I blew out a long breath and picked up my drink. I took a slow sip and forced myself to smile. “Tell me about the SEALs.”
“Not much to tell,” he said. “I go where they send me and do what I’m ordered to do.”
“Do you like it?”
“Most of the time.”
“Do you ever miss home?” I asked
He fixed his eyes on mine. “Sometimes.”
“What do you miss most?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You. I miss you every minute of every day.”
“I miss you, too.” I got up from the table and held out my hand. “Will you make love to me, Shane, like you used to?”
Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. It was like taking a walk back in time.
CHAPTER 14: Annabel
Shane led me into his room and closed the door, which was odd because we were the only living souls in the house other than the dog. Maybe he wanted to keep the ghosts of his parents out of the room. Or at least not disturb them with our humanly grunts and moans. He sat on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of him. He switched on the lamp on the nightstand and the room was bathed in the dusty yellow glow of the old bulb. I reached out and brushed my fingertips down his cheek.
“So, yo
u really missed me?” I asked.
“More than you’ll ever know,” he said as his fingers moved to my waist. He pulled me to him and pressed his face between my breasts. His hands slid around to my ass. His strong fingers clutched at my ass, pulling me even closer. He looked up and smiled. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes. More than you’ll ever know.”
“Show me,” he said, letting go of my ass and leaning back on his elbows. “Take your clothes off. Let me look at the grownup you… sexy…”
I glanced down at the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. It made me swallow hard. I could feel the hot juices soaking my panties. I was wearing a pink scrub shirt and scrub pants that had little cartoon pups and kittens on them, and a pair of pink Crocs. My hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and what little makeup I’d applied early that morning had long since worn away. Sexy, was not a word I would use to describe my appearance. But if the size of Shane’s cock pushing against the front of his jeans was any indication, it was doing the trick for him.
I pulled the scrunchee out of my ponytail and let my long hair fall around my shoulders. I tugged the scrub shirt over my head. I was wearing a black sports bra that compressed my tits like a sausage casing. The last time Shane saw my tits they were barely there. I got my boobs a year after he left home. It was like Shane was leaving and I needed something to play with, so my body gave me boobs. The timing sucked, but now I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he got a gander at them today.
“When did you get boobs?” he asked playfully.
“After you left,” I said, hooking my fingers in the sports back to pull it out and over my big tits and over my head. My boobs bounced on my chest, like large honey-colored melons with dark areolas and plump nipples. Shane’s expression was priceless. He licked his lips as he watched me cup my boobs in my hands. He sucked in a quick breath when I took my nipples between two fingers and game them a squeeze.
“You like?” I asked.
“Very much.” He nodded at the scrub pants. “Show me more.”
“You’re gonna love this,” I said with a smile as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of the scrub pants and panties and pushed them down over my legs. I stepped out of the Crocs and kicked my clothes and shoes to the side.
“My, my…” Shane said, the low light bouncing in his eyes as he stared at my shaved pussy. “So, you got boobs and lost your pussy hair while I was away.”
“Something like that,” I said, sliding my fingers from my tits to my pussy. I used a finger on each side to pull back the hood of my clit. “I just hate it when hair gets in the way. Don’t you?”
“I do,” Shane said as he watched my fingers dip down into my already sopping wet pussy. I slid a finger in all the way to the knuckle, then held it out to him. “Want a taste?”
Shane leaned up and wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked it dry. Just watching his lips move up and down my finger was enough to make me cum on the spot. I was rubbing my clit with my free hand. I felt the orgasm hit quickly, shuddering through me, making me moan. I could smell the pungent aroma of the juices oozing from my cunt.