I had the place to myself and my boyfriend at the time was flying back from visiting his parents. I was more than ready to welcome him home. I showered and put on one of his t-shirts and his long socks that went up to my knees and waited for him. I feel asleep on the couch. Two hours passed and I finally heard him at the door. He kissed me and apologized for coming late, his flight had been delayed and his phone was dead. I didn’t care! I jumped up at him wrapping my legs around him. We kissed and things quickly escalated. It had been two long lonely weeks and I was ready for him to make it up to me. He sat on the couch with my legs still wrapped around him every kiss, every nibble (I have a thing for biting earlobes and a mans neck! Meoow) I pushed myself free and stood up. I opened the sliding door. “Are you crazy?” He asked “it’s forty degrees outside!” I giggled taking off the t-shirt I was wearing. It was just me with a red thong and his long socks. It was cold as fuck but I didn’t care. There was something about getting all hot and sweaty and having the cold breeze hit your naked body that just makes it so much more sexier and hot. We went at it for hours until about 2am we stopped to snack on something and rehydrate ourselves. We went at it again until early morning and finally fell asleep while sucking on his cock. It was one night I’ll add to the top of my list. ?