Chapter 618 Down Into Her Wetness:>106

• Still, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gratefully accepted the breakfast she'd made for me, chatting as she joined me, thankfully only wanting some coffee, knowing full well how watching her eat those things made my stomach roil. When I left, Sai kissed me out the door, and pulled open her robe to flash her nakedness, grinning widely as she did so, and snapping it shut when I reached out for a friendly feel!
• When I got home that afternoon, Sai was nowhere in sight, and I felt a distinct sense of anti-climax. I'd been unconsciously counting on a replay, or at least a reprise of last night when I got home, the image of her naked, asleep in just stockings playing on my mind all day, intruding on me at odd moments. In just the short time she'd been here she'd filled a great gaping need I didn't know I had, and the experience of her being there when I came in, bouncing up to kiss me and tell me about her day was something I treasured. Now my day felt curiously flat without her being there. I mooched around for a while, being morose, resisting the urge to call her, telling myself that she wasn't handcuffed to me, not believing myself for one second, while worrying about her, feeling incredibly lonely as the whole place echoed with her absence. I hadn't realised just what a difference she'd made to me, or just how much I needed her, until she was gone, even for such a short while. At last I gave in, and was just about to call her when I heard her come in, running up the stairs, to breathlessly kiss me, hard, and dropping the carrier bags she was holding to wrap her legs around me as she kissed me with serious intent.
• Eventually I had to break off, I needed air! Sai was still frantically kissing me all over my face, my lips, wrapping her hands in my hair, like we'd been parted for months instead of only 5 hours or so. At last she let go of me and dropped down to the couch, grinning cheekily, her weight pulling me down next to her. She was wearing fairly modest shorts and flats, and a loose top, but anything she wore looked like an invitation to rip it off her; she looked very fetching, and believe me, I was fetched!