Page 24 of Gone Away Home

My breath hitches as he thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt. The walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate him and I’m so damn wet there’s no resistance to speak of. Only pure fucking bliss which has stars blinking into existence behind my eyelids.

I tip my head back against the shower wall and grip the back of his neck. I might be holding him tightly, but I’m not worried about him dropping me. He has me; I know it. I’m holding on to him just to make sure I don’t float away.

When he starts to move, I moan, “Yes, Dustin, please.”

“Please?” He teases me, “What are you begging for, sweetheart?”

“You,” I groan, my voice husky and filled with need. “I need you to fuck me hard and make me come.”

He circles his hips, griding his pelvis against my clit and sending electricity through my body. My eyes drift closed as he moves. Every time he fills me, I feel almost too full; I love it.

“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth, “I can feel how close you are. Your pretty pussy is begging my cock to fill you up.”

His words wash over me and push me even closer to the edge. The way he plays my body is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The way he knows me. The way pushes me. The way he demands.

It always sends me soaring.

I move one hand to his ribs where his tattoo is and slide my fingers along the words there. The meaning behind his tattoo has my heart fluttering in my chest and I remember when I finally got a good look at it. It was when we were in our fluffy nest, and I was almost to blissed out to even take notice of his tattoos.

If he hadn’t sucked in a sharp breath when my finger ran over some of the lettering, I might not have looked closer, but he did. It had me focusing when all I wanted to do was float in the afterglow of the pleasure he gave me.

In order to see better, I scooted down a little bit. The moment I was able to see the whole piece my eyes filled with tears. “Dustin,” I whispered, awe in my words, “what is this?”

“You know what it is,” he challenged me to say it out loud and acknowledge it.

“The last letter I wrote to you,” I murmured.

I couldn’t look away. My fingers ran over the words over and over like I was right back there feeling everything I was feeling when I sent him my heart without realizing that’s what I was doing.

Dustin,

I can’t write to you anymore. It hurts too much to know you’re so far away and I can’t see you to make sure you’re okay. Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but that’s how I feel. I’m sorry.

I want you to keep yourself safe. This world is a better place with you in it and not just because you chose to serve our country. It’s better because you have a light within you that I was lucky enough to be close to, even if only for a short period of time.

While I might not write anymore, I’ll be thinking of you.

Stay safe and, hopefully, one day you’ll come home.

XO

Zayla

“I wasn’t sure if I should send it or not,” I whispered, unable to look away from his tattoo.

“The moment I read it, I knew I wanted to have it tattooed on me so I would always have you close even when the paper became faded and worn. I’ve been carrying you with me, at my side, for a long time, Zayla.”

Dustin punches his hips forward, the brutal force ripping me from my memory and causing me to dig my fingernails into his side right below where he has my hug and kiss tattooed in my handwriting.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, “milk my cock.”

I’m a panting, moaning mess as my legs tighten around his hips and I teeter on the edge. When Dustin leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth before biting down, I explode.

“Dustin,” I gasp before screaming silently, my thighs shaking and my body jerking with the intensity of my pleasure.

Light dances around us and the pounding of the water against the tiled floor mixes with his panted breaths. The feral growl he lets out drowns out all other sound as he fills me once, twice, three times and I feel the first jet of his cum coating my walls.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck as we cling to each other, pleasure wrapping us up in its arms and holding us close. I sink into the feeling of love, protection, and safety I always feel in his arms. It’s like nothing I’ve ever been granted before and I know how much of a gift it is.

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