Earlier that day…

We'd thrown a surprise bachelorette party for Gilly, who is getting married this weekend. The main attraction was a gorgeous, totally lickable piece of twenty-something eye candy from Luscious Lads strippers.

He was probably around 6’3”, muscular without being bulky. Chiseled eight-pack, strong, firm thighs, very lightly furred chest. He also had the kind of thick, wavy dark hair I would have loved to run my hands through, and gorgeous, piercing green eyes. Put all that with a mischievous grin and a very prominent package between those muscular thighs, and, well...

With delicious thoughts of what I was going to do to my man when I got home tonight, I spent the rest of the day in a very uncomfortable state.

I pull up in front of the house, park the car, turn it off and sit there. I wonder what he's doing. Watching TV, playing on the computer... housework? Yeah, right! Anyway, I want him in the mood. How quickly can I get him there? I'm sure he'll wonder what brought this on, and I wouldn't blame him.

I will tell him all about it, but after; after I get him to fuck me. Yes, I said fuck. Not make love, or have sex. I need my man and his cock right now, with no build up or prelims. Just his hard, hot throbbing cock buried deep inside of me as hard, fast, and deep as he can go. With that thought in mind, I and my very hot, wet, aching pussy head inside.

Check the living room and he's not there, not in the computer room or bedroom either. Dammit, where... ah, there he is coming out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower and practically naked.

"Hey, babe, you're home; how was work?"

Instead of answering him I unbutton my blouse as I stalk towards him, letting it fall on the floor behind me; his eyes widen, watching. I look at the towel wrapped around his waist. Oh yeah, I have his attention; there is an obvious growing bulge underneath that towel.

I reach behind me, unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. My nipples harden instantly from the suddenness of the cooler air in the room. His eyes widen further and his tongue snakes out to lick that pouty lower lip that I love to nip when we kiss. I have almost reached him when I stop and shimmy out of my skirt. All I’m left in is my black lacy garter and thigh hose with four-inch black stiletto heels.

His mouth gapes open as I allow him a minute to take it all in. He starts to say something and I put my finger on his lips to stop him.

My other hand pulls his towel, and I let it drop to the floor. 'Oh yes,' I thought, 'he is definitely ready for me!'

He is still in somewhat of a daze as I maneuver him backwards towards the bedroom. We step inside, and at this point I am so wet I can feel my juices starting to run slick down the inside of my thighs.

Again he starts to speak, and again I shush him. I back him up against the wall, getting very close; I feel his cock, hard, throbbing against my stomach, his velvety thick head reaching above my navel. I lean slightly forward and nip his earlobe, and his cock jerks in reaction.

"Babe," I whisper huskily into his ear, "I need you to fuck me. Fuck me right here, right now. I don't want sweet, gentle, or slow. I want hard, fast, and as deep as you can go."

He looks into my eyes, searching for something, and I guess he finds it. He quickly turns us around, my back now against the wall. I put my hands on his shoulders and lift one leg out and then straight up over his shoulder, then move my arm to help hold it there, essentially doing the splits while standing up. He looks one more time into my eyes...

"Do it n..." I don't finish the words as he slams all of his cock inside me in one hard stroke. "Oh...!" I'd momentarily forgotten how big he was in this position, almost, but not quite regretting telling him hard and fast. The burn and stretch, almost to the point of pain, exactly what I was craving, needing. "Umm, ohhh..."

He shifts so both my legs are now hanging over his forearms, my back driven hard against the wall, allowing me to open even wider as he thrusts even deeper. I rake my nails down his back; "Bitch!" he growls in my ear and bites my neck.

I'm getting so close... forget explosion, think nuclear implosion. Faster and harder, I'm almost incoherent with the pleasure... got to time this just right, he is so focused, both getting close now, and I reach up and pinch his nipple; hard, so hard, we both begin the crash into orgasmic bliss.

Shock waves roll over both of us as we shudder to catch our breath. Neither of us can move, nor do we want to, so he quickly flips us around so his back is to the wall and we slide to the floor, still joined together. We take a few moments to catch our breath and then I sit back enough to see his face, and smile.

He looks at me and grins. "Hi, Babe; how was your day?