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I winced as I stood up from one of the cargo net seats of the C-17 Globemaster, my side under my Multicam uniform still causing a minor amount of tension. The gust of air from the North Carolina air refreshed my senses, the cool air sweeping through my clothes and bringing all my thoughts of home racing back to my mind. It had been a long six months, stressful and painful. My name is John Stone, I am a Special Forces Medical Sergeant with the National Guard Special Forces. For the past five years, I have served on a 12-man Special Forces ODA team. These six months had us conducting unconventional warfare far away from any of the other American units, uniquely self-sufficient and lethal. Walking back into our unit’s compound, I felt at my side, the gunshot wound I had received a month into the deployment nothing but scar tissue now, just another memory. Stowing away all of my gear and showering down, I waited for the debriefing to begin on our deployment. The Colonel was going to make this a fast one; he knew we wanted to see our families. Sitting in the conference room, being the first team member in, I let my thoughts finally drift of back home. Back to my wife, Tara. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, letting the memories take over.**** It was the first time we had ever met. It was after my first deployment to Kosovo, as a peacekeeper. Spending a year in a third-world country that was still rebuilding, with such a range of experiences and sights, I had developed and matured as a twenty-two year old man. I did not realize what was in my future, however. It was the night before Christmas and while I was returning from my military college, I had decided to do some last-minute shopping for my family. As fate would have it, I stepped into a drug store that had previously not played any important part in my life—until then. I walked in and froze in my steps—there she was. That woman was the most beautiful woman that I had ever witnessed. The smile on her face. The way her hair framed her features. The lips that I wanted against mine. The curves of her body. The way her clothes clung to her. I knew at that moment that I could not have anyone else. The rest of my life stood in front of me and she did not even realize I existed. My heart raced at an incredible pace and the adrenaline pumped through my body, knowing I was about to ask this perfect woman to just allow me to be a part of her life, even if just for a few seconds. When I finally spoke to her, we both saw that we were going to be a part bursa escort of each other’s lives for much longer than that.**** The debriefing dragged on longer than I would have liked, but it was a natural part of the job. As soon as the meeting was wrapped up, we left as a group, talking about some of the events that had transpired over the past few months and what we needed to do at home. Waving to the other operators, I got into my black Suburban, cranked the engine over, and got on the route for home double-quick. Listening to one of the love songs on the CD Tara had made me, I focused on the passing street lights. Serving in the Special Forces and carrying out the missions we did is not a natural act, not something that many can do. Even with all the painful sights and personal loss I had felt for the past few months, it slowly eased away as I drew closer to home. Seeing the mailbox in our driveway, my heart leapt into my throat, nothing mattering to me but seeing my wife again. These experiences and life-threatening moments only made me realize what was important to me in life, and it revolved around her. Steering the SUV into the driveway, I had hoped the headlights had signaled to Tara that I was home. I grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat and stepped out into the night, the bright moon shining its rays down onto our yard. As I shut the door, the main door to our house opened wide. Tara stood there in a beautiful nightgown, the same look of love on her face. This woman was my rock, she is the entity in my life that is always there for me and gives me the strength I need. For years, we had grown in each other and in God, our love had only grown exponentially over the years. In the wide spectrum of ways I could describe this woman, there is not enough in the English language to fully expose someone to what Tara is one of the most alluring women I’d ever met, radiant in everything that is joy and happiness, even in times of pain and suffering, in the times of distance. She’s enticing, she’s adorable and she’s beyond cute. Driven by this magnitude of strength she has stored in herself, the sacrifices she made while getting into her career and fighting every step of the way, the powerful desire to do right by herself and her family, a fiery force of passion that I could never hope to control, she had captivated me every step of the way. “I’m so happy to see you, babe,” she said trying not to choke up, “I’ve really missed you.” I hugged her tight, feeling that same, magical bond bursa escort bayan that we have between each other, rubbing her back sympathetically and whispered