Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Something New

Roseanne POV

Lisa and I had our share of ups and downs in life, in love, and in marriage together. Nothing was perfect or easy, but that was part of what made it worth it – we had to fight for each other, and for what we really wanted from life. Our love, trust, and commitment to each other ran deep.

Our time together replayed through my mind as I waited on the couch in my lingerie. I was lounging back in a reclined pose. My body had been waxed and massaged the day before, in what I hoped was the start to a perfect weekend.

Lisa was on her way home from a business meeting in Los Angeles, having flown back that afternoon. I expected to hear her truck any minute, and thought about how our night would go as I rubbed my smooth, bare calves together. My red toenails twinkled at me and I laughed to myself at how Lisa always called it "throw me down and fuck me red."

Finally, I heard the garage door open, then the rumble of her truck. Though she played the role of businessman during the week, my Lisa was a little rough around the edges. she had the smallest hint of her hometown accent when she was drunk, angry, or really, really horny. It was stronger when she picked up her guitar and played old ballad songs, but entirely gone when she sang just to me, in the quiet dark of our bedroom.

Fancy cars and suits weren't her thing; she liked beer from a bottle and her giant truck. Though she indulged me in my cravings for sushi, she was most comfortable manning the barbecue on our spacious backyard, with our friends surrounding us. she had ink on her body in places only I would ever see or know about, symbols and words that were meaningful to us. To me. For me.

she was everything to me, and I knew she felt the same.

The sound of the garage door brought me from my musings, and I smiled, pushing my chest up and out in anticipation of her turning the corner and seeing me.

Her bags hit the floor and she exhaled loudly. I still couldn't see her yet, and the anticipation was building. When I'd reached my limit and was about to call out to her, she rounded the corner. I sighed and felt complete again. she was back, whole, and all mine.

I couldn't wait to get her naked.

Leaning against the living room entryway, she scanned my body, head to toe, several times before letting out a deep, rumbling hum of approval.

"I sure hope I didn't keep you waiting here long," she said as she walked to me.

"I'd wait forever," I whispered. "I missed you."

Long, rough fingers made their way under the cup of my lingerie, teasing my nipple to a peak.

"I missed you, too, honey. So much."

As she loosened her tie, I took a minute to drink her in. she still had her button-down, fancy collared shirt and tie on, but had changed from her slacks into her dark jeans that she knew I loved. Aside from being naked, they were hands down the sexiest thing she owned. she was half Work Lisa, half My Lili, and I liked the mix. The smell of her spicy cologne lingered when she got closer to me, and I inhaled her in. I wanted to bathe in Lisa, spend weeks loving her and reconnecting now that she was home. Business trips were an unfortunate reality for her, but the separations always did us good, in the long run.

her finger moved from my breast to my collarbone, swirling against my skin. "Any reason I shouldn't throw you over my shoulder and take you to the bedroom for a good, hard, 'Welcome Home' fuck?"

My plans were almost foiled at her words; she knew my every weakness, but I had a plan, damn it, and I was going to stick to it.

"Yeah," I said against her neck. "I have plans for you, baby."