Requests are OPEN. I made something similar to this, only difference is that Richard was just gone for a day - check it out here.
Warnings: Richard smut, nothing too nasty
Richard has been gone for 4 months, 6 days, and 12 hours. Not that you were counting or anything. Richard had warned you about him going away for tour and back then you thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Well, now you were beginning to eat your words. This was the longest you've been without the Dominican and it was taking its toll. Every night you would grab a shirt or jacket of Richard's and slid it on, making a mental note to model in one of them for him. You couldn't wait till he got home.
Only one week left till he's home.
You kept this thought in your head. He would be home and you could show him how much you missed him. Not only did you miss the sex but you miss his general presence. You wanted nothing more than to slip on an oversized shirt of his and snuggle into his well-muscled chest.
You busied yourself all day by cleaning, watching tv, and scrolling through social media. When night finally came, you stripped down, leaving on one of his shirts and a pair of panties, and climb into bed, sitting up against the headboard. Your phone rang and you quickly grab it, seeing Richard's face pop up on the screen. You quickly accept the call and can't stop the smile from spreading across your face.
"Hey baby," his voice comes through the speaker.
"Hey Richard," you reply.
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm doing okay, I really miss you though..."
"I know. I miss you too baby. Only one more week then I'm there with you. You can be a good girl and wait just a little more, can't you?"
"Of course papi, I've been a good girl," your tone changes to a more proactive one.
You hear Richard groan and you feel your body respond, a rush of heat floods to your core.
"Fuck! I wish I was there baby. I'd take care of you, make you mine. Let the world see who you belong to." Now it was your turn to moan. You know him well enough that when he gets home next week, he'll cripple you in bed. And you'll enjoy every second of it.
"Papi," you draw out the word in a long whine. The hand not holding the phone is slowly making its way down to your core. You let your fingers slid past the lacey fabric of your underwear and slid through your slick folds.
"Nena, I hope you're not touching yourself," his voice held an air of dominance, dropping down an octave. "You're not supposed to be touching yourself unless I say you can. Only good girls get to cum, cariño."
You reluctantly pull your hand away from aching clit and reply in a whiny tone, "Richard that's not fair! You can't call me and rile me up and tell me not to touch myself."
"Oh baby, I can and I will." He replies. You can practically hear the smirk on his lips. You groan and throw your head back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. "God, when I get home nena, you're not going to be able to walk right for a week. Or two. I haven't decided yet." All you can do is moan in reply, your walls clutching around nothing.
This continued for almost half an hour, Richard telling you everything he was going to do to you and your pussy. Towards the end, he said he had a surprise for you. By the time he hung up the call, you were gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were white and your pussy was aching for any sort of contact. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down so you could sleep. He didn't even have to be near you or touch you to get you where he wanted. When your head finally cleared, you relaxed into the welcoming mattress and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up with a dull throbbing between your legs and you groan in frustration. Damn Richard and his way with words. You finally drag yourself out of bed and do your morning routine. It took every ounce of willpower for you to not use the showerhead and give your body the relief it ached for, knowing when Richard comes home it'll be much more worth it.
By noon your bored out of your mind and scrolling aimlessly through your social media in an old shirt, shorts, and no bra. You decide to make yourself something to eat, leaving your phone on the coffee table. You grab all the ingredients and prepare to make your lunch when your phone begins to ring. You listen to the ringtone and realize it's Richard's. Why was he calling you in the middle of the day? Did something happen to him? Is he okay? Thoughts begin to flood your mind as you approach your buzzing phone, quickly hitting accept and putting the phone to your ear. "Hello? Richard?"
"Hey baby, glad you picked up! There's a surprise at the door," as if on cue, there was a single knock. Your heart skipped a beat and you slowly made your way towards the door. You open the door and there stood Richard, the biggest grin on his face. You stood there for a moment, unable to comprehend that he was actually standing in front of you. When you snapped out of your daze you launched yourself at him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck.
He quickly wraps his hands around your body, keeping you as close to him as possible. He walks into the apartment and closes the door with his foot. You pull your head back and slam your lips against his. He eagerly returns the kiss with just as much passion and fire. He walks forward and you feel the coldness of the wall against your back. When you pull apart, you see his eyes darken and you grin. "I missed you nena. Were you a good girl while I was away?"
You smile innocently and nod. "Of course papi," you reply. He readjusts you and walks to your shared bedroom. He tosses you down onto the bed, quickly straddling your waist and pinning your hands above your head. He leans down and begins to mark your neck, leaving hickeys on your sweet spot. You begin to weaken beneath him, squirming. You feel him hardening in his pants and you moan. "Richard, please, I need you to fuck me."
You feel him stop and pull away. He looks down at you and raises a brow. "Were you really a good girl or do I need to punish you?" You feel small under his gaze, letting out a whimper as he grinds against your core.
"I promise, I was a good girl. I didn't touch myself once....." There was truth behind your words. You didn't touch yourself once. He must've heard the truth because he stands up and makes quick work of his clothes, telling you to do the same.
Once you were both naked he strokes himself and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You gladly follow his request, leaning your lower half down and raising your ass in the air, gently swaying your hips to provoke him. It works. The bed dips behind you and a sudden slap to your ass cheek echoes throughout the room. You moan and feel his hands grip your hips, his tip teasing your folds.
"So wet, are we?" He grips his dick aligns himself with your entrance. When you don't answer him, he delivers another slap to your ass. You give him a quick 'yes' and he smirks, pushing himself in. You moan at the stretch of your walls. Not having anything inside you has made you sensitive. He set a steady pace, giving you the pleasure you both crave and slowly bringing you closer to the edge.
You're gripping the sheets as you feel every inch of Richard's dick dragging against your walls. Soon this pace he has set isn't enough. You needed more. "Richard, more." He leans over you and his hot breath fans over your neck.
"What do you say?" He growls against your ear, sending goosebumps over your body. He thrusts once and stopped, buried balls deep inside you.
"Pleaseeeee," you draw out the plea. He grunts and pulls all the way out and slams himself back in, setting a fast, hard pace. His hands tightly gripping your waist, leaving fingerprint-sized bruises. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the bedroom, joining in with your moans and groans.
Richard's groans are getting more frequent and deeper, a sure sign he's close. You clench around him, moaning his name over and over, driving him crazy. "I'm so c-close, papi," you stutter, trying to catch your breath - a difficult task as with every thrust, Richard drives the breath from your body.
"Y-yeah, me too baby," he drops his head against your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy. One of his hands travels down and quickly finds your clit, rubbing quick circles and you lose control. You moan out his name and cum around him, squeezing his dick tightly. He groans and releases moments after you, shooting his load deep within your wanting body.
You both collapse and the sound of panting is the only sound heard in the room. You turn and face Richard, smiling and trailing a hand against his chest. "Hey Richard," you look up into his eyes. He hums and opens his eyes, looking into yours and noticing something within your look. "I can still walk...." He huffs and laughs, you join him. He pulls you close,
"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to."
