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a little.
    “Henry,” I said, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were turning white. “Not right now.”
    “Yes now.”
    “Wait till we get home.”
    “I’ve waited long enough. Pull over.”
    I squeezed my legs together to keep his hands from moving but those damned delicious fingers kept flicking upwards. I tried to remain relaxed to fight off the impending orgasm, but months of deprivation had made me so desperate that my muscles clenched around his fingers on their own accord.
    “Do you really want your first time back in a tiny car, on a dirt road?” I asked, finding it hard to catch my breath. It’s a wonder I even managed to keep my foot on the pedal at all. This was dangerous.
    “I don’t care. I just want to bury myself inside you.”
    I groaned at his words. I was so close.
    An exit came into view and I swerved into it, the last of my resolve completely gone. Half a mile off the highway, I parked in the lot of an abandoned gas station in a heavily wooded area.
    As soon as I set the gear into park, Henry grabbed my hips and pulled me up and over the center console. I performed a minor miracle by straddling his large body in the passenger seat of my narrow Prius. His hands roamed everywhere, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as he ravaged me with kisses. My fingers made swift work of undoing his pants and I gripped his shaft, guiding the tip to my entrance. His hands gripped my hips, urging me to take him all at once, but I took my time sliding down, relishing the feel of him stretching me once again.
    “Elsie,” he whispered against my neck. He groaned when he was all the way in. Henry was home.
    He lifted my shirt up and unclasped my bra, burying his face in my breasts. “I love you,” he said through a mouthful of nipple.
    I grasped the back of his head and kissed him roughly as I slid up and down on his thick shaft. I ground my hips into his and experienced a brand new sensation that quickly sent me reeling towards the edge. Henry grasped my hips once more and took control, slamming me onto his lap over and over.
    I threw my head back and came with a force that took my breath away, waves of pleasure streaking through the very center of me.
    A few strokes later Henry gave a shout, his rear lifting up off the seat as he climaxed.
    We sat there panting, his face still pressed against my chest. “I can’t believe I lived without that for so long,” he said against my pounding heart.
    All I could do was nod in agreement. We’d survived.
     
    ~
     
    Beth said that when Sam came home from his first deployment it was as if nothing had changed, but the moment Henry walked into our apartment, he looked out of place. He dropped his bags by the front door and ventured into the living room with a bewildered look on his face.
    “Something’s changed,” he said with a frown.
    “What? I haven’t moved anything.” I’d purposefully kept things as they were, partly because I wanted to preserve his memory and partly because I didn’t want him to feel like a stranger in his own home.
    He walked over to the mantle and picked up a new picture frame, the only thing that had changed in the entire place. “This is new,” he said, gazing at the picture of him, Jason, and me when we’d gone skiing in Colorado a few years ago.
    “I’ve always loved that one,” I said, walking over and hugging him from behind. “I figured we needed some pictures around here.”
    He put down the frame and grasped my hands closer to his chest as he took a deep breath. “It’s so weird to be back here.”
    I pressed my cheek against his back, taking in his scent. “It feels good from this angle.”
    He turned in my arms with a wicked smile. “Let’s see if my bed feels the same,” he said and lifted me up off my feet. I felt lightheaded as he carried me into his room and laid me on his bed. His eyes roamed all over me, taking me in like a blind man who can see again. He began to unbutton his grey ABU