in her ear, “I’ve missed you too, honey, I’ve missed you more than you imagine.” Pulling back just the slightest bit to look into her eyes, we locked our gazes and searched each other’s eyes for the things we’ve been wanting to say for so long. I saw it, a smile crept up on her lips, mine quickly doing the same, before my hand moved up to the back of her head and through her long locks of cascading hair, pulling her lips to mine. Her full lips against mine, the familiar pull in my chest; it was the feeling that made all the pain in life more than worth the price. It was our love and our love alone. Tara ground against me as she grabbed my polo from the bottom and quickly took it off. I pulled the nightgown up her body, her raising her hands to help me get it off. I immediately stopped when her precious lips and cute little nose were exposed, but her eyes still shielded by the pink gown. I leaned in and lightly brushed my lips against hers, making her lean forward trying to sink into my lips, but I drew back and teased her. She kept at it, trying to take back my lips, but I kept close enough to only let her take in my hot breath. She was hungry, she was starved, and she needed me just as much as I needed her. I tortured her no more, I sank back into her mouth, removing the gown completely and shrugging it to the side. My manhood was pressed tightly against my jeans, Tara pressing hard against me and gyrated herself against me, slowly driving me insane. She made quick work of my belt and quickly got my jeans off, leaving me in just my briefs. I grabbed her hips and swiveled her around, pulling her close to me again, her back resting against my jutting manhood now poking out of my briefs. Unclasping her bra and letting it drop, my arms encircled her body and massaged her breasts, making her utter another low moan. Our skin rubbing together and creating this unmatched, euphoric feeling, I kissed down from the side of her face, down her neck, and finally bottoming out into the sensitive spot in her collarbone. Her neck craned to the kiss, another, more urgent moan emitting from her mouth that was only slightly parted. My right hand moved southward, moving under her black lace thong, right into the folds of her love. A louder, more intense moan escaped, her mouth opening much wider, while I continued to massage her breasts, kissing escort bursa her neck and shoulders, my right hand now delicately pleasuring her vagina. Her hips met the strokes of my hand, begging them to enter her, the wetness already beginning to soak her panties and my hand. She had to be the most downright, sexy woman I could ever hope to meet. Both my hands reached down and slipped her out of her thong, Tara stepping out of them. She turned around and quickly removed my briefs, my rock hard cock springing out in front of my body. The hungry look in her eyes of wanting me is something I can never get over. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing my hand and quickly pulling me to our bedroom, “I’m not waiting anymore, I need you now,” she growled. I missed this. I knew she wanted me, but I was getting what I had waiting on for months upon months. Slightly squatting over, I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifted her into the air causing her to let out a small yelp, and landed her on the bed, her back resting against the comforter. Her cheeks were flush with blind sexual arousal, her breathing was quickened, and did she ever turn me on. She bit her lower lip, she knew what effect that had on me. I locked my teeth ever so slightly against her bottom lip, pulling it back just enough, then letting go. Kissing her deeply again, holding her face as I did, I opened my eyes and locked gazes with her again. Her eyes were glazed over with desire–she needed it now, but I was taking my time. I kissed down her neck, down to her chest. Kissing every exposed inch of skin, I made my way down and started to suck on her nipple, massaging and kneading the other one. Switching every little bit, not showing one more attention than the other, I watched her eyes flutter as I continued to suck. Our skin rubbing against each other, my manhood pressed against her body, her juices running freely over the bed, I never found myself wanting this woman more. I kissed further down, kissing her stomach and navel, my hands roaming back up and feeling her entire body, moving down to her back and massaging, perspiration already building from the heat of her desire. Getting down to her hips, I lightly bit the sides, a sensitive area on her body that seemed to always push her over the edge. She moaned harder, letting out small words of approval at my expert work. Her breathing continued to pick up as I got closer to her womanhood. I looked at it with a small smile, trimmed up, lubricated by her body’s need for me. I kissed her thighs, working back up to my goal. I looked up and stared into her eyes, deep and full of need, waiting for me to finally give her the pleasure. I blew on her vagina, making her moan more and arch her back, desperately trying to get me to sink my tongue in.
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