Amy waited anxiously at the arrivals gate, her heart pounding. Three long weeks without Mark had been torture. When he finally walked through the doors, looking tired but so damn handsome, she practically sprinted into his arms.

Their kiss was immediate and fierce — deep, hungry, tongues sliding together as months of separation poured out. Mark’s hands roamed down her back, squeezing her ass possessively while people flowed around them.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered against her lips.

They held hands the entire way through the terminal, fingers laced tightly, stealing kisses and glances. At baggage claim, Mark stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his body. Amy smiled as she felt the unmistakable hard press of his growing erection against her ass.

She tilted her head back and whispered, “I’m not wearing any panties under this little tennis skirt.”

Mark groaned softly and tightened his arms around her. They both laughed, the playful energy crackling between them.

On the walk to the parking garage, Mark kept swatting playfully at the hem of her short skirt, trying to catch a glimpse underneath. Amy squealed and dodged, swatting his hands away in their little game of naughty tag. Their laughter echoed through the garage as they finally reached the car.

The moment the doors closed, the mood shifted from playful to electric.

Amy started driving, but Mark’s hand immediately slid under her skirt, stroking her bare, already-wet pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, teasing her clit with slow circles.

She reached over and rubbed the thick bulge in his jeans, squeezing him through the fabric. Mark groaned and slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly while she tried to focus on the road. The car filled with soft moans and heavy breathing. Their hands roamed freely — his pinching her nipples through her top, hers stroking his cock through his pants — keeping each other right on the edge, but never pushing over.

The playful energy slowly melted into raw need. Amy unzipped his pants with one hand, struggling while driving. She laughed breathlessly. “I can’t get it out like this. Take your cock out for me, baby.”

Mark quickly pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his thick, hard cock. It stood tall and throbbing. Amy wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him slowly, twisting her hand over the head as she drove.

Mark fingered her deeper, curling against her G-spot, making her whimper. The car swerved slightly.

“Eyes on the road,” he said, voice strained. “Play with your pussy for me. Let me watch.”

Amy obeyed, sliding her fingers down to rub her swollen clit while Mark stroked his own cock, eyes locked on her. He sat there with his pants around his ankles, completely exposed, glancing over at her every few seconds. The playful teasing was gone. Only desperate, aching need remained.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, they were both trembling with lust.

The front door had barely clicked shut before their control snapped.

Mark spun Amy around and slammed her back against the door, kissing her like a man starved. Their mouths crashed together, tongues urgent and messy. His hands were everywhere — yanking her tennis skirt up to her waist, groping her bare ass, squeezing her breasts through her thin top.

“Fuck, I need you right now,” he growled.

He dropped to his knees, shoved her thighs apart, and buried his face in her dripping pussy. His tongue licked long and desperate through her folds, sucking her swollen clit hard while two thick fingers plunged deep inside her. Amy moaned loudly, gripping his hair, hips grinding against his mouth. Within minutes her legs started shaking and she came hard on his tongue, crying out his name as fresh wetness flooded his chin.

Mark stood up, eyes wild with lust. He spun her around and bent her over. Amy found support on the third step just as he freed his throbbing cock and thrust into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke. They both groaned loudly at the feeling of him filling her completely.

He fucked her hard with reckless abandon, one hand gripping her hip, the others fingers digging into her ass cheek. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the hallway. Amy pushed back against him, desperate for every inch.

Mark’s thrusts grew harder, Amy was pushing back to meet him. After a few intense minutes, Amy lost her balance and her arms buckled. Mark slid out, caught her and spun her around. They stumbled up two steps, laughing briefly at their clumsy desperation. He sat her on the edge of a stair, her back against the next step up, and knelt between her spread legs.

This new angle was even more uncomfortable — the edge of the stair digging into her back, her legs spread wide on the narrow steps — but neither of them cared. Mark’s was positioned perfectly to enter her. He hooked her legs over his arms and drove back inside her, fucking her deep and passionate. Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked, breathing each other’s moans.

Amy’s hands roamed over his back, nails digging in as he thrust harder. The awkwardness only made it hotter — the slight discomfort mixing with overwhelming pleasure. Mark’s cock hit her G-spot perfectly with every stroke. She came again, clenching tightly around him, gasping into his mouth.

“I’m so close,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers.

“I want to feel it inside me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Cum, baby!.”

Mark’s thrusts grew erratic and deep. With a long, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed deep inside her, spurt after spurt as he kept thrusting slowly through his orgasm. Amy held him tight, kissing him tenderly while his cock twitched inside her, his cum already starting to leak out.

They stayed like that for a long moment — sweaty, breathing hard, tangled awkwardly on the stairs with his cock still buried inside her.

Mark kissed her softly, brushing hair from her face. “I missed you so much.”

Amy smiled, squeezing around him. “Welcome home, baby.”

She kissed him again, slow and deep, already knowing they wouldn’t make it to the bedroom anytime soon.

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