Page 37 of Wintering with George

That just made him laugh harder.

“You think what, that we’ll just live in our house⁠—”

“Our house,” he repeated with a sigh.

“—with our stupid dogs and our annoying cat⁠—”

“Our dogs, our cat,” he murmured, hugging me tight.

“—and just what? Be happy and whatever?”

“Yes,” he said, and I saw he was crying and laughing now. “We’ll be so happy. And you’re going to look really good with a wedding ring.”

I had to argue. I had to. It was my default setting. “You hate it when I’m deployed.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But that’s because I worry. If you check in with me, I’ll be okay. And when you can’t, I’ll look at my ring and think of you and be okay until you get word to me.”

“You—”

“I don’t want to change you, and I don’t want you to try and change me. I fell in love with the sarcastic, annoying, disciplined man that you are, and⁠—”

“Annoying?”

He scoffed. “Yes, dear. So annoying. But that’s okay because I’m no picnic either. I know I’m exacting and compulsive and have to have everything a certain way, but I’ve found I don’t mind bending for you.”

I grinned before I could stop myself. “Yeah, I know you like bending for me.”

His chuckle was filthy.

“Are you hungry?” I asked quickly, my mouth dry.

“Yes,” he said, getting off the stool and walking toward the stairs without looking back at me. “Come with me.”

“I need to remind you that your food is in the oven.”

“Leave it,” he ordered, and started up.

I was behind him quickly, and by the time he reached the top of the stairs, he was running, with me right on his heels.

The door to the bedroom was thrown open, and he rushed across the floor toward the bed while I made sure the door was securely locked.

He was naked by the time I reached him, just standing there, waiting for me, his cock already hard.

“You missed me,” I said, taking gentle hold of his erection, stroking him, feeling the warmth of his skin in my hand.

“I put lube in your nightstand,” he croaked out. “Could you get it, please?”

“You don’t want me to suck this for you?” I teased him, stroking him firmly, aided by the slick precum slowly leaking from the wide head.

“I love that,” he gasped as I squeezed him tight for a moment before continuing to work his flesh in my grip. “I love seeing your beautiful blue eyes get all dark, and when you’re done, your lips are all red and puffy, and watching you swallow is just—but right now I just want us to be this one thing because you love me and you said it and please…please.”

I knew what he wanted, he’d told me earlier, so I let him go, stripped out of my clothes, and went to the nightstand for the lube. Once I had it, I tore back the covers, dropped down onto the bed, and stopped him with my hand from joining me.

“George,” he whined.

“Wait,” I whispered, popping open the tube and slathering my cock, which was rock hard and leaking just as much as his was.

“I don’t want to wait,” he said, and I was chuckling as he got on the bed and crawled over to me. “Are you ready now?” he asked, like he was put out. “Can we start?”