How long had it been since Sara saw her baby? A month? more? She didn't know! It already was too much. Sara was finally enjoying some downtime between the preparations for her next national tour. It had been such a long time since she could sit back and relax and she started to become irritated. Usually, when she was like that, Sara always managed to find a way to unwind. She would eagerly await the evening to spend time with Homelander and the two of them would "connect" in a way that only they knew. She needed sex, that was very obvious. She needed it and he was /not/ available to help her, so it was really bothering her not to be able to have her baby and not to be able to be railed roughly. So she allowed her imagination to run wild. Alone in her office locked twice, Sara had pulled her skirt up and buttoned down her shirt to her sternum.
Her fantasy started with a kiss on her delicate neck after he had pushed away some black strands. She smelled good, as usual. She smelled like fresh roses. Her scent usually drove The Homelander crazy and he couldn’t help but bite slightly at her neck. As he grazed his fangs on her skin and savored the sweet taste of her skin, he became interested in going further down. She was sat on a leather chair, pressed against it and he quickly knelt in front of her. His azure eyes were staring at her black orbs and he grinned widely, baring his fangs at her and smirking seductively. in her fantasy, Sara was reading a book and put it aside to focus her attention on him. His voice was thick with arousal and she understood that he didn’t want to talk about her books with her. He bent forward to kiss her but she put her hand in between them to stop him. She wanted to frustrate him some and make him groan so she pushed his face away and nipped at her bottom lip.
“No John, not your way...”
“Fine! What do you want then?”
He was curious, she was playful. She knew he wanted to pounce on her, possess her like a wild mammal to fulfill his need but she had other plans in mind. She wanted to first lose her mind. Usually when he was almost driven crazy but his natural urges, she would let him undress her and ensure she was wet enough for him before he took her. Sara could easily be turned on, and that night was not any different. from the moment she saw his face, she was starting to get turned on. yet, that night, she wanted to be pampered first. Both of them had been mentally exhausted and frustrated. The boys were wreaking havoc and becoming more of a threat than ever. There had been a whole debacle with Soldier Boy and everything ended up making Sara worried for Homelander. It ended up stressing the fuck out of him too which was the perfect reason for both of them to get together and unwind.
She grinned and pointed with her forefinger down below, to her navel, then a bit further down. Her mischievous gaze met his curious one. He understood what she wanted and slowly started to tear her tank top. He let her feel the cold gloves against her boiling-hot skin, which made her arch her back and shiver slightly. He was between her legs, which since she was in a chair, were naturally spread on each of his sides. He pushed open the fabric so he could have a better view of her lush breasts. His eyes were flashing red light as his excitement with over the top, for he was less and less in total control of his instincts. That tiny little red line he could so easily cross was the only thing that prevented him from lasering her out. He still had control, of course! and anyone else would have been scared but not Sara.
She was turned on even more because she knew how much control he needed right now and how hard he was fighting against the urge to simply take her right here and right there. Her request, at such a moment, was a new challenge for him and she could see, the veins on his arms and neck. Her breath was sharp but she held his blue gaze, to see his very reactions to whatever she might be doing next. He was watching indeed, breathing on her warm inner thigh. Sara rolled her hips and cupped her supple breasts,
“Go on baby..” She breathlessly commanded as she started to knead her large bosom. He watched intently but obeyed her command, he used his hands to push her skirt down her legs. It was painfully slow so she could hear the screeching sound of the pushed fabric. She helped him as she moved her hips upwards so he could remove quickly the fabric as well as her ruined wet panties. Sara smiled at him and curbed a brow as Homelander moistened his lips and wrapped his muscular arms around her toned and thick legs, ready to oblige her request. The scent alone was driving him crazy and he knew that the moment he would venture his tongue down there, the moment he would lose control of himself.
But could he be blamed?
Sara rolled her head as her fantasy took off and she could feel shivers go down her spine. She loved the idea of her Homelander eating her out. She moaned out as her fingers replaced his tongue in reality. She rubbed her folds, felt her wetness coat her fingers, and made it easier for her to slide her fingers in and out of her tight little core. She could feel her toes curl as she went faster inside her hot pussy. She could almost feel as if he was there as if his tongue was tasting her and visiting every crease and crevice inside her warm hot little cunt. Oh, how she wished he was there. How she wished he could fill her up.
She wanted to hear him talk to her, to hear him speak crudely to her ear. She wanted to feel him stretch her little cunt with his tongue, to make her moan his name, which she did as if he was the one making her quiver and lose control. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she closed her legs around her hand. She needed Homelander. She needed him so bad that even though she managed to bring herself to completion. it wasn't the same as if it was him. As she came hard, soaking her chair and her legs with her warm essence. She gasped and shook, her mouth unable to stay close as she needed to moan loudly. Her hand ran through her hair and face. She tasted herself, licking her fingers with eagerness until she finally leaned back into her chair. She was missing her boyfriend and she needed to reach out to him. So she grabbed her phone and tried to call him in hopes he would answer and they could meet again.
Would he answer?
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