Our room was still dark when I woke. Matt's presence was warm next to me, exactly where he'd been when I fell asleep. His breathing was slow and steady -- he'd sleep for a few hours more. He always woke late the day he returned from Seattle. I was starting to get used to his trips. Don't get me wrong, I didn't like them, and I didn't like that he was gone for weeks, but I'd developed a routine around them. And Matt was too. The night before, he'd wrapped me in his arms until I fell asleep, then he probably returned to the couch until he was tired enough to sleep himself. His internal clock might reset today but this first morning would be too soon for him to get started.

I gazed upon him for a long time. It felt both strange and familiar to see him at my side. His eyes were closed sweetly in sleep. His broad chest rose and fell. All of his solid self was there in the spot that had been so long empty. 

I was glad to have him back. It felt like Christmas morning and I was too excited to sleep more, even knowing I had hours before unwrapping my presents. When I finally slipped out of our bed I felt dull aches in my legs and hips from the night before. It made me smile. Matt was never as frantic as he was the first night back. Last night had been no different: unable to make it to our bedroom, he was lovingly possessive when he took me bent over the couch. I still felt stretched by him the morning after, even though I'd entertained myself through his absence with a dildo as close to his measurements as I could find. Actually we'd bought the toy together when we realized Matt's trips would be a regular occurrence and we both needed each other across the distance.  But however close the size, a toy can't match his fervor on a reunion night. No wonder I felt that ache still.

My legs slowly loosened through my usual morning routine. An easy yoga session, a refreshing shower, a hot cup of coffee, a few chapters of my latest read. As the sun brightened, I focused less and less on the words in front of me as my mind wandered more and more to Matt. Some of the distraction were my memories of the night before. The rest were my fantasies of the day to come.

Finally I set the book aside. It should be late enough for Matt to be awake. 

I nudged open our bedroom door a few minutes later, carefully carrying a pair of half-full mugs so they wouldn't slosh. The door swung as silent as my footsteps as I returned to our bed. The light filtered through the blinds cast the room in a warm gold.

Matt was stirring under the covers, his skin glowing in the diffuse sunlight. God, but he was gorgeous. He turned, maybe more at the smell of coffee than anything else. We shared a smirk as I sat on the side of the bed. "Coffee?" I offered.

"You're amazing," he said as his hands wrapped around the mug. 

We stayed still for a few minutes, sipping and breathing and waking. 

"You're amazing, sweetheart," Matt repeated, sounding much more awake on his second try.

"I know," I grinned. Then I leaned forward to kiss him with our empty mugs between us. He tasted good. Like coffee, yes, but more importantly he tasted like himself, exactly as I remembered yet so much better. Even more familiar was the firmness in his lips and the caress in his hands. Somewhere in that first taste one of us had the presence of mind to set our mugs on the nightstand. All I knew was the sudden awareness that my hands were wandering down his chest and to his hips, down to the heat between his legs.

Our mouths opened into fire. 

"Lissa," Matt breathed as my fingers wrapped around his stiffening cock. Where yesterday he was heat and rush and pure need, at that moment he yielded to me. Matt curved back down to the bed shuddering while I worked him harder and harder. His hands pulsed at my body in glancing caresses only to twitch away in each new wave of pleasure. Soon his cock was fully at attention. Still I worked him in my hands, stroking down his length to his balls and back again to palm over the thick head.

"Mmm damn, Lissa, you are amazing." he gasped yet again. 

"You keep saying that, baby," I teased. 

My hands left his hardness long enough to peel off my clothes then they returned to fit Matt's cock against my entrance. It was the only part of him that was hard -- the rest of his body was weak and waiting under my thighs. My walls slowly parted around him, taking him deeper and deeper in a smooth descent that drew a new groan from his throat. My incredible wetness eased that first thrust. I'd already wanted Matt. Watching him moan under my attention only made me that much hotter for him. Rarely do I see Matt's head tilted back that way.

Rarely do I see him lose control that way.

My thighs rested on his. My lips gripped the base of his shaft. We both moaned in a duet just begun. It woke him from the pleasured haze. "Welcome home," I smirked.

Matt smiled back and I saw the focus return to his gaze. His hands filled with a new strength as they wrapped around the curve of my hips. "This is exactly where I want to be, sweetheart." Working together he raised his arms while I tensed my legs, then we both dropped me back down his length in a groan. Long slide out, rush back in, conspiring to impale me on him again and again, building our rhythm. Each time I adjusted to his thickness while also squeezing back onto him. And through it all his self-control built until he raised me higher than I could.

"Matt, Matt, baby," I gasped. "Matt---"

He knows me.

"Yes, Lissa. Cum for me."

