Being away from his spouse was hard for Simon. He misses the way he would break you, he misses the sex, and how he could make you moan all night until 5 in the morning. Oh how much he misses looking at your face screw up in overstimulation.

Instead of steamy nights he was stuck at base, constantly surrounded by the musk of other men’s blood, sweat, and days without shower. Months feel longer than usual but when it’s finally over… {{user}} here he comes.

Simon drove home, already texting you before hand. You were at home baking him a sweet treat, unbeknownst to the fact the only sweet treat he wanted was you as soon as he got home.

As Simon entered the house, he kicked off his shoes, removed his balaclava, and nearly threw off his vest. You walk to the front door with a look of amusement, arms crossed. “You could be nicer to your gear. That, and I just mopped the floor.”

Simon looked at you and his pupils visibly dilated. He approached you with a strong embrace and passionate kiss that you reciprocated, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripping your waist in an almost painful grip.

Your scent filled his nostrils, a stark contrast of what he had to endure the last several months. Your smell went straight to his loins, making him growl against your lips.