Her Welcome Home for Her Soldier
# The Reunion The key turned in the lock with a familiar, heavy click. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and vanilla, hit Blake the moment he crossed the threshold, a week’s worth of pent-up need coiling tight in his gut. The apartment was
Chapter 1
The key turned in the lock with a familiar, heavy click. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and vanilla, hit Blake the moment he crossed the threshold, a week’s worth of pent-up need coiling tight in his gut. The apartment was dark, save for a single strip of soft, pink light spilling from the cracked door of their bedroom.
He dropped his duffel by the door, the sound muffled by the thick rug. His boots were next, a dull thud against the floorboards. He moved with a silent, predatory grace, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting under his tight grey t-shirt. A week of boardrooms and airports had honed his focus to a sharp, singular point: her.
He pushed the bedroom door open.
Chloe was on the bed, just as he’d pictured her a hundred times in his sterile hotel room. The pink light from the bedside lamp caressed the rich, dark brown of her skin, glinting off the delicate gold chains at her neck and wrists. She was propped against a mountain of pillows, her curvy form poured into a scandalous confection of black lace and silk. The lingerie cupped her huge breasts, pushing them up until the dark, prominent peaks of her nipples threatened to spill over the top. The matching panties were a narrow strip that did little to contain the soft, dark curls he knew lay beneath.
Her brown eyes, smoky with kohl, locked onto his. A slow, playful smile curved her full lips. “Welcome home, soldier.”
Blake didn’t smile back. His expression was serious, intent, as he closed the door behind him. He let his gaze travel over her, a deliberate, possessive inventory. “Miss me?”
“Desperately.” Her voice was a husky whisper. She shifted, the lace whispering against her skin. The movement drew his eyes to the intricate tattoos that curled over her shoulder and down her arm—a garden of thorns and blooms he’d traced with his tongue a thousand times.
He approached the bed, his presence filling the space. He could smell her arousal now, a muskier, deeper note beneath the perfume. His cock, already thick and heavy in his jeans, gave a painful throb. He reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a long, narrow box, dropping it on the duvet beside her hip.
“Brought you a present.”
Chloe’s playful curiosity flickered, her eyes darting to the box before returning to his face. She reached for it, her fingers with their dark-painted nails brushing the lid. She opened it.
Inside, nestled in black velvet, was a sex toy. But not just any toy. It was a thick, veined dildo, made of glossy, flesh-toned silicone, with a heavy, weighted base. Next to it was a sturdy, adjustable harness made of black leather and gleaming chrome buckles.
Her breath caught. Her gaze flew back to his, wide and searching.
Blake finally let a smile touch his lips, a wicked, dominant curve. He placed one knee on the mattress, the frame groaning softly under his weight. He leaned over her, caging her in, his face inches from hers. His voice dropped to a low, gravelly rumble, pure dirty talk already shaping the words.
“I spent a week thinking about this, Chloe. Thinking about you. About how fucking beautiful you look when you’re full.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “I’m going to strap this on the board. And then I’m going to get on that bed behind you, and watch you ride and fuck the hell out of it with your sweet pussy.” He paused, letting the image sear into her mind. “And then I'm going to join...you get the benefit of two cocks tonight, baby. This one in your pussy, and mine in your ass.”
A tiny, helpless shiver wracked her curvy body. Her submissive nature sang in response to his absolute command, her adventurous spirit igniting at the sheer, raw extremity of the fantasy. Her lips parted on a soft, wanting gasp. The obstacle was just her own dizzying anticipation, the delicious, terrifying edge of the unknown he’d just mapped out for them.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word barely audible.
Blake’s smile widened. The extended foreplay was just beginning.
Chapter 2
The leather harness and silicone toy lay forgotten on the duvet for now, a promise for later. Chloe slid from the bed with a sway of her hips and disappeared into the walk-in closet. Blake stripped off his shirt, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing in the pink light, his jeans already straining.
When she returned, his breath caught. The black lace was gone, replaced by an even more audacious set. The bra was sheer purple mesh, her dark, heavy breasts and their large, stiff nipples clearly visible through the fabric. The floss-thin G-string, a vibrant violet, was a mere slash of silk that disappeared between the full cheeks of her ass, doing nothing to hide the dense, dark curls of her pussy.
She didn’t speak, simply walked back to the bed and stood before him, her brown eyes dark with invitation.
Blake closed the distance in one stride, his hands coming up to frame her face. He captured her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, his tongue plunging past her full lips to taste her. Her moan vibrated against him, her own hands sliding up his bare back, nails digging into the hard ridges of muscle.
They kissed for long, desperate minutes, a week of separation pouring into the wet, sliding heat of their mouths. His hands roamed down, palming the incredible weight of her breasts through the mesh, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were painful peaks. Her fingers found the button of his jeans, popping it open, then the zipper, her touch brushing the thick, hot outline of his cock.
Guiding her back onto the mattress, Blake followed her down, his body covering hers. He kissed a burning path down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, his tongue laving a nipple through the sheer material before he took the fabric in his teeth and pulled it aside to suck the stiff bud directly into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching, her hands fisting in his hair.
His hand slid down her stomach, over the silk of the purple floss, his fingers finding the wet heat already soaking through. He pushed the string aside, not removing it, and pressed two fingers into her. She was drenched, her inner muscles clenching around him instantly. He fucked her slowly with his fingers, his mouth still working on her breast, building a relentless, mounting pressure.
