Finally. You text me that you got an apartment.

You open the door. I’m tanned, showered, smelling sweet, blonde, and wearing lacy pretty underwear. You’re tall. Sexy. 4 years older and still have thick brown hair.

You drag me in, shut the door, and slam me against it. You put your hand in my hair, pull it, kiss me hard. You grab me by the hand and drag me to your bed. I’m not protesting.

You push me on the bed. Push my dress up and tear off my panties. You bite up the insides of my thighs. In no time your face is buried in my pussy. You pause to tell me that you’ve missed my smell. My taste.

I can’t take it anymore. You make me come for the first time in person. You dive back in. But I need more. I beg you to stop so I can touch you.

We face each other on our knees. I unbutton your shirt and kiss your neck. You are covered in tattoos. I love it. They are mingled with the scars from what happened to you in Afghanistan. I get your pants unzipped and your cock in my mouth. Youre scarred there too and I’m just so grateful you’re all right and there with me. Your cock is huge. It fills my small mouth. You wrap your hand in my hair and moan as I fill you with pleasure. But I don’t want you to finish

like this.

You flip me on my stomach. Your mouth at the base of my spine. As you kiss up each vertebrae you tell me. You’ve dreamed so long of fucking me. You think about the taste of my pussy in the night. You can’t stop thinking of what it will be like inside me.

So you roll me over. Pillows under my hips. You grab my wrists and slam them above my head. You kiss me hard and enter me hard. I curl my legs around you. You’re big. Really big. And we both gasp as you enter me. Surprising for us both. You look in my eyes as you slam in and out, and we take back what years took away. You bite my neck just hard enough. I let you hurt me because it hurts enough to be hot. It hurts enough to make me even wetter.

You know I like it from behind. And you know what else I like. You pull out and tell me to get on my hands and knees. You tie my wrists to my ankles and I’m utterly exposed. You slam into me and slowly drag out. Then you grab my hips and slam away. Calling me yours. Yours to fuck. Yours to own. Yours to love. You finish. I already did.

You untie me and pull me into your arms. I trace your tattoos and scars. You trace my tattoos. You stroke my hair. We spend the next few minutes loving. Touching. Kissing softly.

When im home I discover the marks of your love bites. In the shower I read your text.

Next time. Before anything else. Over your knee. Slide off my panties. And spank me so hard because I’m yours.

And how you smell my perfume in your bed. And how next time. You’ll take all your time on me.