Sadie's POV

He stands at the edge of the bed and looks down at me, and I have never felt more wanted.

I reach for his belt with trembling hands.

After eleven days of only my own touch and that intense orgasm against the wall, I feel like I’m starving. I need to feel him, taste him, remind myself that he’s really home.

I undo the belt, push his jeans down his hips, and his cock springs free — thick, hard, the flushed head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight.

I have missed this. I have touched myself thinking about exactly this. The...