vibrations through me, making me almost cum again. His cock pulsed in my hand.
“Get on top of me now,” he said. Just like the first time.”
I smiled and gave his cock one last kiss, then turned around and positioned my pussy above him. Shane held his cock steady as I lowered myself onto his long staff. The round head slid in easily, I was so wet. My pussy spread and then closed around it like it was giving him a welcome hug.
“Are you having déjà vu?” I asked as I let his cock impale me fully. I could feel him deep inside me, from my cunt to my throat. I pressed my palms into his chest and started working my hips back and forth.
“It’s even better now,” he said, his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down. “Now we know what we’re doing.”
“Yes…” I moaned. “We certainly… do…”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. Shane’s cock slid deep inside me, then slid slowly out and slid in deep again. I watched his face as I milked him with my pussy. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. His breath was getting heavier with every stroke. I was so grateful I had caught up to him before he left again. I was so happy. I knew in my heart that I would never let him leave me again without promising to return soon.
“Fuck… I’m getting… close…” he moaned. Even with the air conditioner running on high and the cold air coming from the vents in the roof, we were both sweating like pigs. Shane’s chest and neck and face were oily with it. Sweat sluiced down the center of my breasts and dripped onto him as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“God… your cock…so… big…”
“Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
We smiled at each other as our orgasms hit. My body shuddered as I hammered my pussy up and down on him. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. I gushed juices over his cock and balls. The scent of me filled the air. His entire body tensed as he filled my cunt with his hot milky goo.
We grunted like animals as we came.
We screamed each other’s names.
We held onto each other for dear life.
And when the orgasms were over, we lay in each other’s arms and didn’t say a word. We didn’t have to say anything. Our hearts were just fine doing the talking for us.
EPILOGUE: Shane
Who am I?
My name is Shane Andrew Mavic. I just turned thirty-years-old and as of two weeks ago, I am a retired Navy SEAL. I live in the tiny town of Gulf Breeze, Texas, population who the fuck cares. The old folks liked to say Gulf Breeze was located smackdab in the middle of nowhere, but had one hell of an ocean view. I reckon I couldn’t disagree. It sure beat the hell out of waking up in Afghanistan.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sell the place?” Juju asked for the tenth time as I walked her to her car with her ReMax sign under my arm. She opened the trunk and I slid the sign inside for her. “I mean, these people are serious buyers. I might get them to go as high as fifty-five.”
“No, I think I’ll hang on to the place for now,” I said, dusting off my hands. “I appreciate your efforts and if I need to reimburse you for anything just let me know. And if I change my mind I’ll give you a call.”
“Well, okay then.” She glanced at the house for a moment, then gave me a quick hug and got into her car and drove away. I stood on the curb, waving like a Beverly Hillbilly until she was out of sight.
“She sounded really disappointed,” Annabel said as I came back into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. Annabel was at the stove cooking burgers in my mom’s old iron skillet. I had been cutting up tomatoes at the table when Juju showed up to announce that she finally had a potential buyer.
“Yeah, well, she should have sold the place while I was away,” I said with a smile. “It sat on the market for three months.”
Annabel flipped the burgers and watched me out of the corner of her eye. “Are you glad that it didn’t sell?”
“I guess so,” I said. I picked up another tomato and cut it into slices. “I mean, it’s just an old house, but I have to live somewhere.”
“You could be living in a tiny apartment above a vet practice,” she said with a grin. Was that a hint, I wondered? Was she hoping that I would ask her to move in now that I was home and settled. We had spent every night together since I got home. Why shouldn’t we make it official?
I just said, “True.”
“What about the memories of growing up here?” she asked. “Are they going to bother you?”
I frowned at her and kept slicing. “Memories?”
“Your parents? Kenny? The fights?”