Another Sunday night, another airport pickup. We don't talk much on the drive to your house, we never do. I sit back and enjoy the feeling of being in a fast car with a guy I love, hurtling towards the city lights. Something feels different, though; but I shrug it off. We're both tired and we both have a lot on our minds. When we arrive, by unspoken agreement, we start carrying my luggage upstairs. As I am prone to do, I gracelessly half miss a step and one of my black peep toe wedges flies off my foot and down the stairs. I lean forward and put my hands on the steps above me to regain balance and hear you swear softly under your breath. "What?," I laugh, turning to glance at you over my shoulder. You know I'm a klutz, so at first I think you're just playing at being annoyed. It's one of our signature dances. But then your eyes lock on mine and everything changes. Hooking one arm around my waist, you flip me over so that I'm lying on the stairs facing you. With your other hand, you reach down and pull off my other shoe, tossing it down to join its mate as you mutter, "you and those goddamn wedges." I don't know how to react and I'm struggling to figure out what is happening. You look at me like I am your favorite daydream and worst nightmare all at once and tug at the waistband of my pants. "You. Naked. Now." In disbelief, I do my best to assist you. Shrugging out of my silky cargo pants is easy, but panties require more maneuvering. My fingertips have just brushed underneath them to push them down when I hear a sharp click and experience the startling feeling of cold metal against the crease of my left thigh. Before I can register what is happening, you cut upward through the side of my panties with your knife and tear them away with your other hand. Frozen in place, I look at you with my mouth pursed in an 'o' of surprise. Your eyes meet mine again and you growl, "we'll buy new ones." The now useless underwear goes sailing through the air downstairs as you part the lips of my pussy with your fingers. Gazing at me once more, you say, "I've waited a long time for this." My stomach falls through my body and down and out to join the pile of my discards at the bottom of the stairs. I have only a moment to suck in a breath of air before I feel your head diving between my legs. Your mouth is devouring my pussy like a starving man falling on a steak. You explore every centimeter and crevice, darting your tongue in and out of my entrance before moving to my clit. Time stops as you lavish my clit with slow, sensuous strokes and swirls of your tongue. With each stroke, you subtly increase the pressure of your lick and when I moan in pleasure, you keep that same pressure level as you continue. My moans begin to follow one another more quickly and you respond by taking my entire clit into your mouth and gently sucking it before returning to tonguing me into bliss. I begin to pant and shout "I'm going to cum." We are perfectly in rhythm, my hips bucking and moving with you, riding your tongue as I cum in shuddering, leg-shaking ecstasy.