Our First Time Since His Deployment Was Intense

After three months apart while my husband was deployed overseas, we finally had our first night back together last weekend. We barely spoke once the door closed behind him; instead, we just went straight for each other's clothes, eager to feel skin against skin again. As soon as his uniform hit the floor, I pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips and grinding down on him through our pants before he could even catch his breath. He growled and grabbed my thighs, lifting me up so that I had no choice but to let him slide inside me right then and there, without a condom or foreplay, just raw need and desire. I rode him hard, matching his thrusts as we both tried to make up for lost time with the fierce movements of our bodies. Every few moments, he’d flip us over so that I was on my back, only to roll right onto me and take control again within seconds. There wasn’t a moment where either of us slowed down or softened; it was all about the primal urge to feel one another intimately after months without. Eventually, our movements began to slow as we both approached the edge simultaneously. I could feel his heat deep inside me, and he growled my name before coming hard, spilling himself into me in a way that made us shudder together as if sharing an orgasmic connection. Afterward, we just laid there panting and staring at each other, basking in the intensity of our reunion. It was everything I’d been dreaming about since he left.