I had been waiting all day for Shay to arrive back in Sleepy Hollow, where we decided to settle down. It had been a week since I had last seen him since he had left on a mission in the North Atlantic. He didn’t tell me much about it because he knew I’d worry about him.

I had prepared dinner for the two of us, since it’d be in the evening when he arrived.

It was pouring down rain as I waited. I lit the candles around the house as the sun started to set. I waited in the living room, fear racking through me. It was now eight o'clock, so I decided to change into my nightgown. I returned to the living room once I had changed.

The front door opened, and Shay walked in. He was limping, but he was doing his best not to.

I rushed to him. “Baby, Shay, what happened?”

He shook his head. “I just need to sit down.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and helped him to the dining room. He sat down in one of the chairs with a groan, and I sat down in the chair next to him.

“What happened, love?”

“It was just a dangerous mission. It backfired, and nearly all of my men were killed. Some how, a few of my men and I managed to escape.”

“Do you need anything? Medicine?”

He shook his head. “I just want you.”

“Let’s eat first, love. I’m sure you’d love actual food and not rations.”

He nodded.

I got up and walked into the kitchen. I prepared our meal that I had left over the fire so it wouldn’t get cold. I carried out meals then returned to the kitchen to get the wine and a couple of cups. I placed the cups and wine on the table, and Shay poured some wine. I sat down at the table, and we started to eat. Once we were done, I took the dishes to the kitchen and put them in the sink. I walked back out to see Shay waiting for me at the table. I joined him, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, just below my ass, and he buried his face in my stomach. His lips started to pepper kisses on my belly through the thin material of my nightgown.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said, his voice muffled.

“I’ve missed you much more than you can imagine, love.” My fingers tangled themselves into his hair.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. He started to assault my neck with kisses. “Shall we continue this in the bedroom, or in here?”

As much as I wanted to continue because I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed him. I wanted to do it in the bedroom. I didn’t want the thought of making love on the table where we ate. “The bedroom, please.” I kissed his lips.

He took my hand in his and led me to the bedroom. His limping had gotten better. Once we were in the bedroom, he shut the door. “Lay down, love.”

I did as he said and laid down on the edge of the bed. He took his coat and weapons off, but not his shirt and pants. He walked and hovered over me. He ran his hands along my sides, underneath my nightgown, savoring the touch of my skin.

“Hey, love,” I moaned. “Can I be on top this time?” I’ve always wanted to be on top when we have sex, but he had a way of distracting me and forgetting about my request.

“Yes, love.” He kissed me on the lips. His fingers latched around the short sleeves of my nightgown, and he slipped my nightgown off me. Once I was rid of it, he tossed it to the side. His hands made their way up to my breasts. His lips and teeth captured one of my nipples while one of his hands kneaded my other breast. His fingers twisted and pulled my nipple, ripping moans from my lips. I arched my back.

He was trying to distract me from my request again, but I refused to let him. “Babe, please. I want to be on top this time.”

He pulled away from my breasts to look up at me. His eyes were hungrily fixed on mine. He grinned devilishly. “Okay, love. If you insist, tell me what to do.”

I smiled in triumph. “Sit on the bed.”

He did as I commanded and got off me. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for my next move. I walked over to in front of him. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. I casted it aside to the floor. Then my hands went to his pants. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers before I pulled them down his muscular legs. He kicked them aside, and I looked at him lustfully. I leaned up and kissed him. His tongue rimmed the bottom of my lip, begging for entrance. I complied, and his tongue dove and explored my mouth.

My hands went down to his manhood and began to stroke him. He groaned into my mouth. He began to buck into my hands, begging for more.

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Shall We Continue This in the Bedroom, or in Here?

By winterwriter8845

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