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Robert
Abigail turns back to the bathroom. She has some work to do. She’s been lazy in the personal hygiene department while Robert’s been gone. Oh, she’s not nasty, but she hasn’t shaved her legs in a few days because what’s the point. No one but her is going to see or touch them. She hasn’t bothered to trim the nest between her thighs since he left either. She needs to hurry. He’ll be back any minute. Jumping in the shower, she sets to work on getting herself ready. Her body is already beginning to prepare for him.
She can feel her desire building in her belly. Her clit starts throbbing as she thinks about Robert in all his naked glory, as he’s kneeling over her preparing to take her. Her mind wanders to some of her favorite memories of their lovemaking. Perhaps he’ll let her suck his thick cock, getting him on the edge before he flips her onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind. She shivers, desire thrumming through her body. Focus, Abi. You need to be ready and in bed when he gets home. It’s the least you can do since he’s been God knows where having to do God knows what. He’s such a good man, and she wants nothing more than to please him.
Abigail exits from the bathroom a few minutes later. Heading to the bed, she quickly lotions her body in Robert’s favorite scent, jasmine and lilacs. Just as she finishes, she hears movement downstairs. He’s back. Her body responding. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, nipples harden, and she can tell she’s getting wet. Another shiver racks her body as she quickly slides under the covers to wait for her man.
Moments later, he’s there, standing in the doorway of their bedroom, looking like a wet dream. He still has his fatigues on, but he’s still the sexiest man she’s ever seen. He must have gotten home just in time for him to get Ellie up and ready for school. He drops his duffle bag on the floor and begins a slow strip tease as he stalks toward the bed. Abigail can feel her body trembling with need, desire. As if wanting to build the tension, he takes his sweet time undressing as he nears the bed.
He unbuttons his outer shirt, slowly letting if fall from his shoulders once it’s undone. Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, he whips it over his head letting it fall to the floor. He pauses mid-way to the bed to bend down loosening the strings on his boots before toeing them off. Next, he unbuttons his pants, followed by the zipper as he strolls ever closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He steps out of his pants, quickly followed by his boxer-briefs. His erection is standing tall and proud against his flat stomach. Abigail’s body does a full body shiver as she gazes at him in all his naked glory. His muscled body so toned and hard, he looks as if he’s been sculpted from stone in the image of Adonis.
Robert stands at the edge of the bed, staring at her laying in the bed with the covers up to her chin. Her breath hitches as she allows her gaze to rove over his body again. She wants him so badly. She needs to feel his skin against hers. It’s been three long weeks since she’s touched him, felt him stretch her sex so perfectly. She has a secret to tell him, but she wants to wait until after they’ve made love. She’s not worried about his reaction, but she wants him sated and relaxed when she tells him.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Robert’s voice is deep, gravely with desire. “You read my note?” She nods at his question, her face flushing, remembering his words. “Did you follow my instructions?” He raises an eyebrow. His right hand dropping to stoke his thick, hard cock, her eyes drop, watching his hand slide up and down the thick length. She nods again. Her eyes glued to his movements in fascination. The head peeking out of his hand on each down stroke. “You’re covered.” A statement, not a question. She nods, enjoying the fire she can see in his eyes.
Quick as lightening, he grabs the bedding, throwing it back to bare her to him. He sucks in a breath as his eyes feast on her, which turns her on all the more. Her skin tingles as his eyes rove over her naked flesh, almost as if his gaze is a touch. His eyes linger on her rounded breasts. Her nipples harden almost painfully, under his stare. She longs to feel him touching her. His eyes roam lower taking in her abdomen. It contracts, and his eyes widen. His eyes flick to hers briefly. He gives her a smirk. He knows just how much he affects her.
Then he takes in her pussy, his pupils flaring with desire. Having a will of their own, her legs spread apart to give him a better look. She knows he can see that she’s wet. She has felt it leaking onto her thighs as she has watched him stroking himself. He’s on the move then, climbing into the bed to join her. He hovers over her, their eyes locked, allowing their souls to reconnect after being parted for so long.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby,” Robert murmurs as he settles over her. Abigail wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to sink inside her but is disappointed. He pins his erection between them, lean down to kiss her. It’s a hungry kiss. One that builds the swirling ache in her lower belly. The need to have him filling her so great, she bucks her hips up to grind herself on his hard length.
“Please, Robert,” she begs, breaking the kiss. “I need you, now!” He captures her lips again in a bruising kiss of tongue and teeth as they battle for dominance. She’s always let him lead when they’re in bed, but right now, she wants…no needs him to fuck her. She pushes against him. He pulls back startled at her rebuff. Using that to her advantage, she pushes him onto his back and climbs over him. Before he can react, she’s notched his cock at her entrance and slams herself down on him. A guttural moan escaping her. Her eyes close in ecstasy as he stretches her pussy.
“Oh, God, Robert,” Abigail moans. “I’ve missed you so much.” Abigail begins to move, rising and falling on his cock. Robert grabs her hips, steadying her as he thrusts up to meet her. Their bodies slapping together in a sensual rhythm. She rests her hands on his thighs, arching her back to take him deeper. His hands leave her hips to cup her breasts, kneading and squeezing just right. He rises to suck a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with this tongue. His hand pinches the other one, pulling slightly. Another moan escapes her as she gets lost in the sensations of their lovemaking.
“Baby, you feel so damn good,” Robert growls as he thrusts up into her again and again. “I swear your tits have gotten fuller while I’ve been gone.” To show his approval of them, he lavishes each one with his mouth. Abigail smiles down at him, increasing her pace as she feels her climax building. Faster and harder she rides him, chasing her release. He must sense her near orgasm, because he once again, grips her hips, slamming her down on him over and over. Just a little more, and she’ll be there. Over and over, she rises and falls, her release just out of reach. Then Robert takes a thumb to strum her clit as she fucks him. So close, just a little more. He pinches her clit, and she explodes in pleasure as she drops over the cliff of her climax. Robert continues to pump into her, despite her erratic movements, as she rides through her orgasm. All coherent thought leaving her.
Just as she’s nearing the end of her orgasm, his movements become relentless driving into her harder and harder. Finally he slams home one final time, holding himself inside her as she feels his hot cum bathing her inner walls. He gives her a few lazy pumps emptying himself. Abigail slumps over him as the adrenaline fades, and her limbs become weak as wet noodles. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing as they attempt to recover.
“Welcome home, honey,” Abigail manages to squeak out after a few moments. Robert chuckles, causing his softening cock to slip from her depths. Their combined release following leaking from her channel to bathe his groin.
“That was some welcome, baby.” Robert’s voice is still thick with desire. “Think you’ll be up for more of that in a few minutes?” Abigail raises up on her forearms that are resting on his muscular torso.
“The question is, will you be up for it?” She smirks at him, but squeals when he flips their positions to grind his hardening erection into her groin.
“What do you think, hmm?” Robert humps her a few times, and he’s fully erect. She smiles wickedly at him, widening her legs, inviting him into her soaking wet channel. He doesn’t make her wait. He slides inside, groaning his pleasure.
Several hours later…
Straw lays awake, holding his world in his arms as she sleeps. Three weeks is too damn long to be away from his woman and his daughter. More and more, he’s been thinking about getting out of the Marines. He never thought he would want to, but now he has someone to live for. Someone who needs him to be home, alive, caring for them. This last mission had been a nightmare. He hadn’t been sure he would make it back to Abigail. The thought of never seeing her and Ellie again, makes him shiver in fear. Abi stirs in her sleep. He runs his hand over her hair and back in a soothing motion, and in seconds she’s again relaxed in sleep. He lets his mind wander to the moment he entered their home in the early hours this morning.
He enters the house as quietly as possible not wanting to wake either of them before he needed. He peeks in Ellie’s room to see her sprawled out on her bed with the covers kicked off. He slips across her room and covers her up, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She is the most precious child. He can’t imagine loving her more, even if he’d been her biological father. Smoothing her hair from her face, letting his hand linger a moment, feeling her warm and alive, he eases back out to let her sleep a little longer before getting her up for school. Abigail has her clothes laid out on her dresser already. His biggest challenge will be getting her hair into a neat ponytail, but hearing Tank on the stairs, he stops worrying about that. His big burly friend has gotten pretty handy at fixing the child’s hair when Abigail had been injured. So, worse comes to worst, he’ll get Tank to fix Ellie’s hair.
Straw leaves Ellie’s room as Tank hits the top step. Their eyes meet, and Tank heads toward Ellie’s door. He takes a moment to look in on the child, then he eases her door to, motioning Straw to follow him to his room. Straw pauses a moment to look into his room to see a sleeping Abigail, her body rising and falling evenly in sleep, reassuring him that she’s well. Closing the door softly, he follows his friend to his room.
Once inside, Tank shuts his door, motioning Straw to have a seat in one of the chairs he has placed near his fireplace. Sinking into the chair, Straw sighs as his sore muscles settle. This mission has really taken a toll on all of them. He notices Tank’s grimace as he eases into the other chair. The men eye one another for a moment before Tank begins to speak.
“Tough mission,” he says, sighing. Straw nods. It had indeed been a rough one. Straw still feels unsettled over how things went down. They could have all been killed, the mission being compromised like it had been. “You ever think about getting out?” Tank’s question throws Straw for a loop. He’s never really thought about it until this mission, but when they’d been pinned down taking fire, it had definitely crossed his mind. He didn’t want to leave Abigail a widow. Leave her and Ellie alone. Oh, he knows that Jenkins would look after them, but he wants Abigail to grow old and grey with him.
“I have now,” Straw answers him. “You?” Tank nods, scrubbing his hand down his face.
“I never thought I would, but after this mission, yeah. I’m seriously considering it,” Tank replies. “But hell, what would we do? I mean if we aren’t active-duty Marines?” He looks to Straw for the answers. Straw shakes his head.
“I don’t know,” Straw admits. “What I do know is, I don’t want Abigail to be a widow. I thought for sure a couple of times that’s how this mission was going to end.” Tank nods his agreement. The men sit in silence for a few moments.
“Well, we need to think about our options,” Tank says. “I know my time to reenlist is coming up soon, but for the first time in my career, I’m thinking I don’t want to sign on for three more years.” He glances over at Straw again. “I want something more. I want what you have with Abigail and Ellie. A family.” Straw’s lips tighten in a fine line. He can feel his friend’s deep need to have that family connection. Not that they don’t have that as a band of brothers, but he understands Tank’s need to have a family of his very own.
“We should have a team meeting,” Straw suggests. “We can’t be the only two who feel this way.” Tank nods in agreement. They sit another minute in silence before Tank looks over at him.
