into the driveway. I just finished loading the dishwasher as he walked in. "Honey, I’m home." He hollered as he took off his muddy boots. He didn’t get much further, before I ran and leaped into his arms. His sweat soaked my shirt and his musk was so arousing. He just laughed and replied, "You didn’t even miss me a little bit?" Now that we were both sweaty and smelly, we decided it would be best to take a shower together. I started the water as he slipped out of his dirty cloths. Before I knew it, he wrapped his arms around me from behind. Pressing himself against my body. He kissed my neck and ear. I spun around to take his lips. We stood there, making out for about half an hour. "We better get a move on, or we’ll be late." He shut off the water and we climbed out, drying each other off. He got all dressed up. A black button down dress shirt with a clean white wife beater underneath. (Yeah he’s big into those) He slid into his tight jeans. The ones that hold his ass and hug his thighs just the way I like. We headed out the door and he drove his sports car. (Part of his inheritance from when his father passed a few months before we met) He looked twice as big is his little Mazda rx8. He started driving and wouldn’t tell me where we were going. Next thing I know, were sitting in front of the best Italian place around. The valet took the car as we got to our table. The restaurant had low lighting and soft music in the background. Ryan looked so cute in the candle light. We ate our Alfredo and bread, as we talked about us and how happy we both were. After dinner we decided to catch a movie. It was an older one, so there was only 3 other people in the theater. As the movie started, I put my hand high up on his inner thigh and he wrapped his arm around me, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The best part of the movie was Ryan.

It finished, and we headed home. I kept glancing over at him, thinking to myself how much of a stud he was. I took his hand, which was resting on his leg, by the wrist. I kissed the back, then the palm. He had rough hands, but they were still soothing. He would glance at me then the road, them back at me. I bent down each finger except the middle one. That one I used to part my lips. I lowered my mouth onto to sucking it like it was Ryan’s meat. I put my other hand in his crotch as I sucked his finger. He was getting hard fast, and so was I. I was never so glad to be home. He pulled the car into the garage and we both got out. He fumbled to find the key to open the door to the kitchen. I don’t think it had anything to do with me kissing his neck or grabbing his ass. He finally got the door open but it was too late. I was way to excited to make it to the bedroom. Half way through the kitchen, he was already sliding out of his pants, and I was naked. I could see a perfect outline in his boxer-briefs. "I better get that wet before you try to stick it in." " good idea," he