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He trudged into the apartment hauling his duffle and his laptop. Dropping them noisily on the floor, I heard him sigh. "Welcome home," I called to him from the kitchen. "Mmmm," he responded. He disappeared into the back room and soon I heard the shower running. Michael had been gone on a business trip. After four long days, he had finally returned. I missed him. While he showered, I pulled out a bottle of chilled merlot, poured him a glass, and sat it on the table beside where he likes to sit. After a few minutes, he came out, wrapped in his favorite robe, and plopped down in the chair. God, he looked tired. "Thank you," he muttered. While usually a very classy guy, Michael tossed the glass down in one gulp. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and then handed me the glass. "Would you, please? Another?" I took his glass and refilled it and handed it back to him. This time, he sipped it like a gentleman. "Thank you." We sat in silence and watched the news. As he sipped the wine, I could see the tension flowing out of him. "Come on, let's go to bed," I said after the news had ended. Wordlessly, he got up and padded into the bedroom with me behind him. He climbed into bed and so did I. He turned to sleep on his side, facing away from me like he did every night. Wanting affection, I spooned up behind him. I pressed my hardness against him letting him know I was there. "Not tonight, Richard, ok?" he murmured over his shoulder. He had said those very words to me so many times in the past year; and tonight those words were still like ice. This time, however, I didn't roll away. I pressed closer. "I need to touch you," I whispered. Before Michael had a chance to answer me with his usual "Go to sleep", I reached around and touched him, softly stroking him. I could feel him flinch, not wanting the touch. So, almost pleading, I whispered, "Let me," into his ear. He didn't answer me, nor did he push me away. I spooned in closer to him, pressing my erection against his butt as I stroked. I was delighted to feel him become hard under my touch. His hands softly touched my arms as I hugged him. Wordlessly, I began to rock against him, touching him, feeling him. His breathing was short and jerky. His hands trembled as he pulled the cover back and rolled onto his stomach. I secretly thanked him for sleeping naked as I climbed on top of him and kissed his shoulders. When I ran my finger down the center of his back and kept going down, he lifted his hips slightly. When my hand arrived at its destination, I slowly and methodically stroked his opening. As Michael moaned, I crawled down to kiss his soft buttocks. Drifting down, I licked a path to his hole. I could feel him tremble beneath me. I buried my face in his ass, pressing my tongue inside. As I rimmed him he nearly wept, his hands clutching the sheets in surrendered desire. Pushing my tongue inside, I could hear him begin to beg, "Oh…please don't stop." "…will never stop," I whispered in response before returning to my erotic task. Straddling him, I fingered his entry gently slipping one finger in. As soon as I hit his spot, I knew it. His breathing became harsh as he bucked up to meet me. Pushing in a second, I worked him slowly while he lay beneath me. I pushed my erection against him once again; it's hard hotness pressing him. "Do you want this?" I hissed in his ear. "Yes, I need this," he answered. With him like this, willing and compliant, it was easy to make love to him. As I pushed inside of him, I could feel his body tremble. Kissing his shoulders, I comforted him while he adjusted to me. "Take it slow," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Yes." Slowly, I rocked against him. I felt completely surrounded by him. I could feel his body pulse with life and passion. When I slowed, he whimpered. When I increased my thrusts, he gasped, clawing at the sheets. He lifted his hips so he could stoke himself as we coupled. I could feel him tensing up. "Slow down, pal," I advised. "I'm not done with you yet." I slowed my gyrations until he stopped touching himself. Once he was backed away from "the edge" again, I began to speed up, thrusting deeper, plowing into him. He grunted as his body accepted me. Reaching under him, I stroked his heat. His reaction was instantaneous. Pleading with obscenities, he lifted his hips, giving me full access and increased penetration. I pounded him without mercy as he begged me to thrust harder and harder. Hissing my name, he finally came. His frenzied loss of control was all it took for me to soon follow. Pushing deeply inside of him, I pulsed my seed into his body while he trembled and throbbed beneath me. Holding him close, I continued to kiss his neck and shoulders as I remained contently imbedded in him, my lover. "Welcome home," I hazily whispered. Squeezing my hand, Michael replied, "Thanks…perhaps I need to leave more often." "Don't you dare," I said in return. Motn007@yahoo.com