I started writing this story as a short scene. I never expected it to grow in the way that it has. For those who have not been following the story you can catch up by visiting the Howard and Lily page.
“Welcome Home!” Howard pulled out a chair at the small table in the kitchen of Lily’s flat.
Lily’s heart leapt and a smile spread over her face as she kicked off her heels and stepped into Howard’s open arms. The familiar, strong arms wrapped around her and she inhaled the comforting smell of him. In that moment the frustration of late-night phone calls and delayed flights disappeared. The tension of the day at work left her. She tilted her head upwards and their lips met.
Warmth spread through her body and heat began to build in her groin. Their kiss deepened and his hands slid down her back to cup her arse.
“I love your arse,” his voice was hot in her ear.
Lily sighed as his hands squeezed her and pushed her body against his. Against her thigh she felt his cock straining against the zip of his trousers. She smiled against his lips and slid her hands down towards the buckle of his belt.
“Someone is glad to see me,” she pulled away slightly and fumbled with the opening of Howard’s trousers.
“Woman you have no idea,” Howard’s voice was hoarse as he helped her open his pants. Lily slid her hands into his trousers and curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock. The velvet skin of his cock was warm against her palm as she slid her hand upwards. Slick precum dampened her palm as she began the downward stroke.
A guttural groan of pleasure escaped Howard’s lips, “If you keep doing that, I am going to have to fuck you right now, right here.” His voice was strained.
A sly smile played around the corners of Lily’s mouth, “Is that so?” her eyebrow arched as she continued to move her hand up and down, caressing his cock with slow strokes. Howard’s groans of pleasure filled Lily’s kitchen.
“I need you,” he gasped out, “Right now.”
Lily released him and turned to move towards her bedroom.
“No,” he grabbed her arm, “here, in your kitchen.” He turned her and bent her against the kitchen bench. The cold stone pressed against her breasts as he pulled her skirt over her waist and slid his fingers into the waistband of her knickers. She gasped as he inserted two fingers into her cunt.
“Someone is so ready to be fucked right now,” Lily could feel the heat of his cock against her arse as he dipped his fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Are you ready?” he asked stroking the tip of his cock over the crotch of her knickers,
“Yes,” she whispered urgently.
Howard pressed the head of his cock against her opening. “I have waited so long to feel this,” his hands were tight on her hips.
“Please,” Lily whimpered against the stone of her bench, her cunt ached to be filled.
She was rewarded slowly as he slid deeply inside her with a groan of pleasure. “Yessss,” For a brief second he held himself deep inside her but the urgency that had gipped them minutes ago took over. Holding her hips tightly Howard began thrusting into her willing, wet cunt. The kitchen filled with the sound of his hips slapping against Lily’s arse and Lily’s cries of pleasure. Pressure built in him as he desperately tried to hold back. He wanted this to last.
Lily rose to meet him, “Cum baby,” she cried. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”
Howard didn’t need a second invitation. With a loud groan he emptied himself into her. In that moment four weeks of tension and loneliness left his body. The frustration of living in a tiny room with paper thin walls and a compulsive wanker in the room next door was gone. Finally, he was home, in the place he was meant to be.
This post is part of Wicked Wednesday prompt #426. For more wickedness please click here.