Douglas Roberts was away on a month-long business trip, and his girlfriend was missing him already. It was Saturday, normally a night spent playing Scrabble or horsing around with their 'kids'-a shih tzu named Albrose, a labrador named Pasha along with two cats, Bella Luna and Riley. Instead, Nicola Forth found herself ambushed by her sisters Trish and Ellie. Knowing just how badly she was missing Douglas, the two had arrived at her doorstep with board games, a massive bowl of macaroni salad, an extra-large pack of treats...and a bottle of vanilla vodka, her absolute favorite. Now, three hours later, she smiled to herself as she put the last of the load into the dishwasher anad hummed a little tune. Trish and Ellie had gone home; to be more precise, Ellie had taken Trish home-the latter had knocked off one-fourth of the vodka on her own, turning into an incohorent, drunk diva. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie's fire-red purse glinted from under the baby grand piano, and Nicola had to laugh. She picked it up and set it down on the coffee table, making a mental note to call her sisters about it first thing in the morning.
"Albrose! Pasha!" At the sound of their names, the pups came running, little Pasha bounding to keep up with the much older Albrose. Nicola smiled and took them both in her arms, carrying them over to their corner of the flat and tucking them in. "Enough excitement for one night, you two," she laughed as Pasha clumsily tried to climb off his bed. Douglas had brought Riley with him, so it was just Bella Luna in the massive wicker basket on the other end. The snarky kitten had gone to bed right after dinner and was still out like a light when Nicola peered into her space. I should probably get some work done, she thought to herself, turning down the lights.
She had just settled into the overstuffed chair in their office when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, Nicola frowned. There was no way that could be Trish; Ellie lived a good hour and a half away, and hardly fifteen minutes had gone by since they left. "Who is it?" Nicola called out, giving herself a once-over in the mirror. Her lush brown curls were caught up in a long, messy french braid and she was still in the little red dress she'd thrown on earlier.
"Flowers for Nicola Forth!" came the muffled reply.
Nicola smiled. This is just like him. As usual, his timing was impeccable; she had no doubt he had somehow sensed that she had been missing him big time. That was one of the many things they shared; a unique bond that, if you believed in such things, was practically a psychic connection. He had an inane habit of spoiling her silly anytime he was away from her for long periods of time.
She opened the door and gasped. Right in front of her was one of the biggest boquets she had ever seen. Nicola estimated there must've been about three dozen long-stemmed white roses in that arrangement, neatly framed by a big heart-shaped balloon and accentuated with...a stuffed mushroom? Closer inspection revealed that the mushroom strongly resembled the tip of one's penis. The horny little devil! Laughing, Nicola took the boquet from the delivery man who had been absolutely dwarfed by the massive arrangement and set it down by the foyer table.
"Thank you so much, where do I-" she began, turning back towards the man at the door. He had disappeared! Nicola frowned. That was odd, she thought to herself. She bolted the door shut and picked up the massive bouquet. I should put these in the living room, she mused.
She set the basket on the mahogany coffeetable...and jumped with a start at the unmistakeable sound of Douglas' voice.
"Hello, darling."
ii.
Her words caught in her throat when she saw him. He was sitting on their plush red couch casually, as if he'd been there all night. Blinking, Nicola stood rooted to her spot on the floor for what seemed like an eternity. "Douglas! What brought you home so early?" she finally managed to ask. He smiled, holding his arms out to her, and she settled onto his lap almost immediately. Cradling her face between his hands, he kissed her sensually; instantly, her arms wrapped around his neck and she was pressing against him teasingly.
Sampling her lips with slow, unhurried kisses, feeling her body nestle against his, he smiled against her lips. "I missed you, my Nicola."
Her skin was prickling with his every kiss. "I missed you too, love," she whispered.
Lifting her gently from his lap, he set her against the soft cushions of the couch, and got to his feet. His eyes hot and hungry on hers, he began to unbutton his shirt. Nicola bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath. She had missed him so much that even if they'd ended up simply going to bed, she wouldn't have cared. "What's on your mind?" she asked teasingly, a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, not much," he answered with a sly grin.
Nicola nodded. "Shall I draw your bath, then?" she began to get up off the couch, but he leaned down and kissed her hard.
"My Nicola, do you want me to admit that I want nothing more than to make love to you?" he asked in mock horror.
"Oh you do, do you?" Nicola grinned, leaning back onto the couch. Without taking her eyes from his, she slinked out of the dress, revealing her equally red bra-and-panty set.
She bit her lip and fought back a laugh as his shirt ripped in two separate pieces. "Damn it," he sighed with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "It's more fun when I tear your shirts off." The torn fabric fell to the floor as he undid his belt and pulled it free.
"Fun until you get your credit card bills back from buying me new clothes again," she teased, fighting desperately to keep from leaping off the couch and onto him.
"A small price to pay," he shot back with a soft smile, dragging his trouser's zip down. A sudden movement, and they fall to the floor as well - he stepped out of the them and approached her slowly, only clad in the blue cotton of his shorts.
She took a deep breath and clutched the pillows nearest to her. Glancing at his shorts, she tried to ignore the raging erection straining against it. Too late; she could already feel her cunt starting to get ridiculously wet. Shaking her head, she smiled. "I'm glad you think so. I was beginning to get worried that all that shopping would kill your credit limit." There's a predatory spark in his eyes as he knelt on the couch next to her and kissed her deeply, pushing her back into the cushions until she was flat on her back and his breath was hot and sweet on your lips. "Fuck," he whispered hungrily, "my credit limit."
"No," she managed to gasp while wrapping her arms around him and enjoying the feel of his lips on hers, "fuck me."
iii.
His kiss was merciless, his tongue pressing deep into her mouth and summoning a small sigh of pleasure from between their lips. His fingers brushed the insides of her thighs, slow strokes drawing ever closer to the moist cleft of her sex, his rampant cock pressing hard against her outer thigh.