MF, rom
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       "Hi darling..."

       He put down his suitcases and embraced her quickly.  "I'm glad
I'm home."

       "You go have a shower while I get things ready for you."  He
nodded assent.

       She walked into the bedroom, and surveyed the outfit she had
laid out on the bed.  One of his old white dress shirts.  A pair of
jeans that were tight, but not too tight.  And her newest acquisition,
a lacy violet bra-and-panty set that covered less area than a thong
bikini.  She stripped and changed quickly, doing up all the buttons on
the shirt, instead of leaving two of them undone as she usually did.
She kicked the clothes she had been wearing under the bed.

       The bed was made and the pillows fluffed, the toybox at the
foot of the bed closed.  She shouldn't be needing anything out of
there unless he got unruly.  She walked over to the dresser, and
picked up a small yin-yang pendant that was lying there.

       He was nearly finished his shower, she could tell from the
sound of the water.  He was just rinsing off, and should be stepping
out of the shower to dry off in a moment.  She waited.

       He walked into the room, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
She stepped forward, and gently slipped the yin-yang pendant in her
hand onto the stainless steel ring in his left nipple.  He bowed,
straightened, and stood waiting.

       "Go lie down on the bed darling, on your back."  He did so, and
watched her, waiting for her next move. She stood there, arms crossed
over her chest, surveying him.

       She walked over to the bed, and climbed onto it.  She then
positioned herself so that she knelt over him, straddling him,
vertical from the knees up.   She bent, and kissed him lightly on the
lips.  "It's good to be home, isn't it?" Her voice was soft,
caressing.

       He nodded.

       "You've been away a week now.  A week is a long time."  He
nodded again.

       She gently caressed his cheek with her hand.  "I intend to know
just how much you missed me, very soon."  He smiled, then nodded. She
kissed his cheek, and then kissed him again on the lips, but this time
it was a long kiss.  When she broke the kiss, she smiled.

       She turned her head at an angle, and slowly licked his neck.
Just one lick.  He closed his eyes briefly, a different expression
flickering over his face.  She touched her lips to his neck, raised
her head, and smiled.  "Did you miss me?"  He nodded, the look of
delicious anticipation flickering again over his face.  She kissed him
again on the lips, this time a french kiss.  When the kiss broke, he
moaned softly.

       She kissed his neck, and slowly began to trail her tongue over
the skin, bestowing the occasional kiss to it.  He moaned again,
almost too softly for her to hear.  She smiled.

       From his neck, she slowly traced her way down to his
collarbone, going very slowly, taking her time.  Her hands, which had
been anchored on the blanket, now were softly caressing his sides.  He
gasped when she tugged on his nipple ring, arching his back.

       "No, no, not yet darling.  Not yet." Again, he nodded, eyes
closed, his countenance partly a grimace, and partly a look of
pleasure.

       She gently kissed his right nipple.  His face lost its grimace,
and the look of pleasure took its place as she quietly licked and
sucked at his nipple.  She nipped it with her teeth, and he moaned
loudly, straining to be quiet and still.

       Her hands were sliding over his chest and stomach, and then up
to stroke his face gently, in compensation for the bite, and then they
slid slowly down again, gliding over his shoulders, and then back to
his chest and stomach.  She slowly kissed her way over to the other
nipple, to give it similar treatment, and pulled carefully at the ring
with her tongue.  After spending several minutes on that nipple, she
lifted her head, and kissed him on the lips.

       She rearranged herself so that she was sitting beside him.  She
purred, in that way she had, sensuously.

       "Sit up, darling.  I want you to be able to see this well."  He
acquiesced, pulling himself back on the bed to lean against the
headboard.  She was kneeling near the foot of the bed now, facing him.
She undid both of the cuffs of her shirt.

       "Which button next, the collar, or the last button on the
shirt?" she asked him.

       "The collar, if it pleases you, milady."  She slowly undid the
collar button.  She then undid the next button, and each button in
turn, taking care to make certain that he did not see anything of what
was underneath.  She turned around and bent at the waist, and then
took off the shirt.  Straightening, she turned around.

