Six years. 312 weeks. 2184 days. Too long. At least, that's what Laura thought. It had been six years since Sam had gone off to war and he was finally coming home today. Sam--the only love and lover she'd ever known. Already she could feel her love and passion flowing for him, eager to greet him and let him feel how much she'd missed him...and how grateful she was to have him home.
For Sam, the wait had been just as tortuous. To the mockery of all his battalion, he'd stayed faithful to Laura--not an easy thing to do when you're at war for so long. He craved her companionship, her smile...her body. He knew that their reunion would be a moment they'd never forget.
It took 17 hours since he'd landed to be fully debriefed and finally head for Laura's house. If it had taken a minute longer, he was sure he'd have exploded. Finally, the cab was dropping him off at his house and he strode up the path to their door, ready to reclaim what was, and always would be, his.
Without knocking, Sam rushed in the door, only to find Laura already standing there, waiting for him in nothing but a soft, yellow sundress...his favorite. Instantly, he took her into his arms, kissing her lips softly, deeply, hungrily. His tongue traced the sweet edges of her lips, tasting their want, before it slipped between them to find her own tongue. His hands caressed up and down her back, pulling her into him, reaching down to cup her buttocks and press her against his desire.
Tenderly, Sam slid his hand up to caress the face he's loved since he first saw it, feeling Laura's kiss intensify with her love. Knowing that her need was as strong as his, Sam's hand slid back down, gliding over Laura's firm, swollen breast, teasing her hardening nipples between his fingertips.