She waits

Three weeks later, I heard the key turn in my front door latch. I lay awake in the darkness, wondering what my master might bring.

I closed my eyes and waited until the bedroom door swung open gently. I tensed slightly, but my nipples hardened and my lonely treasure chest began to moisten, despite myself.

I heard him slip quietly into the room, abandon his clothes and felt him slide into the bedclothes with me, the scent of his body overpowering me.

I lay back, trembling, but he kissed me gently, forming his manhood into my willing cleft. I felt the warmth grow between us, dew letting down as his penis grew and probed my eagerness. He thrust gently at first, then more insistently back and forth until my aching lips surrendered and clasped his root to flood my cervix with his being, his giving, himself.

I lay back, eyes closed, until I heard the key turn in the latch, and fell asleep, contented.