Jill emerges from the airport terminal, her eyes scanning the crowd for Jack, her heart pounding with anticipation. A week away from him was too long.
Her voluptuous curves are hugged by tight yoga pants and a tank top that accentuates her breasts, nipples peaking against the thin fabric.
She strides through the crowd, hips swaying, searching for her husband's captivating smile and broad shoulders.
There. By the Starbucks, one hand casually shoved into the pocket of his favorite shorts. Her pulse leaps as his eyes lock onto hers, crinkling at the corners.
She quickens her pace as Jack pushes off the wall, meeting her halfway. His strong arms envelop her, and she melts into his embrace, breathing in his woodsy scent.
"I've missed you," he murmurs against her hair, his lips brushing her ear.
"Not as much as I've missed you," she whispers, trailing her fingers down his spine.
He shudders, grip tightening around her waist. "Is that so?" His voice drops an octave, laced with desire. "Why don't you show me?"
Arousal pools low in her belly at the smolder in his eyes. She rises onto her tiptoes, lips brushing his. "With pleasure."
Jack's restraint snaps. He claims her mouth in a searing kiss that steals her breath. Jill moans, lost in the feel of him, of his hands roaming her body.
When they finally part, chests heaving, she rests her forehead against his. "Take me home, husband."
A grin spreads across his face as he takes her hand. "As you wish, wife."
They stride out of the airport together, urgency in every step, craving the intimacy of home.
Jack opens the passenger door of his SUV for Jill. She slides into the seat, acutely aware of the heat in his gaze following her every move.
He prowls around to the driver's side and climbs in, turning the key in the ignition. The engine rumbles to life, and he pulls out of the parking lot onto the open road.
Jack navigates through traffic, fingers tight on the steering wheel.
Jill rests a hand on his thigh, fingertips dancing up the inseam of his shorts.
His jaw clenches, knuckles whitening. "Keep that up and we won't make it home."
She leans closer, breath caressing his ear. "Perhaps that's my intention."
Jack growls, the SUV accelerating. Jill smiles, trailing her nails higher, and is rewarded with a strangled groan.
She cups him through the rough fabric, massaging his hardening length.
"Jill," he warns, voice strained.
"Yes, Jack?" Her hand slips beneath the waistband of his shorts, fingers closing around hot, silken flesh.
He jerks, the SUV swerving. "Dammit, woman, you're going to get us killed!" But his protests are half-hearted, arousal evident in the rumble of his voice.
Jill nibbles at his jaw, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. "I can't wait until we get home."
She gives a gentle squeeze. "I need you. Now!"
With a muttered curse, he yanks the wheel, turning into an empty rest stop.
Jill smiles in triumph, desire burning in her veins. At last, she's won her prize. Her prize being the deliciously wicked Jack, coming undone in her hands.
Jack pulls into a spot, tires crunching on gravel, and kills the engine.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, Jill turns to Jack and grabs his wrist.
“Come here,” she commands, pulling him towards her.
Jack follows willingly, excitement evident on his face. “I’m all yours,” he says with a smirk.
Jill straddles his lap and leans in for a deep kiss. Rolling her hips against him, she whispers in his ear, "You love it when I take charge."
Jack groans, gripping her waist and grinding his hard cock against her, eager to please her. "Damn right, I do."
Jill skillfully undoes the buttons of his shirt. Claiming Jack’s mouth once again before trailing kisses down his neck and chest.
Breaking her lips from his skin, she pulls off her own tank top, revealing her toned torso, full breasts, and stiff nipples.