Chapter 4 He's Home

Amanda

I grasped the bedsheets, my back arching, legs shaking, breath shaky. Holding my vibrator right against my clit, I squeezed my eyes closed and imagined Ryan here with me, his fingers rubbing small, torturous circles around my clit, his breath in my ear, his stubble tickling my neck.

All those small sensations that I missed for the last ten months he'd been gone in the military.

Pressure rose in my core, and I let out a soft moan, pinching my nipple between my fingers. God, I wanted nothing more than for him to come home, for him to rip off his uniform, toss me onto the bed, and make sweet love to me.

Higher and higher, I felt myself about to tip over the edge. So close. So fucking close. My toes curled, and-

Someone knocked on the front door. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, trying to ignore the knock and to lose myself in more distant memories of him. His crew-cut dark brown hair, those even darker brown eyes staring down at me as he pumped into me slowly.

"Fuck," I whispered.

When the person at the door continued to knock, I tossed my vibrator aside-the sound killing the mood. I'd never come like this. Whoever was there'd better have a good fucking reason for knocking at eight p.m. because I was a few moments away from losing it.

After quickly putting the vibrator on the dresser and pulling on some shorts, I hurried to the front door. Damn whoever this was. I just wanted a simple, easy night. It had been getting harder and harder to cope without him. I missed him so damn much.

I pulled the door open. "I'm bu-" My eyes widened, and I nearly doubled over. "Oh my God," I whispered, overcome with so much emotion. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head.

Ryan stood at my front door, dressed in his military uniform with a huge grin. He held out his arms, and I couldn't stop myself from jumping up into them, wrapping my legs around his waist, and burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Ryan," I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek. "What are you doing here?"

He wrapped his strong arms around me, his biceps flexing against my abdomen, and pressed his lips on mine. "I can't visit my fiancée?" he asked, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth softly.

But I couldn't believe it. Last time we talked, he said that they wouldn't let him come back home for at least a few more months. How ... Why was he back so soon? I shook my head, deciding that I didn't care. All I cared about was that he was finally back with me.

"Have you been thinking about me?" he asked, slipping his hands to my ass and giving it a good squeeze.

I could feel his hardness growing against my pussy, and I inhaled the cheap cologne he must've picked up from the airport.

I gnawed on my bottom lip and nodded, unable to suppress the growing ache in my core. I needed Ryan. I wanted to feel him thrusting himself into my pussy. I wanted to feel his hot, sloppy mouth move down my body, his tongue around my nipples, and his teeth nibbling on my lower lip, him inside of me, pumping in and out slowly until he was coming.

Kicking the door shut behind us, he walked with me in his arms toward the bedroom, his lips on my neck, sucking softly. "I've been thinking about you every fucking night," he mumbled against my skin, depositing me down on the bed. "Couldn't fucking wait to be with you again."

I giggled into his neck, clenching as he placed me down in the center of my bed. Wrapping one hand around my ankle, he pulled me toward the edge of the bed and ground his hips against mine, making me feel just how hard he was for me. I closed my eyes softly and moaned, wetness pooling between my legs.

He grasped my jaw and forced me to look up at him. "Watch me, Amanda," he whispered.

I clenched and watched him unbutton his uniform, all that thick muscle from months of training glowing under the moonlight. I pushed a hand between my legs and teased my clit, trying to hold myself back. But, God, he'd gotten even sexier over these past ten months.

He pulled off his top and tossed it to the side. I sat up and ran my fingers down his thick abdomen, down his V-line, and grabbed his belt, undoing it and thrusting my hand into his pants. My pussy clenched even harder when I grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly.

"God, Ryan, I've missed you. All of you," I whispered.

Fingers rubbing against my shorts, he reached behind himself to grab the vibrator on the dresser. "So, this is why you didn't answer the door for me," he said, turning it on. He placed it against my clit and let it send vibrations through me.

I stared up at him, brows furrowed together, lips parted slightly. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off him, needing him now. He pressed the vibrator harder into me and pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, tugging on it harshly.

"Ryan," I breathed.

After he pushed it lower, he thrust it into me. My pussy clenched around it as he moved it in and out slowly and smirked at me. "Do you know how fucking sexy you sound, moaning my name?"

"I need you, Ryan," I moaned. "Please, I've been waiting months."

"I want to play with you first, Amanda. Let me touch you in all the ways I've been thinking about every night we were able to talk."

I looked at him with wide eyes, nodding my head, another rush of heat in my core. He turned the vibrator up higher and began to thrust it into me quicker, yet all I could imagine was his big cock thrusting in and out of my tight little pussy.

"How do you like that, Amanda?" he asked, his nose trailing up the side of my neck. He pinched my nipple harder and sucked on my skin harshly, definitely leaving a mark.

"I love it," I breathed out, the pressure rising in my core.

He pushed me back down on the bed, his mouth making its way down my body until it reached my breast. He pulled off my shirt and sucked one nipple inside his mouth. I leaned my head back and let out another moan.

He slid the vibrator out of me, and I felt my wet juices on it as he rubbed it on my clit. He rubbed it hard and fast. Unable to hold back, I pulled him into another hot kiss, our tongues tangling with each other.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, letting him poke against my entrance. He pushed himself closer, so that his tip was grazing against my pussy.

"Tell me you want it, Amanda." He sucked on my bottom lip again, and my pussy pulsed. "Tell me all you want is me, all you've been thinking about is me, that you've been touching this pussy, imagining that it was me inside of you, filling up your tight little cunt."

A wave of pleasure rushed to my core. "I need you, Ryan."

He entered me slowly, and I clenched around him as he filled me up. He slowly thrust in and out of me, each thrust long and steady. I moaned into his mouth, pressing my lips harder to his.

"I want more.... more, please."

He kissed down my neck, quickening his pace and starting to pound into me. I threw my head back as I felt the pressure build up inside of me, just from the mere feeling of my fiancé being inside of me after ten months of a measly vibrator.

Intertwining my fingers with his, he pinned them on either side of my head and continued to thrust into me, his lips moving down the side of my neck again, his stubble tickling my skin.

He sat up, pulled me on top of him so we were in a lotus position, and thrust himself back up into me, kissing me softly. My breasts bounced against his bare, muscular chest, my hands resting on his broad shoulders, and I could feel the pressure building up, about to tip me over the edge.

"I want you to come inside of me, Ryan," I mumbled against his lips. "Fill up my tight little pussy, make me yours, let me come on you."

He groaned into my ear and started to thrust harder and faster into me. His arms wrapped tightly around my body, hugging me to his chest. Then, he suddenly stilled and groaned even louder inside my ear.

I moaned, throwing my head back, and came hard on his cock, my body trembling in his hands. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned out again.

He laid me back on the bed and placed his lips on mine. "I've missed you, Amy."