Then it was my eyes losing focus. Then it was me feeling helpless. I screamed and squeezed around his cock while his arms pistoned me. When my voice slacked I heard his words cut through. "That's right, sweetheart. Good girl."

Spurred on by the silk in Matt's voice my legs worked over his hips again, taking the initiative in fucking me. Between our moans, the bedroom filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. My ass slammed against his thighs each time I filled myself with him -- each time his thick head stretched in to my core.

Just as my pleasure built up to the precipice Matt tightened his hands again and bounced my hips to a new climax. My fingers dug into his chest while I screamed his name.

Matt rode me out to the descending slope on the other side until I cupped a hand on his cheek. I felt the scratch of a day's beard against my palm while I kissed him. I sensed no hesitation in his lips. He kissed and tasted and probed back with equal passion. Matt even mirrored my hand with one of his own on the side of my face. 

"I love you, Lissa," Matt whispered into the fire dancing between our mouths.

"Mm, and I love you Matt. Welcome home."

I felt myself tilting to the side. He was pushing me onto my back. "You are my home, Lissa." A tender kiss as he held my face. "Wherever you are." Matt's lips melted away from mine even as he shifted my ankles to his shoulders. "My home is," he shifted his weight directly above me, "right," his thick head pushed back into my pussy, "here," and he slid forward to bury the entire length of his cock in my wetness. He held himself there for a long breath. His weight held me down as if there could be any place I'd rather be than impaled on him. "And fuck you feel better than I remembered."

"My god Matt, you are fucking incredible," I panted. 

Now it was Matt's turn to start the smirk. As before his hands were on my hips but instead of moving me up and down they held me in place against the bed as his hips and legs worked. He pulled out smoothly each time, leaving me empty except for the very stretch of the head, then thrust downward. Gravity added to his strength. My legs alternated between weak and tense as I spasmed under him. I reached up to grasp his shoulders while he pounded into me. Matt's face was inches from mine, smoldering eyes studying my pleasure while I ---

"Oh yes, scream for me Lissa. Scream for me," he panted above me.

I did. Again and again I gushed around his hardness with his weight pinning me in place under him. My own voice was nonsense, repeated uses of "Matt" and "baby" and "oh fuck" and the wordlessness that best describes those heights. 

Matt arched his back away from mine, which changed the angle of his thrusts to better grind against my core. I shrieked in the pleasure. I was only dimly aware that his hands had shifted to the backs of my thighs, holding my legs folded against my chest even without his weight directly on them. It was the perfect angle for me and he knew it. I've said it before: the man knows me. 

Of course, it was a good angle for Matt too. His thrusts sharpened into the frantic pace I crave most of all.

"Matt. Matt. Cum for me." If anything that only increased his pace. "Cum in me," I demanded. "Cum in me. Fill me up." His hands squeezed my legs down. There's nothing that makes me spasm more than being held down and fucked. "Make a mess of me." From above Matt's groan pitched higher. I had him close. "Fill my cunt. I. Need you. To cum in me." 

I'm never sure if it's the additional obscenity or if it's the edge of begging. But it usually does the trick. Matt thrust his hips forward and held them there while he threw his head back, groaning to the ceiling his ultimate pleasure. Wave after wave of cum filled my pussy. I felt each squirt add to the earlier waves, coating me in a new wash with every forward twitch of his hips. Then slowly, slowly, his thrusts returned to drag his spent head against my walls even as his grip loosened on my legs. 

I'd asked for a mess and I'd got it. As Matt's thrusts returned, more of our combined juices oozed out with him. On my thighs, on his thighs, and probably dripping down to the sheets. My hips bucked at the thought of all that cum saved up for me. 

Matt let my ankles slide from his shoulders and kissed me sweetly. "How are you doing, sweetheart?" The closer angle made my hips roll under him. Matt noticed. He smiled devilishly. "Mm. Do you need more, Lissa?"

I nodded into the kiss. Now that I could reach more of him my hands wandered down his back and to his ass. Matt chuckled into the kiss. "Unfortunately I am spent, sweetheart." I felt myself wanting to pout but he spoke again before I could. "But I understand you've had a replacement boytoy while I've been away?"

This nod was under heated eye contact. Matt hovered his face above my own, my jaw again cupped in his hand. "Would you get it for me please?"

"Of course, baby." We kissed again before I rolled to my bedside table. The top drawer slid easily from near-daily use while Matt was away. I returned with the dildo, the near-replica we'd found online together. If anything, what Matt called my boytoy was slightly thicker than he was. Where most men might be intimidated to know their girlfriend was fucking herself with something bigger, it seemed to only excite Matt more  to know I thought only of him while stretching myself night after night.

