“This discussion isn’t over.” I inhale his scent, my clit tightens, and I kiss his neck.
He chuckles the way he does when he thinks he’s won an argument. “I’ll do a few tours, make a few bucks, then find something in the civvy line of work.”
It sounds so easy but he’s talking about years of us being apart. I could barely handle him gone for a week. Maybe I’d be more open to him reenlisting if I’d had some warning. This change is too immediate. In the nine months I’ve known him, he’s never mentioned reenlisting, so why now? When we’re expecting our first child?
He opens the swinging door of the outside shower and drops me onto my feet on the tiled floor. Overhead, angry dark clouds gather and thunder rumbles in the distance. Quickly, I start the water so it will be heated while Lucky drops his shorts.
His cock swells at my gaze and points to me, zooming in on what it wants. Quickly, I remove my sleepshirt and undies. We hold hands and stare for a moment. Maybe, if I love him hard enough, he’ll forget about reenlisting and want to stay.
I grab his hand and pull him under the shower. Water dripping over both of us, I wrap my arms around him and reach my lips to his. I kiss him with all the love I have, pouring into him the sadness and longing of the last two weeks.
He groans and digs his hands into my hair, holding me as the impatient tip of his length pokes. I squirm, reach, and pump the soap dispenser. Hands slick, I rub his chest in small circles. Then, step back so more of the water reaches him.
He plays with the controls and I squeal because the first jets out the side are cold. While he laughs, I turn him, and soap his large, muscled back. Every inch of my man is so damn beautiful, even the scars. Slowly, I clean him completely, slapping his hands away when he tries to reciprocate.
This is my time to love him and he lets me have my way. The muscles of his buttocks twitch when my palm glides over them. My clit swells, waiting for the iron control he’ll use to pump into me and make me whole.
I kiss the middle of his back, his side, then drop to my knees in front of him. Before I take him in my mouth, I glance up and catch his gaze. He’s so full of love, of intensity, I need to take in air to go on. Eyes on him, I flick my tongue on his tip and his mouth drops open.
When my fingers wrap around his base, his eyes roll up into his head. “Luv…”
Totally into him, I take as much of him as I can, hollow my cheeks, and suck. At his sharp gasp, I take more.
He pushes into my mouth and grabs my hair so I hold him a little tighter and pump. My other hand fondles his balls the way he loves most. At that, he moves faster and I suck harder as he thrusts. My large boobs bounce with sensitive nipples rubbing against his thighs. Holy shit, I’m about to cum and he hasn’t even touched me.
Suddenly, he puts a finger into my mouth, I unlatch, and he pulls out. I’m lifted onto my feet, he places my hands on the walls, and enters me fully.
Oh my God. I cum, I shudder, I cry out, and still there’s more.
He pumps, thrusts, holds my waists as he grunts and pants. When I grow weak, his strong arms hold me. Then, with a primal shout, he releases.
Overwhelmed with emotion, my tears mix with water. Gentler now, he finishes off into the echoes of my spasms. Neither of us move, spooned together, joined physically and spiritually.
Lightning strikes nearby but the intensity is nothing compared to what we shared. When reality returns, he pulls out and turns me.
Our eyes meet and they say all. We love each other. We’ll figure this out. We have to.
