46. He’s home

Amanda

I grasped the bedsheets, my back arching, legs shaking, breath shaky. Holding my vibrator right against my clit, I squeezed my eyes closed and imagined Ryan here with me, his fingers rubbing small, torturous circles around my clit, his breath in my ear, his stubble tickling my neck.

All those small sensations that I missed for the last ten months he’d been gone in the military.

Pressure rose in my core, and I let out a soft moan, pinching my nipple between my fingers. God, I wanted nothing more than for him to come home, for him to rip off his uniform, toss me onto the bed, and make sweet love to me.

Higher and higher, I felt myself about to tip over the edge. So close. So fucking close. My toes curled, and—

Someone knocked on the front door. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, trying to ignore the knock and to lose myself in more distant memories of him. His crew-cut dark brown hair, those even darker brown eyes staring down at me as he pumped into me slowly.

“Fuck,” I wh