by Maura Rossi
Tricia burst out the front door. He felt his stomach flip. She looked gorgeous in worn yoga pants and a T-shirt, her body and her beauty shone through her simple clothes. She ran into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. She pressed firmly against him. His cock hardened. She still had a powerful affect on his body, his mind and his heart. She'd become very important to him
Mark appeared on the front steps, his big muscular body hanging over the crutches. This kid needs a girl. John glared at him putting him on notice that he was back and ready to kick his ass if he'd hurt Tricia in any way.
"John, how did you get here? I'm so happy to see you, I missed you so much."
John was confused. He thought he was coming home to mayhem. Tricia seemed fine and very happy to see him. Mark came down the steps toward them. John actually felt nervous. He did not want to have it out with Tricia's son.
Tricia was kissing him but he didn't respond. He was on alert. His focus was on Mark. She could sense his tension. She pulled away and realized he was staring down Mark. She stepped aside and Mark extended his hand to John.
"Welcome home, Sergeant Major."
"Thanks Mark. How are you doing?" John eyed him warily.
"Getting better. Mom's a good nurse."
"I'll bet."
"I'm sorry, Sergeant Major. I'm sorry for my behavior towards you. I know I was disrespectful. I hope you can overlook how I acted."
That was the last thing John expected Mark to say.
"Thank you, Mark. Frankly, that's why I'm here. I came back early because I was so worried after yesterday's phone call."
Mark winced. John was enjoying watching Mark squirm. He was, however, impressed with both Mark and Tricia. They were the embodiment of the perfect Army family, respectful and dutiful. They'd been through a lot yet they retained their dignity and strength. John was proud of them.
Chapter 10
Mark had friends pick him up so John and Tricia could be alone on John's first night home. When John got of the shower, he found Tricia in bed covered up by the sheets. Some things had not changed. He was already hard. He climbed under the sheets and pressed his body against hers.
"So, you haven't asked me why I came home early," he smiled a gorgeous mischievous smile.
"Well, you said you were worried."
"No, that's not why. I came home because I heard about some pictures that were taken for me?"
Tricia pushed against his chest.
"Come on, let me see them."
To his surprise, she got up out of bed, completely nude and walked across the hall to get the photos. He smiled from ear to ear. She presented him with three eight by ten photos. The smile fell from his face as he viewed the first photo.
"Wow," he stated flatly.
His heart and his dick began to pound. He flipped to the second photo.
"Shit, Tricia."
The third photo was the one where she was pulling her glistening pussy lips apart. John gripped the edges of the photos.
"Do you like them?" she questioned anxiously.
He was speechless. He cleared his throat.
"I like them very much. What possessed you to take these photos, Tricia?"
"I wanted to show you how much I missed you. I thought you would like that I wasn't afraid to show you my body."
"I can't express how much I like seeing your body in these pictures. My heart is in my throat. Maybe in the future, I should just see your body in person, so we don't have any more trouble over pictures. You are the kind of woman that wars are started over."
He threw back the sheet and pulled her on top of him. Her tits felt fantastic against his chest. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He felt huge. Tricia loved being on top of him. She felt powerful and sexy.
Tricia remembered her surprise for John. She broke the kiss.
"I have something else to show you."
She pulled his hand so he sat up in bed.
"Look, this is the mirror I used for the pictures."
"Oh, Tricia, you're teasing me, now."
"No, John, I want to please you. I'm not playing. Show me what to do to please you."
She didn't have to ask twice. John slid to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. His cock stood up beyond his navel. It was thick and purple and he stroked it continually. He gestured for her to sit on his lap. She came over and faced him. He shook his head.
"Turn around, " he commanded.
He pulled her down on his lap and wedged his cock in her ass cheeks, snuggling her against his body. Her body felt so fucking soft to him. He could see her face, her tits, her bare pussy in the mirror. And she could see him. He started kissing her neck and pulling and pinching her nipples.
"Tricia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. I can't get enough of you and it scares me."
He licked her neck and bit her shoulder. She arched her back, thrusting her tits forward into his hands. His cock loved her wiggling ass.
"Damn, Tricia, you're killing me. Stand up honey."
He ran his hands over her ass and the front of her thighs, pulling them apart.
"OK, Tricia, pull your pussy open, like in the picture and sit back down on me."
He watched her face in the mirror, as she understood what he wanted her to do. Her mouth opened slightly. He could see her flight response working. But she did as he asked and opened her pretty naked pussy.
"You are fucking gorgeous."
He guided her backwards and down onto to his rock hard meat. The head squeezed in the opening but that was as far he could go at first. They could both see his cock head stuck in her hole, not moving. He thrust up into her until he was fully enclosed in her warm soft channel.
She judged her reflection in the mirror. She was uncomfortable with what she saw. She could see the base of his cock and his balls, the rest of him buried inside her. It was too intense to see herself spread open with him moving inside her. He gently lifted her up. She saw more of hic cock and how thick he'd become. Her lips were stretched around him. She closed her eyes.
He brushed her cheek lightly.
