They entered the house and Madison took his hand, leading him to her bedroom. She shut the door behind him and then pinned him up against the door with a loud ‘thump’. He grabbed her by the head, pulling her into him, kissing her with a hard desperation that she returned ardently. Tongues fenced and they reveled in the feel of each other. His erection pressed her belly insistently.

She pulled him to the bed, sitting down on the edge and bending to engulf his cock into her mouth. She took it as deeply as she could, gagging a little which caused him to groan.

Coming up for air, she murmured, “God you have a nice cock. I love this cock,” before swallowing it again. She sucked him enthusiastically until he pulled her head off of him.

“Stop or I’m going to cum and I want to cum in your pussy,” he growled.

He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, pulling her legs apart.

“Fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me,” she panted.

He slammed himself into her. She was quite wet from the long afternoon of teasing but he was big and that caused a spark of delicious pain as he split her open.

“Oh God, you’re big,” she moaned.

He buried himself, pulling her legs further apart so he could get as deep as humanly possible.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she cried as he started thrusting.

Their skin made wet slapping sounds as they ground into each other.

“You’re so tight, I can’t hold it,” he groaned.

“Cum, oh cum in me,” she begged.

He filled her with a shudder and a loud, guttural, moan. Knowing he was cumming sent her over the edge and she came too with little sobbing moans. He kept thrusting until eventually his cock softened to the point of falling out of her.

He collapsed on top of her and she giggled as he caught his breath.

“That was almost worth the wait,” she said.

“Almost?” he laughed.

“Well, ten years is a long time,” she teased.

He rolled off of her and she sighed. He had been a gentleman and held most of his weight off her, but he was still a solid man and she was petite. They lay, facing one another, smiling and talking about nonsense. She traced his long scar with a finger.

“This looks like it was bad,” she said, seriously.

“It actually looks a lot worse than it was. I was pretty lucky.”

“What happened? Unless you’d rather not say…”

“No, its OK,” he said. “I, uh, was in command of a Stryker Troop in the 2nd Cavalry Regiment in Afghanistan. We took a hit from an RPG and it set off some stored ammo in the troop compartment.”

“I…uh…don’t know what that means,” she said quietly.

He smiled. “Sorry. A Stryker is a sort of armored car. It looks like a tank, but it’s not. Its got thinner armor and a smaller gun and it carries troopers…soldiers. Cavalrymen are called ‘troopers’. It carries four more troopers than the Bradley does so the brass likes it for getting larger numbers of troopers on the field, but it’s not as well protected so you have to use them more conservatively. Which they don’t. So we were mounted, riding, hell bent for leather when we should have been dismounted and moving more cautiously. We took an RPG round, that means Rocket Propelled Grenade, it’s an anti-armor weapon. It made it around the cage and hit on the troop compartment. I was in the turret and shielded from the worst of it, but we think it set off a LAW round, that’s another type of anti-armor weapon, one of the troopers was carrying and it just shredded the vehicle. A piece of shrapnel sliced me open from waist to jaw, but it was mostly superficial. I was luckier than most of my men, but we were able to get four guys out more-or-less safely.”

He saw her eyes were wet.

“Hey,” he said, stroking her hair. “It’s OK.”

“Is that what you’re working on? A better, what did you call it?”

“Stryker. Sort of. I honestly can’t tell you, but more-or-less yes. A better option.”

“I can see why that’s important to you. It makes me feel like what I do is…”

“Stop,” he said. “It’s not a contest. Besides, you don’t know how much cred I’ve earned over the years being able to say I knew you.”

She snorted and they both laughed.

“I never forgot you, you know,” she said, looking at him. “Like I wasn’t pining for you or anything, but I never forgot you either.”

“The same,” he agreed. He barked a laugh. “Deciding whether or not to come here, I kept thinking of that old song about the fool, you know?”

“What a Fool Believes,” she said. “Yeah. Would it be pathetic to admit I did too?”

“No it would be a relief,” he chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t try anything with me that night,” she laughed. “I totally would have done you, you know.”

“Argh woman, you don’t know how many times I beat myself up over that,” he laughed with her.

She leaned over and started licking along his scar.

“All that and she’s kinky too…” he smiled.

“I won’t call you daddy, but you can spank me if you want,” she said, licking further up his torso.

He rolled on top of her and they kissed. He was already hard again but they took their time, exploring each other now that the urgency of the first fuck had burned itself out. He was an explorer, desiring to learn as much about her as he could and she was happy to let him, guiding him.

They spent the night together for the second time in their lives, but unlike the first, this time they didn’t get much sleep.