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When I saw him step off the bus, I was awestruck. He looked just like he did when he had left, except now, he was rugged and tough. His skin was tan and his face was sharp with a few days growth. From what I could see of his arm that was exposed, he was more muscular than before as well. I watched him as he walked in a single file line from the bus to the waiting area where all the families and myself were told to wait. When he got past the line, I charged at him. I weaved through the crowd and cut corners fast, until at last, I smashed myself into his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up a little too easily. I wrapped my legs around him and tightened my grip around his shoulders. I sunk my face into his shoulder and fought back the tears. 22 months was a long time to wait to see your fiancé. Aidan had left almost 2 years ago for Iraq. That day ranks up on the high end of my list of ‘the worst days of my life’. Now, here he was. As far as I know, he was totally fine and healthy. I didn’t want to let him go. I liked feeling him here.
“Hey, honey.” His voice was rough, yet quiet.
“Hey.” I said back.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I pulled my head back from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. The usual light blue was darker. He looked, determined and urgent.
“Is everything OK?”
“Oh, yeah. I just really want to get out of here.” I suddenly realized what that darkness was. Heat. It had been so long since I had seen him or even been sexually stimulated at all, that I didn’t even recognize the look of desire on a man’s face. Suddenly, I was consumed with heat.
“Ok. Let’s go.” I detached myself from his body, but not before noticing the bulge in the front of his pants as I slid down. I walked in front of him and he followed like good soldiers do.
We made our way out to the car and he put his luggage in the trunk. He sat down in the passenger side of the mustang with a grunt. I came around to the driver side and sat down.
“Do you want the top down?” I playfully teased.
“No, lets just get home as soon as possible.” He responded so seriously, I was almost scared.
“Okay.” I nodded and turned the key.
Minutes later, we were coasting down the highway a little faster than the speed limit sign told us to. As we drove, I kept feeling him look at me. Finally, I turned to him. His eyes were heavy and hot on my skin. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was already making love to me. And we weren’t even home yet…or naked yet.
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.
“I’m thinking that 22 months is an awful long time to go without being able to touch my future wife.” With that, he reached out and touched my bare leg. My shorts had bunched up high on my thigh and he took advantage of the situation. He stroked his hand higher and higher. Then, he let his hand run down my leg to my knee and then back up to my thigh.
“You’re right.” I manage to stutter out after a series of halted breaths. “22 months is a really long time.” I want to close my eyes and give in to the sensations, but I don’t want to take us off the road.
Aidan leans over and kisses my bare arm. I feel the scratch of his stubbled face and it feels like fire on my skin. I take a deep breath and wiggle in my seat as I feel the hot spot between my legs tremble.
“For 22 months, I’ve done nothing but fantasize about you, Kendall.” He says. “I have been dying to touch you…” He traces his fingertips up my leg, up my side and then to my breast. “…feel you…” he squeezes my breasts lightly and he quickly gives my nipple a pinch. “…taste you…” he brings his mouth to my ear and lightly bites down.
“God, baby. You are going to make me have to pull the car over before we even get home.” I look over at him and smile. I can see the bulge in his pants again and it gives me a sudden surge of confidence. I tilt my head to the side and slowly slide down the strap of my shirt. It falls past my shoulders and I to him.
“Why not?” I play with him. I bite my lip and pull more of my shirt down. I want him to get an eye full before we do anything.
“I’m a desperate man…” He bites my neck then. “Pull the car over.” He says it like he’s giving me an order. I grow wet because of his tone. I pull the car over in the first decent shoulder of deserted highway.
He opens his side of the car and gets out. He walks to the back of the car.
“Pop the trunk and get out.” I do as I am told. I walk to the back of the car and watch as he pulls out a green blanket.
“What is that for?”
“You.” He walks over and lays the blanket down on the ground by some bushes just out of view of anyone who might drive by. “Get on the ground…wait.” He comes over to me and kisses me deeply. I feel his hot lips on mine for the first time in almost 2 years. The sensation is enough to make me cum right now, but I don’t. I lean into him and feel as if I am about to melt. Before I know it, I am being laid down on the blanket. He takes off my shirt and finds my breasts with his mouth. He moves lower to my shorts and takes them off too. When he looks down at my thong, he laughs. I look down and remember that I am wearing the underwear I bought specially for his homecoming. They have little rhinestones that spell out “Welcome Home”. “Cute.” He says. “But they have to go.” He slides them off and then I am laying completely exposed in front of him. I am ready for his clothes to come off now, but he has other plans.
He drops his face between my legs and then I feel his hot tongue drag along my pussy. He darts it over my clit and then down my slit again. I writhe under him as he tastes me. I feel his breath and I hear his moans as he eats me. I am about to cum and grab the back of his head to hold him there. Then, he sucks hard. I buck into his face and I cum. I feel hot liquid heat pour out of me and I hear him taking in every last drop. As my hips continue to rise and fall, the first wave of my orgasm subsides.
He leaves my pussy and works his way up my body. I grab the hem of his shirt and tear it off over his head. I see the masterpiece that he is and it all comes back to me. I take in his chest and stomach, both of which are the picture of perfection. I can’t take it anymore, I start to unfasten his pants. He leans over into my ear and starts talking.
“I love it when you cum in my mouth…it tastes so good…it feels so good…I want to feel you around me baby…” He mumbles the words as he bites my neck.
Finally, I get his pants undone and slide my hand into his boxers. I feel the long, thick shaft and feel myself shake all over. I know it will hurt. Its been almost 2 years since I had anything inside of me. I’m practically a virgin again, but at this point, the pain doesn’t scare me. I just want him. I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter again everytime I stroke him.
I hear him moan as I move faster and faster.
The pain eventually gives way to pleasure and I feel my pussy start to convulse again. “Oh, shit!” I cry out. My pussy suddenly throbs and milks his cock. Through my own orgasm, I hear his cry. Then, I feel him explode inside of me. A pool of heat surges through me and I cum again.
In the minutes that follow, he and I lay on the ground outside in the sun. An occasional car drives by and we don’t care. Finally, he looks up at me.
“What is today?”
“Wednesday.” I answer almost sleepily.
“Do we have anything to do today?”
“Let’s get married.”
“What?” I look into his bright blue eyes and realize that he is not joking.
“Let’s go to the courthouse, make it official and then go consummate this thing 75 times over.”
“That is the best idea I have ever heard.” I nod and smile up at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” With that, we slowly get up, get our clothes on and pack up the blanket, then we go into the first town we hit and find the courthouse.
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Location: A Public place | Roleplay: Military
Fulfillment: I will tell you later | Nature: Romantic