The room was bathed in a warm, dim light, created by the flickering candles scattered around. The soft sheets on the bed beckoned us, promising a night of passion and long-awaited reunion. My husband and I stood on opposite sides of the room, our eyes locked in a silent standoff. It had been a year since we last saw each other, and the tension between us was palpable.
He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving mine. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "Took you long enough, big guy."
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he closes the distance between us, his hands resting on my hips. I can feel the familiar beat of his heart under my fingertips as I place mine on his chest. "Missed me?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "More than you know." My heart skips a beat as he slowly trails his lips down my neck, his hands sliding under the hem of my shirt. I arch my back, allowing him easier access. "Well, aren't you eager?" I tease.
He chuckles against my skin before pulling my shirt over my head, his eyes taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as his gaze rakes over me. "Like what you see?" I challenge.
He nods, his thumbs brushing against the waistband of my pants. "More than you could ever imagine." I bite my lip as he slowly undoes the button of my pants, his eyes never leaving mine. I raise an eyebrow, "You're going to have to do better than that, soldier."
He smirks before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and thong, pulling them down in one swift motion. I gasp as he drops to his knees, his mouth inches from my core. I look down at him, my eyes filled with challenge. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "Permission."
I can't help but laugh, a genuine, full-bellied laugh. "You always know how to make me laugh," I say, reaching down to tangle my fingers in his hair. "You have my permission."
And with that, he sets to work, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of me. I moan, my head falling back as I give myself over to the pleasure he's giving me. It's been a long time since I've felt this alive, this desired. And as I tangle my fingers in his hair, I can't help but think that this reunion was worth the wait.
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