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Ten minutes and his flight would land. Ten minutes until you’d hear all about the adventures he’d been on— how he saw every sort of animal you could only imagine would kill him upon being provoked. Ten minutes until you’d kiss his face and hug him to your body as tightly as you could.You’d wiped your face of tears more than once that day. You’ve been waiting for Rick’s arrival date on your calendar for a month now. Checking each morning knowing today wasn’t the day. But here you were, standing at gate seven, fresh clothes in your arms and a backpack slung over your shoulder.Five more minutes until you’re able to laugh about how bad the French fries here are and that he won’t try Mayo on them. Five more minutes and you’ll hold his hand as you walk to the car. Five. More. Minutes.It feels like this has been the longest stretch of time you’d ever had to endure. It always does. And you hear him before you see him, he’s chatting with a man of about the same build as they walk down the stairway. Your eyes are tearing again. His skin was darker than when he’d left, tanned by all of those rays. His smile was larger, no doubt made from every wonderful thing he’d tell you. His eyes were still just as kind— but much more tired.“Rick!” You shout and wave, his head and eyes snap up to find the voice in the crowd, excusing himself from his conversation. He holds his bag to him and captures you in the sweetest embrace you thought possible. He’s holding you against his body, one hand pressing your head into him and the other wrapped around your waist. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he can feel the chest of his shirt growing more damp with each moment he held you.“Hi there, pretty.” He whispers into your hair, pressing a few kisses into his favorite spot, right at your hairline above your temple. “I’ve missed you.”“I’ve missed you too.” You’re wiping your eyes as you pull back. Your words couldn’t even begin to put together your emotions. “I Uhm…” you cleared your throat, trying to collect yourself just a little bit. “Brought you a change of clothes.” You want to wipe the tears on your cheeks, but Rick is whisking them away and leading you towards baggage claims. He said he had a few presents for you.And you two make a dash for the superstore. You load up on sweets and veggie burgers and sweet tea. You’ve got chocolate oranges and candy hearts. Rick smiles, trying to convince you into buying a pretty new blush pink bra and panty set. Whispering into your ear all of the things he’d like you to do to him wearing that set. The pictures he wanted to take of you.Decision made, into the cart it went.At home you two spend the evening cooking together and laughing at stories that you both hadn’t been able to tell the other in so long. You smile, feeding Rick one of your banana chips, biting your lip when he sucks around your fingers oh so gently. “It’s getting really late… why don’t we get to bed?” You say to him.Rick smiled mischievously, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his t-shirt. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Rick says softly. “I’ll get the kitchen cleaned up and be right in. Okay?” He gives you a kiss on your temple and you recede to your bedroom. Staring at the brand new lingerie set and trying to decide whether it would be a good idea to slip into it tonight or to wait until the next morning.And you throw all caution to the wind and slip into it. Loving the way it fit snugly against your body. You check yourself in the wall mirror, blushing from head to toe, absolutely not used to your body in something so delicate. When you’d touch yourself without Rick home, it was just a hand shoved in your underwear or in the shower. And now Rick’s home and wanting to see how pretty you are all dolled up for him.And Rick let’s himself into your bedroom, breath catching as his eyes rake over your skin. “You look ravishing.” He mutters as he stands there, unsure of where to be. He surely did look like the biggest idiot, just watching you look at yourself in the mirror.“Thank you, my love.” You smile. You bend at the waist to open the bottom drawer of your dresser, making sure to give Rick a good look at your ass. You grab every satin tie you have in the bunch and straighten yourself back up. “Why don’t you strip and have a seat?” You wink at him.And that went straight to his cock.He follows your orders, hands above his head as you fasten his wrists together and then to the headboard. And you fasten each ankle to the foot board separately, smiling down at your work. “You look so pretty, Rick.” You reach over to grab his camera, “tied up on my bed— mind if I take a picture? Wanna remember how good you look.”Rick nods, “take a picture, honey. Keep it on you.” His head is leaning back against the pillow, hair a legit mess. But he couldn’t care.You snap a picture of him from the end of the bed, reveling in the fact that he’s spread out just for you. Rick is admiring his view. He’s watching you stand there and check your handiwork, checking the photos you’d taken of him. Your asscheeks were hugged by the thin pink lace and your breasts are spilling out of the top. The bows are strategically placed at the sides and he wants to untie them both with his mouth.And you move closer to his face, snapping photo after photo. A different body part, gleaming muscles, freckles and moles, you’re going to treasure each photo every time he’s away. You place the camera down on the side table, sitting beside him on the bed. You have one leg tucked under your body as the other pats the floor. “Don’t even have to touch you and you look like you’re about to bust.”And Rick was. He hadn’t heard your voice or seen your body in so long. And hearing you give him orders, touching his skin, and expose yours— was starting to be too much for him.His skin was becoming as red as your tear stained eyes. His cock was standing at attention, an angry red color and skin taut. You lean over, body shifting your hips slightly to rest on the bed as your upper body rested on his upper thigh. His gaze was just you and his dick.And you give him a few pumps with your hand, unsure of how long he’ll actually last. You needed all night. You needed to reacquaint yourself with Rick’s ever changing body. Less weight on it now. After you wait an adequate amount of time, just running your fingers over his thighs— you lick from the base to the tip when he relaxes back. He wants to pull at the restraints in surprise. But he knows better.You take him into your mouth, shifting your hips closer to his ribs. And you’re moving your head slowly, one hand wrapping around him to pump in time with the movements of your head. The other cups and rolls his balls and he does pull against the restraints. Your cheeks are hollowed, spit is pooling at the corners and leaking out. You’re sloppy, but neither of you care. You’re too drunk on loving him up and he’s too worried on waiting until you tell him he can cum.You feel him start to draw up and tense, and you can see he’s fighting back every bit of pleasure that he can. Biting the bullet. You pull your mouth off of him, only using your hands. “You can cum, baby. I’ve got you.”And it doesn’t take Rick more than three seconds to follow that order. You lick his hips clean, and he just about busts again right there— he has to divert his eyes away.“I hope you’ve got more in you than that.” You say as you sit up, straddling his chest. “I haven’t got to cum yet.”