Matt was sitting upright in the middle of the bed. "Over my lap, if you'd please."

We shared another grin before I draped myself over him. My hips rested across his thigh, leaving my ass high in the air. I felt our combined juices that had pooled on his lap press on my belly. The mess on my legs cooled in the air at this exposed angle.

I knew it's a classic angle for spanking, lying over his lap, but it can be so much more than that. The beginning was similar though: Matt gently caressed my skin with his broad palms, from shoulders to hips to the backs of my thighs. At first he avoided my wetness but soon his hands crept closer in narrowing circles. Matt may have satisfied himself deep in me - I still felt his cum leaking out if I needed the proof - but he was still focused on our physical connection. He was entirely engaged in the moment and I loved him for it.

When my squirming resumed, he slipped two fingers along my legs and into my entrance. I howled in anticipation become realized as our bodies rejoined. 

Slipping inside was even easier that third time. Between our combined cum and my stretched walls, I easily welcomed him back to my depths. "Matt," I groaned into the bed. His free hand stroked across my back, increasing his presence in my mind.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked. Those two fingers stroked across my g-spot, making me dance in pleasure. 

I nodded through a groan. The pleasure from his hands intensified. "You seem happy with my hands, are you sure you need more cock?"

I spasmed through the caresses. Matt built me right back up to the heights as if I'd never left. And yet -- that delightful stretch. The beautiful pressure of being slammed. "I need it, baby. I need more cock." And then the final phrase I knew would make up his mind. "Matt, please."

I could feel his smirk through his arms. There was a pause as he picked up the dildo and angled the balls into his palm. Only a brief pause, with no hesitation. Then the wide head pushed firmly into my pussy. Smooth, restrained, but not slow, Matt filled me with the dildo as I stretched to accommodate it. I felt his gaze focused on my backside but he spoke only when the silicone balls pressed against my lips. "Mmm, yes sweetheart. You take this cock so good."

I was aware of squirming under him. My hips and thighs ground forward. A moan growled low in my throat. Matt held the toy fully inside me while I ground. Finally I turned my face toward him, "God, Matt, please fuck me with it." A pause here while he held it steady. "Please baby, I love it when you fuck me."

Matt's free hand shifted up to my ass while he slid the cock out, smoothly and slowly. Then he slammed it home again. My back arched. I cried out. Slowly out, driving in, he continued on and on while my moans pitched higher into screams. And still Matt drilled me with the boytoy. Every movement was deliberate, including mid-climax while he slipped the pad of his free thumb over my ass hole. I think my legs kicked against the mattress. I couldn't help it, the sensation was so intense. All while my front pressed into the stickiness of Matt's lap from his earlier satisfaction.

I was entirely and purely a pleasured mess, writhing on his legs. And I loved it. 

While he worked both my holes, Matt goaded me on as before, his voice supporting and cajoling and  beautifully affirming. "Yes Lissa, yes, that's right, cum for me sweetheart. Cum all over this cock. Let me fuck you with your boytoy. Yes, give me those screams..."

For my part, I don't know what nonsense passed my lips. Screams and growls. His name. Petnames. Yells of triumph and pleading groans. But mostly the screams while I spasmed on the length of the toy while he slammed it, again and again. 

Home. 

Cumming on him, with him, under his guidance, with his encouragement. Even knowing he had been satisfied long before but wanted to see me equally sated -- maybe that was the most satisfying thought at all.

I lay sprawled across his lap, both of us panting from our exertion. He slowly, gently, pulled the dildo from my wetness and laid it across the towel before lying us both down so I was scooped in his arms. I curled in against his chest. The sense of his solid body in my arms replaced the hard toy in my pussy. His presence stabilized me. His hands, soft in my hair and on my shoulders, drifted me back down to earth. 

Our breathing synched. I think Matt calmed sooner than I did, but he patiently wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead while I still moaned, more and more softly, into his shoulder. I no longer felt so empty without the toy inside me, I felt full from the highs and the attention and the acceptance. I felt like I was glowing in his arms as I drifted down. More and more aware of our surroundings, our sticky legs and the twisted sheets, and the warm sun through the blinds.

Finally I tilted my head up for a soft, sweet kiss that lingered between us. Matt's hand cupped my face and his eyes smiled into mine. "You're amazing, sweetheart," he said.

"You are," I grinned back. Never had I felt a swell of love quite like that next-day sex after one of his trips. The sense of reconnection and recommitment to each other. Nothing could top that emotional fulfillment. It came from the sex, but it was better than sex. It was better than riding him, or being held down and fucked, or spasming over his lap on my boytoy. It was a happiness that welled from the very center of who we were, not only what we did together. It was love. It was home. Home again in my arms.