laughed at his suggestions, leading him to one of the darker corners of the garage, opening the trunk of her car. Cramming the luggage in the small space, he managed to get the trunk closed, then joined her in the car.
No sooner had the door closed then her hand was in his lap, opening his slacks, removing his stiff member. Though it was awkward, she twisted in the seat, her hip wedged against the steering wheel, bringing her soft lips down around his hard cock. He moaned with surprise and delight, feeling her tongue licking the pre-cum off slowly. He leaned back and closed his eyes, simply enjoying her ministrations.
Because of the difficult angle, she couldn't take him completely in her mouth. But he felt the back of her throat at the head of his cock, and, ever so gently, the edge of her teeth as she raised her head. It wasn't long before his muscles tensed, and he shot wads of heavy cum into her mouth. He could feel her throat working as she swallowed, and she didn't raise her head until he was finished.
"That should help you make it through the chat with your boss," she said, kissing the tip of his nose. He could smell his cum on her breath. "But," she said, starting the car and backing out while he re-arranged himself, "I still want you." He groaned happily.
The boss, pleased by the young man's job performance, insisted the couple stay for dinner. She behaved herself through dinner, but during drinks afterward, she leaned over and whispered again, "I want you."
They left in a hurry.
He grabbed her as they entered the house, spinning her around and pinning her against the front door. He kissed her hard, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, pulling her shirt from her jeans. Letting his mouth trail down to her collar bone, he unbuttoned her shirt, kissing down between her breasts, across the top of the bra, down her stomach. "So you want me, huh?" he asked, teasingly.
She nodded, pressing her head back against the door as he unzipped her jeans, tugging them down around her hips. He helped her step out of them, throwing them across the room. "I want you," she answered. "I need you."
He grinned, his finger probing inside her wet underwear. One quick tug and they were gone, and, lifting one long leg over his shoulder, he buried his tongue inside her wet pussy. She gasped in delight, bracing herself against the door. One finger he worked into her tight asshole, and he sucked on her clit, making her shiver.
He was waiting as she came, his tongue lapping up the juices as they poured down her thighs. He half supported her, hands on her hips, as her body convulsed. "What a great welcome home!" he said when she'd regained her composure.
She helped him stand, a wicked smile in her eyes. "Oh, honey," she sighed. "That was just the warm-up." Laughing, they ran for the bedroom.