Work was horrible this week. My feet ached in my boots and I had soaked through my shirt hours ago. All the guys on the crew were ragged. Most fell asleep in the boss's car on the drive home. My buddy– Cody– had fallen asleep next to me and now his head was on my shoulder.

I sat awake looking out of the back seat window. The boss’s beaten old LA Sabbre, protesting loudly, sped down the road. The old man was driving with one hand, alternating between texting and smoking with his other. All I could think about was how pissed I would be if he got us all killed before I got home to Ophelia.

I had been thinking about her all day. After last night and this morning; how could I think about anything else? Throughout the day I had to be careful. A couple of times my thoughts had strayed to the recent memory of having her legs wrapped around my head.

The mental images had started making me hard and so I had to stop myself. The guys probably didn't want to see that. They teased me about Ophelia enough already. With the number of times I have shown up late with ruffled hair and a shit-eating grin. I'm lucky I haven't been fired.

Ophelia liked to tease me too in a very different way. She was always trying to turn me on. I teased back but she had an advantage in the digital warfare game. With our jobs, it's easier for her to send nudes at work. Normally I would make up the difference with my words but I couldn't today because I had to keep moving. Some days I only had time to see what she sent and fire back a quick response.

When we first started dating we lived in different cities. Sexting became a familiar battleground. I remember back then I had more of a chance. These days, Ophelia is the consistent winner.

Like with most of our games, losing isn't so bad. Some of the best sex we've ever had has come from Ophelia's victories. Times when I was away overnight or we woke up in a particular mood but had to work.

On days like that, she bombards me with pictures and dirty comments. Most of the time she just happens to be wearing an easy-access outfit that day and the next thing I know I'm getting upskirts of her pussy and plugged ass.

One year, on Valentine's Day, she sent me a link to an app. Within minutes I was playing with her on my phone. She had a remote control toy in her tight slit and a camera set up under her desk. I thought I was going to cum in my pants at work. If I could have, I would have left early.

I found out later Ophelia recorded it all for me. That night when I got home she had it playing on the TV in the living room. She was wearing lacy black lingerie and I thought I was going entirely feral.

Today was nothing compared to that, but she did send me some nudes on my lunch break. She was wearing a skirt today but didn't have a plug in this time. It still managed to shake me to the core. The picture was of her pussy with two fingers coated in grool.

The text read, “I hope you're ready, ‘Big Guy’.” There was a wink emoji and a cum emoji after the message.

I pretty much instantly got hard. Extremely grateful for the foresight to have opened the messages away from everyone else, I had to get control of myself before I could respond. I sent a quick text telling her how much I wanted her but it felt hollow compared to what I felt. I was dragging ass and I was frustrated I couldn't express myself to the degree that I wanted.

When I got back to the others they made the regular jokes. The old man muttered something generally negative. But I didn't care, I just kept smiling.

Now we were almost home. I wish we weren't working out of town this week. I would always rather be in my car, and home by a reasonable time. At least we weren't staying in a hotel this time.

We pulled into the parking lot where we had all met earlier. Unloading the overstuffed car we said our goodbyes and shuffled off. My tool bag was obnoxiously heavy. Worn down from my day, I struggled to get it into my trunk.

I sent Ophelia a message to let her know I was on my way. What I got in response perked me up. She replied with a picture of her naked body in front of the bathroom mirror, about to jump in the shower.

My heart sank a little, as gross as I was right now, I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to get physical with me.

Of course, I wanted to shower, but I wanted Ophelia more. After a day like today, she was what I needed to recharge. Even if we didn't get up to anything I knew I would feel better after spending time with her.

As much as I wanted to fuck that girl at any given moment, I loved her too. No one makes me laugh like her. No one understands me like her.

I pulled up to our apartment and every joint in my body protested as I exited my car. Trudging up to the door I was so tired I almost didn't see shades move. Smiling like the luckiest man on earth I couldn't help thinking how much I loved what a dork Ophelia could be.

I was too drained to wonder why she would be watching for me today. I figured she picked up on how ragged I was and was being cute. Maybe she had dinner ready.

I walked through the front door and to my surprise the room was empty. Shrugging, I shut the door behind me. I thought it was a little weird but I didn't let it bother me.

When I looked up from kicking off my untied boots, Ophelia materialized. She had been watching out the window because she had a surprise for me. She waited until the door was closed because the surprise was brand-new lingerie.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Eyes wide I was captivated and my brain started misfiring. I had a frenzy of thoughts, all of them raging for dominance. Incapable of communicating I just stared.

Smug beyond measure at the effect she had on me, Ophelia bound forward. She cleared the space between us with a few running steps. Her arms reflexively wrapped around my body when we collided.

I kissed her head and then we found each other's lips. Instantly she washed my day away. The stress I felt seconds before was shocked out of my body.

“Words can't describe …” I growled into her ear. 

Giving up on speaking I used my mouth for something more productive. I started kissing her neck. One, two… what would have been a third kiss turned into a bite.

Ophelia had reached down and unzipped my pants. She pulled me out and right when I was about to kiss her again, she started stroking. My teeth scraped her where the base of her neck met her shoulder. All of this was so unexpected yet welcome that I thought I might cum right then and there, but I held myself together.

“Stop.” I couldn't believe I was saying it.

“Why? Are you okay?” She asked, slowing down a little.

It almost felt better. She was giving extra attention to the tip, twisting slowly, intentionally, around the ridge before sliding back to the base.