"Watch."
She fluttered her eyes. He brought her all the way down on him. He released her and moved his hands up the front of her body.
His hands and arms were very dark against her pale skin. With one big hand, he cupped a breast. With the other, he massaged her clit and caressed her belly and thighs. She could see his dark shoulders beyond her body. The muscles in his arms were flexed and looked huge compared to her arms and shoulders. The contrasts between them excited her. Together, as one, they were beautiful.
"I love your body," he whispered.
He licked her ear and neck causing her to shudder. She clenched involuntarily and some juice spurted.
"I felt that."
Tricia gazed at his face; she saw he was transfixed; staring at her body and his hands on her. She looked at herself trying to imagine what he saw.
John started to pump faster and harder. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her down on him. Everything on her started bouncing. She covered her eyes with the back of her arms. The feeling of him loving her was so very powerful. He was hitting a new spot inside her that caused more cream to flow than ever before. She loved it. But she couldn’t look.
John pulled her arms down.
"Look how fucking hot you are," his voice was deep and gravelly.
When he cursed like that, he always got her attention. She opened her eyes and watched.
Her tits bounced everywhere, her thighs rippled. His cock punched into her; his leg muscles and arm muscles strained. His rhythm began to mesmerize her. She became entranced with her image and his image melding together. She couldn't look away, now, learning how her body moved with each of his thrusts.
"Fuck, Tricia, I'm coming," he panted, continuing to pump hard. "Are you ready?" he rasped.
She wanted to come with him. Without thinking, she put her hand to her pussy, on her cli
t and pressed. Each bounce caused friction on her nub. She watched his face as they careened into their mutual orgasm.
He called her name over and over. Finally, he jammed her down hard, pushing all the way in. She convulsed on his rod. He pushed her hand out of the way as he tapped her clit repeatedly, lengthening her orgasm. She reached behind her head to hold him. He clutched her to him.
She then watched him recover. His face transformed back to his calm, handsome persona. She felt his cock twitching and moving deep within her. His muscles relaxed and he straightened up. He smoothed her hair to one side, so he could kiss her shoulder. She loved watching him. She was hooked.
Something was still happening inside her. His cock was still somewhat hard and it was pressing on an intense spot. Her pussy clenched suddenly and she wet herself. His eyes met hers.
"You're still coming," he smiled. "You like this mirror, don't you?"
He pressed gently on her clit.
"Look at you," he said sounding happy and satisfied.
She looked. She wasn't ashamed. Her breasts were plump and soft. Her belly round, her thighs full. She was flushed and messed. And he loved all of her. She made eye contact with him.
He tapped a few times on her clit with a thick finger and she clenched again. His cock continually softening was sliding down her inner wall, pressing on that sensitive spot.
"Touch yourself, darlin'. Let me see what you can do."
He didn't want to push too far, but she was awakening to her beauty, her sensuality. He needed to see.
She put her hands to her breasts and massaged. Fuck. His cock surged forward hardening up. She clenched again, responding to the renewed pressure. She pinched and squeezed, experimenting with how each felt.
"Touch your pussy."
He wanted to sound commanding but it came out more like a pleading. She moved her hands and pulled her lips up. Dear God. She liked the powerful feeling of attracting him, almost controlling him. It was all new to her.
She showed him her pussy. She felt his cock jump and his hips push up. She tried tapping on her clit like he'd done, watching his reaction. He slowly closed his eyes, shook his head and slowly opened them again to gaze at her exposed sex.
The desire on his face, the pure lust finished her.
"Help me, please."
He took over, swiftly displacing her fingers with his. He began flicking her clit and pressing up into that spot. Her hands rode on top of his. Her orgasm exploded this time and she squealed, making a high-pitched whimper in the back of her throat. She clutched his hands.
"Damn, I love you, Tricia."
She slumped back on him. He pulled out, stood and lifted her in his arms. He placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. He was fully hard.
"Did you hear me? I love you."
She was spent. He smiled to himself. This was all brought on by his deployment. He made a mental note to go to Kabul again in a few months.
"I love you, too," she murmured putting her hands on his face.
"Tricia, I need you again."
She opened her eyes and looked into his face. She was surprised.
"Really?"
"Yeah, you did it to me again."
He slid into her pussy and settled down on her. Perfect.
Epilogue
John's patience had paid off. She trusted him and would give him her body without fear. He was sure there would be many more objections to overcome. But each would provide him a sweet surrender to savor. He planned to work his ass off to keep Tricia by his side for the rest of his life.
Tricia had been happy in her marriage and sexually frustrated after her husband died. After twenty-five years married and two children, she thought she knew about men and sex. She was unprepared for the overwhelming sexual urges John brought out in her.
His loving coaxed her out of her shell; a shell she didn't even know existed. The promise of the feelings, of the heights, his body evoked broke down her reservations and fears; fears about her body, reservations about spreading her legs for man in the light of day. Prohibitions about acting out fantasies and letting go of self-control vanished. John brought that to her by simply looking at her, touching her and loving her.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue