After the Battle

She was there. Jack could smell her as soon as he entered the house. Each time he returned from a mission, his senses remained heightened; the faintest of aromas would draw him to her. Like tonight. Her soap and shampoo, the very scent that made her a woman, had Jack aroused before he even saw her. Upstairs, she slept in his bed. From the doorway, he found her in the darkness, his vision still acute. Jack had to smile at the sight, had to adjust himself in his pants. All the covers had been tossed around leaving her open to his viewing. He was all too familiar with the sleepy routine that left her ... and himself exposed to the night. His chest tightened longingly. Strangely, he had missed her nocturnal activity. When she was in deep sleep--damn she could flail and kick ... even punched Jack in the chin once. But just the feel of her next to him, in some capacity...yeah, he missed that deeply.

Silently, Jack approached the bed and crouched to watch her sleep. God, what a beautiful woman! And all she wore tonight was a big, white shirt...his shirt. She always slept in his clothing when he went away; always said she wanted to have the essence of him all over her, just like when they made love. On her stomach, her legs were spread out, one straight, the other drawn up closer to her body. Her face was turned toward Jack, long hair free flowing over the pillow. The shirt she chose was much too big, but had hiked up enough to reveal firm, luscious thighs and just the shadow of the ample ass that he could never adore enough. Even now, Jack couldn't resist. Stealthily his hand smoothed up the inside of her thigh, gently caressed the barely exposed lips of her cunt, then fanned out over her behind. He fought the urge to squeeze, to lean over and kiss each posterior cheek. Later. Now, Jack needed a shower. He still had blood on his clothing, cammo paint on his face, mud on his boots. The most recent mission had been too close to home for his liking, but it had been necessary. With a feathery caress of her hair he went into the bathroom and stripped off the Master Chief, let the Navy SEAL fall away, gave the warrior reprieve.
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With a jolt, she rolled over and sat up. She heard the water running and saw the light under the bathroom door. It took a moment to clear the sleep from her mind and then she realized...Jack was home! In excitement she hopped of the bed and trotted to the door. Before she flung it open, she paused and smiled to herself. Swiftly, the shirt slid to the floor and she stepped out of it like a slinky dress. After laying it neatly aside, she crept into the bathroom, intending to surprise Jack in the shower. Of course, she should have known better. He heard her before she closed the door, but that didn't matter. He slid the glass door of the shower aside and welcomed her inside with him. Same end result, either way.

"Hey, gorgeous." Jack rasped and pulled her close for a kiss. He adored kissing her. Such soft, full lips ... the kind of lips some women paid for and then looked ridiculous with afterward.

"Ummmm." Was her only possible reply since his tongue filled her mouth. Oh, Jack was already hard, his cock pressing insistently into her belly. She'd missed both of her big guys. A roaming hand reached down to give the meaty erection a playful squeeze.

Jack moaned and rubbed himself against her, pushed up into her fist. "Ohh, baby," he groaned, "I need you."

"I'm here," she vowed. Today and forever.

Deftly, his strength lifted her against the tiles of the shower, her legs over his arms. Without pause, Jack pressed her back to the wall and let his cock find its own way inside her clinging heat. Once embedded deeply, he rotated his pelvis, grinding himself into her clit.

"Ohh...Jack...please! Fuck me, baby...fuck me." She begged on a heavy sigh, already experiencing the shivering jolts of impending release.

"Fuck...yeah. Uhhh...I missed your sweet pussy. God!" He commenced with full, thumping thrusts. "So fucking tight...so sweet. Baby, so sweet!" Jack's lips dropped to her wet neck and shoulders, kissing all the little sensitive spots he knew existed; on her collarbone, behind her earlobe. Sinuously, his tongue trailed inside her ear, mocking the motions of his shaft within her.

She tried to move herself with him, but Jack had her wide open and helpless, completely surrendered to his expert strokes. When she began to whimper, needing to cum, a truly masculine growl vibrated in his broad, hairy chest. He knew the churning of his fat prick, the erotic swing of his hips drove her mad. Jack needed her this way, in complete open surrender, but when he felt the tell tale spasms within the depths of her cunt, he gradually pulled out, letting her slick body slide against his until her feet touched the floor of the tub.

While the warm water beat a sensual tattoo upon them, she turned her back to him and leaned forward, hands bracing the wall for support, one leg came up to rest a foot on the edge of the tub for balance. Her ass rotated teasingly, wantonly. She was his whore; would fuck him anyway he wanted--anytime. Devilishly, Jack slid his cock along the slice of her ass and down further between her legs, sawing the generous length of himself between the clinging lips of her cleft. The shiny, ridged head touched her clit and her knees buckled. Again, her murmured pleas broke him. Once more Jack caressed the head of his sex down the crack of her behind, on to the entrance of her throbbing pussy.

"Tell me," his hot breath was at her ear, deep voice resonant with desire. "Tell me what you want."

"Shove your big cock in me and...Ohhh, yeah! Yessss, Jack... God...yes!"

He didn't give her a chance to completely obey his demands. His excitement and need overwhelmed his control. He pushed forward on a hoarse cry until his pubic hair crushed against her buttocks. Jack reared back and watched as her pink inner lips clung to his prick greedily.

"Hot, beautiful cunt." He mumbled to himself. "Mine...mine...mine," he chanted softly and pushed roughly back inside of her. Large, strong hands gripped her hips, massaged her bottom. His groin smacked against her ass, as he plowed into her over and over; her cheeks rippling lightly under each arousing impact. Jack threw his head back and spread his legs to gain purchase as lust drove his body in a fevered rhythm.

"Unhh...unhhh...unhhh!" Her pants were accompanied by the sound and feel of his wet skin slapping hers. Slap! Slap! Slapping in an erotic sting.

Jack slid his hands along her curvaceous body, exploring all the soft flesh that he knew so well, that he would indulge in as long as he lived. As he cupped her full breasts and played with her stiff nipples, he scattered kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, his neat, sandy mustache sending chills along her spine. "I love you." Jack whispered at her ear then gently nibbled the lobe. "I'll love you all my life."

Her eyes slipped shut at his words. Hearing him declare his love was always endearing, but when he expressed himself during lovemaking, she simply melted. She craned her neck to see him behind her, tossed her head back, wanting his lips on hers. "I love you, Jack." The oath was murmured before he captured her mouth with his.

She loved him. He knew it, but those words, on her tongue and caressed by the breathlessness of her voice at that moment, caused Jack to stumble in his rhythm, then speed up. He left one hand to pinch and fondle her breasts and sensitive nubs, the other hand drifted down her belly, into the soft wet bush. Playfully he scratched in the hair, knowing how much she enjoyed that. A hand came around to grasp his buttocks, digging her nails in, urging him on. She was so close. The little spasms were upon her again and she broke their kiss, needing all of her breath to survive the impending release.

Faster, shorter strokes pierced the clutching heat around him. Jack's fingers glided against her engorged clit and into the hidden folds of her labia. The intimate massage was her undoing. The alternating light pressure of his fingertips and the rough, heavy palm over her clitoris drew a trembling climax from the depths of her. She had to put both hands back on the wall as she gasped and moaned, grinding herself back onto his cock, pushing herself forward into his hand.

Jack grabbed onto one hip and fucked her like an angry bull. His breath huffed with exertion while his prick jerked and shuddered within her. "Ohh...my God! Ungh...Mmmm, babe.Unnghhh...yeah! I'm cumming...inside you! I'm cumming!" He panted, quivered and buried himself. Jack slumped against her moaning, his cock firing thick jets if cum against the still quaking walls of her cunt. She glued her ass against him trying to milk every drop of cum from his spurting cock. Again, Jack convulsed and moreof his juice splashed within, his pleasure nearly stealing the air from his lungs.

Little aftershocks still rocked her, made her sated pussy flex involuntarily. Jack came out of her, his cock still half hard and still dripping strings of cum. Trickles of it flowed out of her, down the insides of her thighs. He dipped a finger in her dribbling snatch and scooped a bit of his semen out. Jack traced her lips with his essence, then bestowed one of his bone-melting soul-kisses on her, loving the taste of the two of them mingled together.

Slowly, the lovers drew apart, grinning like naughty children, caressing like desire was on the rise again. Languidly, they showered, washing one another in silence, toweling each other dry. They held hands and went to the bedroom, immediately into bed and began their loving all over again.

She smiled as she climbed atop him and settled over his straining erection. In a voice filled with the promise of all night ecstasy, she whispered, "welcome home sailor."