“Nothing like that. I'm gross, I want to get clean for you.” It was a struggle to string that many words together in a row.

“No,” she replied, rubbing my balls and kissing me. Then she asked, “Sitting down or standing up?”

“What?” I stammered confused. She was stroking me rapidly and it wasn't making talking any easier for me.

She rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear.

“Wow, you're dense when you're tired.” She kissed the tip of my dick. “Relax baby, you deserve this.”

Without waiting for any kind of response Ophelia took me in her mouth. She took her time warming me. Using her tongue and lips to prepare my cock for what was next. Slowly she looked up at me, then started bobbing.

She started to speed up after coating me so I was wet and smooth. She slammed her head forward several times in rapid succession, tearing a slow savage moan out of me.

I reflexively reached one hand down to grip her head. Twisting my fingers in her hair served a dual purpose. It gave me control, and it kept her hair out of her face.

Backing off, Ophelia looked up at me, kissing the underside of my throbbing cock. With one hand she started stroking again, grabbing my ass with the other.

“You can fuck my face if you want. I want to make you feel good.” She licked me again, then added, “You did good work this morning mister.”

She went back to pleasuring me. With my free hand, I started playing with her tits. My other hand was keeping time with Ophelia's head movements.

I was already getting close. Between our activities this morning, and then thinking about this beautiful girl all day, I didn't need much. I started applying some force. I asserted control with my hand until Ophelia moved with me instead of the other way around. 

My hips and legs started working on their own. I was fucking my girlfriend's mouth and I was getting close to shooting a hot load of cum down her throat. Each thrust brought me rapidly closer, I thought about how I was going to kiss her after this.

I couldn't concentrate on playing with her tits so I reached down and grabbed her hand instead. We both squeezed. I moaned, making a sound like a wild animal.

She had slight involuntary tears welling in her eyes but I knew she didn't want me to stop.

“I'm going to cum for you honey.” She couldn't talk so she squeezed my hand again.

“Oooo fuckkkkk!” It felt like my soul was leaving my body. 

It was like Ophelia was dragging my will to live out of my cock. Draining my life force and stealing it for herself. I could feel my body locking up and shutting down.

My hand on the back of her head Ophelia was bottomed out. My cock twitched and I could feel with each movement more cum leaving me. I could feel Ophelia working to take it all.

A long low sound emanated from me through my orgasm. When I looked down and made eye contact with my love, I stopped moaning. As we stared into each other's eyes Ophelia somehow used her tongue, mouth still bottomed out on my dick, to lick my balls.

My moan turned into a breathless gasp. I felt the last of the cum leave me. I felt empty; she had turned me into a shell. With a last squeeze, I released her hand, moving it to the back of her head.

I held her head to me with both hands in a loving embrace. Enjoying the last moments of this ethereal bliss, I closed my eyes. Releasing Ophelia after a few heartbeats, I helped her stand up.

I loved kissing Ophelia after she sucked my dick but tonight was even better. This wonderful girl had turned a horrible day around in minutes. I tried to convey my gratitude, love, and lust through that kiss.

My cum still coated the inside of Ophelia’s mouth, making the kiss hotter and sweeter. Our tongues communicated in their physical language, saying everything we couldn't. I wanted to hold her but I didn't know if I had enough strength left in my body to pick her up.

Seeming to know how I was feeling, Ophelia gently took me in both hands and led me to the couch. My legs were weak, making me grateful I only had to take a few steps. Turning me around, she gave me a little shove. 

I sank onto the couch, pants now around my knees. Ophelia helped me take them off, so I kissed her affectionately. I ripped off my socks, glad to be rid of them.

Ophelia climbed on top of me, straddling me and kissing my neck and face. I reciprocated occasionally but I was spent. She didn't seem to mind, but I felt I owed her for getting dressed up for me.

“Honey, I need to shower before I take care of you,” I said in almost a whisper.

“I know you want to shower so I'll let you go, but don't worry about me.” She continued kissing me, slow but relentless.

“What do you mean? You got all dressed up for me! You deserve to cum!” I started to move as I said it but she used her weight to keep me in place.

I could move her but she didn't want me to and I would have to summon myself to overpower her. It was easier to hear her out. As important as it was to me to reciprocate, Ophelia knew her mind.

“I know this week has been rough. I know today was rough. I wanted to do this for you. But I didn't realize how worn out you were until I saw you walking up to the door.” She rested her head against mine, looking into my eyes. “In a minute I'm going to let you up so you can shower. While you're in there I'll throw something from the freezer into the oven, we'll keep it simple. When you get out it should be ready.”

My arms were around her and her hands were on my face. She was gently rubbing my temples with her thumbs. We were still forehead to forehead, eye to eye. I went to speak but she cut me off.

“One last thing.” Her right hand moved, finger to my lips. “This outfit is surprisingly comfortable. So while you're in the shower, I'll toss something over it. I'm telling you this so that later in the night if you have the energy to make moves, you know I'm still rocking this.”

I kissed her and we hugged each other closer. I was so grateful to have Ophelia in my life. I didn't want to move but I knew it was time.

I stood up, carrying her with me, turning I set her back on the couch. I scooped my clothes off the floor so she didn't have to and stumbled towards the bathroom. The door closed behind me, but I could hear Ophelia humming to herself, starting dinner.

Whatever was to happen later that night, this was the perfect way to start the weekend.