       The violet lace brassiere cupped her breasts, lifting them, the
lace barely hiding her nipples, though he could see them through the
fabric.

       "Oh, milady..." He sighed at the sight.  She leant forward,
tempting him to touch her.  She straightened again, and turned once
more, so that she was facing away from him.

       She undid the button on her jeans, and unzipped the fly, and
then began to slowly wriggle them off her hips, the violet lace
appearing above the descending waistband of the jeans.  He watched
intently.

       The jeans were about her knees now, and she stood, to let them
slip down to her ankles, and she then kicked them off, one leg at a
time.  Clad now in only violet lace, she slowly pirouetted to display
herself in full.

       "I see you like my new outfit darling, the towel isn't doing
much to hide that fact." She smiled, as did he.

       "You are the most beautiful creature in the world, milady."

       "Thank you, darling.  Look your fill, because once you have, I
will be taking these off as well."

       "Come closer, milady?"  She walked up to stand beside his hips,
and then straddled him as she originally had, vertical from the knees,
but leaning forward slightly, accentuating the curves of breast and
hip.  He looked at her approvingly, noting every detail, the swell of
her breasts as they were held by the violet lace, how her nipples had
crinkled up beneath the lace, as they always did when she was pleased,
how she had one shoulder slightly higher, and her head tilted, her
dark hair still pulled back in a braid, grey eyes watching him, chest
slightly forward, hips slightly back.  She must have shaved that
morning, her legs were smooth and the skin silky, the the surface of
her newly-shaven mons soft, her pale skin a contrast against the
violet lace.

       Impulsively, he lifted his hands from his sides, placed them on
the small of her back, and let them glide downwards, over her
buttocks, and down the back of her thighs.

       "Forgive me, milady."  He looked up to her face adoringly.
"Your beauty is such that I could not resist."

       "I forgive you, darling."  Bending, she placed a hand on each
side of his head, and kissed him softly.  "Have you looked enough?"

       "Yes, milady."

       She stood, and stepped off the bed.  "Stand up, darling.  I
want you to be on top today."  She undid the clasp of the brassiere,
and shrugged it off, the violet lace falling to the floor, and slid
the panties off her hips, letting them fall to the floor, and stepping
out of them.

       She lay down on the bed, thighs apart.  "Come here, darling."
He climbed on top of her, the towel discarded, lying, on the floor,
like the violet lace.

       He gently cupped her breasts in his hands, and kissed her, a
deep kiss. He smiled, and then gently kissed the spot at the top of
her cleavage, and then ran his tongue down her cleavage.  He gave each
of her crinkled pink nipples a long, tender kiss.  He traced his
tongue down her body, along its centerline, over her torso, stopping
momentarily to kiss her navel, and downwards over her belly, to place
a tender kiss on her mons.  He lifted his head to look up to her face,
glowing with a smile.  "So beautiful, milady, so beautiful, " he
murmured, voice soft and deep.

       He could wait no longer, and so, he entered her, her soft moan
audible in the quiet room.  He was fully inside of her, his hands
caressing her, their mouths locked in a kiss.  He pulled out of her,
but not quite, and slid into her depths again.

       He had soon set the rhythm, a gentle rocking back and forth, as
he made love to his lover.

       "I missed you, darling.  I missed you so much."  He kissed her
cheek, and then her breast.  The tempo began an accelerando, their
lovemaking a finely played piece, the flute and the cello in harmony.
He was licking her neck now, as she had his, and she was moaning now
as he had been before.  The accelerando continued, as he caressed and
kissed his lover.

       The motion was not so gentle now, flute and cello building to a
coda, the melodies woven together, as were their limbs.  She cried
out, as the flute's highest note was reached.  He kissed her again, as
he made his final thrust, spent, now that the piece had reached its
final note.

       They lay there, silently, still, for several minutes, and then
she spoke.  "Would you hold me?"

       "Always, milady."  He disentangled himself, and moved to lie
next to her, and took her in his arms.  He kissed her forehead.

       "Did you miss me, darling?"

       "Oh, milady, there are no words for how much I missed you."

       "I missed you too, my darling. So much."

       "I'm home now, milady."