In turn, she reached between them, wrapping her hand around his hard length, her fist sliding up and down the velvety skin, her thumb smearing the wetness beading at the tip. The air grew thick with their ragged breathing and the slick, intimate sounds of their touching. The elaborate fantasy of the toy and the harness hummed in the background, the necessary, aching prelude already underway. The deep kissing and massaging was a language of its own, a physical conversation weaving a tight coil of need low in both their bellies, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning of a long, hungry night.
Chapter 3
His fingers still deep inside her, Blake broke their kiss with a wet, ragged sound. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with intent. “Up,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Chloe understood. With a shiver of pure submission, she slid from the bed until her feet touched the floor. She looked up at him, her lips already parted in anticipation.
Blake stood beside the bed, his jeans pushed down to his thighs. His cock was fully erect, a thick, veined column of flesh that curved proudly from a nest of smooth skin, his heavy balls drawn up tight beneath it. He wrapped a fist around the base. “Look at you,” he murmured, guiding the broad head to her lips. “A week of thinking about this mouth.”
She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, taking him in, her full lips stretching around his girth. A low groan rumbled from his chest. “That’s it. Just like you missed it.” He watched, transfixed, as her head began to bob, her tongue swirling along the underside. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room. “Suck it, Chloe. Get it nice and wet for what comes next.”
She moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Her hands came up to cradle his balls, rolling the heavy weight in her palms. He let her work, his fingers tangling in her brown hair, not forcing, just feeling every pull of her mouth, every flick of her tongue. Pre-cum leaked onto her taste buds.
After several long, blissful minutes, he gently pulled himself from her mouth with a soft pop. “My turn.”
He guided her back onto the mattress, laying her down. Kneeling over her, he worshiped her body with his eyes first. The purple mesh was sheer torture, her huge, dark breasts spilling from the cups, her exotic, large nipples stiff and begging for attention. “Fucking perfect,” he breathed, before lowering his head.
He didn’t remove the bra. He nuzzled the mesh, his hot breath soaking through the material before his tongue followed, laving a stiff peak until the fabric was translucent. He suckled her through it, the sensation of wet silk and hard nipple making her cry out. “Blake!”
“Tell me,” he growled, switching to the other breast, biting gently through the mesh.
“They’re so sensitive… god, your mouth…”
He pulled the cup down with his teeth, finally freeing one breast to take the full, dark areola and protruding nipple into the heat of his mouth. He sucked hard, his hand kneading the other. “Mine,” he stated between pulls. “Every inch. All for me.”
He lavished attention on each breast until she was writhing, her back arched off the bed. Only then did he begin his descent. He kissed down her quivering stomach, his hands hooking under her knees. “Spread,” he ordered, his voice thick.
She opened for him, the violet floss of her thong a stark contrast against her dark skin. He nudged it aside with his nose, just enough to reveal the glistening, dark curls of her pussy beneath. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal hit him like a drug.
“You’re dripping,” he observed, his breath hot on her wet folds. He didn’t look away from her face. “You’re thinking about that toy, aren’t you? About being stuffed full?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips lifting.
“Good.” With that, he lowered his mouth and tasted her.
His tongue was flat and broad, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, her hands flying to his hair. He ate her pussy with a focused, relentless hunger, his tongue delving inside her, then circling her swollen bud. The thin strap of the thong dug into her skin, a constant, teasing reminder of its presence as he worked. He drank from her, his low groans of appreciation vibrating against her most sensitive flesh, building the coil of pleasure in her belly tighter and tighter, a relentless ascent with the promised peak still held cruelly, perfectly, out of reach.
Chapter 4
He gave her one last, deep taste, the salty-sweet flavor of her clinging to his lips, then pulled away. Both of them were breathless, vibrating on the edge of a blade. Blake reached for the box on the duvet.
With deliberate, efficient movements, he freed the thick silicone dildo from its velvet nest. It was heavy in his hand, a nine-inch, flesh-toned intruder with a pronounced head and a veined shaft. He mounted it onto the sturdy wooden board, the locking mechanism clicking solidly into place. Next, he took the black leather harness, its chrome buckles gleaming in the low light, and strapped it securely around a firm, square pillow from the head of the bed.
Chloe watched, propped on her elbows, her huge breasts swaying with her heavy breaths, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Blake picked up the bottle of clear lubricant, squeezed a generous amount onto the silicone head and along the length, smoothing it with his fingers until the toy glistened wetly.
He placed the mounted, lubed pillow in the center of the bed and sat back against the footboard, his own cock standing rigid against his stomach. His gaze was dark, commanding. “Come here, baby. Show me how much you missed being filled.”
A shiver of pure, submissive excitement ran through her. She crawled to the center of the mattress on her knees, positioning herself over the waiting toy. The broad, slick head nudged against her soaked entrance. She looked back at Blake over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide, before lowering herself slowly.
A low, guttural moan escaped her as the thick silicone began to stretch her open, pushing insistently past her tight, clinging muscles. She took it inch by torturous inch, her body bowing, her head dropping forward. Blake didn’t touch her, didn’t speak. He just watched, his hand wrapped around his own cock, slowly stroking as he witnessed her submission.
Once she was fully seated, she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, sensual grind, then lifted before sinking back down with more force. The sound filled the room: the wet, slick squelch of her pussy taking the toy, followed by the sharp, rhythmic clap of her full, dark ass cheeks meeting the leather harness with each downward plunge. Her jiggling flesh was hypnotic, a lewd, bouncing display meant solely for him. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her inner walls fluttering around the invading shape, her body learning the rhythm of a thick, unyielding cock that wasn’t his.
“That’s it,” Blake finally growled, his voice rough with lust. “Ride it. Get that pretty pussy used to being stuffed. Because I’m next, and I’m not waiting long.”