I'm tempted to message you that I am on my way home early but I decide against it and surprise you instead. On the way home I pick up some flowers and... a few basics that we need for the weekend; chocolate, wine, strawberries, cream. Oh and bread and that stuff too.I fumble with the keys and finally open the door to our place almost dropping the wine and the flowers as I do. Kick off my shoes and socks. I know you hate that but it feels so good when I get in to take them off. I walk quietly. The piercing blue eyes stare into mine then, to my relief they crinkle up into a smile. I am instructed by hand movements to get off the bed and stand before him. He walks around me patting and prodding and thankfully grunting with approval. From behind his rough hands grab at my boobs, squeezing hard, too hard and I bite my lip so as not to show pain. His breath is hot in my ear and the smell of tobacco again invades my senses. A lump pressed against my ass indicates that I have been. Yes, oh, please feel my hole I moan. You slide the head of your cock into me slowly. I push my hips back against you. I feel your length deep inside me as you begin to thrust in and out slowly. You reach up and grab my hair pulling my head back as you begin to thrust in and out of me faster. Im pulled up with my back against your stomach. You move my head to the side as you bite down roughly on my neck. I moan. I pull your hand up over my tits. You slide your hand up around my neck holding it. Consider," he added, warming to his subject, "the opening lines." Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy; Until I labour, I in labour lie," quoted Mia without hesitation."Indeed," said Lucas with a small nod. "And considered rationally, critically, those words have no great power. But imagine these words on the lips of a man, a man who feels such love for his mistress, such desire, that every moment apart pains him. The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing, though.