Homecoming

[a_libertine]

Marc cocked an eyebrow wondering where this might go and slid his hand up her legs and finger along her wet slit.

He then turned went to the bed and sat. Looking at her, he asked with a smile, "Strip tease before you crawl over and suck my cock?"

 

[sandi_grl]

God, he was going to make this a difficult study session. But did she really expect anything less of him?

"You're such a hornball." Rolling her eyes with a chuckle, she rummaged through her bag. Retrieving a few worksheets and a couple fine-tipped watercolor markers, she stood back up and faced him. "I have a test on the musculoskeletal system tomorrow, so you're going to quiz me and I'm going to label this," she pointed to the papers in her hands, "on you." Hesitating, realizing the idea didn't sound quite as sexy aloud as it did in her mind, she added, "If that's okay?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marc grinned and asked, "So, you want me to point to parts of my body and you have to identify them?"

Getting a general agreement to the concept, Marc made himself comfortable. "Sure, I can do that."

He pointed to his bicep, then quad, and then his cock, "Does this country as a muscle?"

 

[sandi_grl]

She learned over him, writing 'bicep' on his arm, 'quadricep' on his thigh, with a blue marker. She grinned, giving a slight nod with a shrug. "There's actually three muscles there, but that's not covered on the test." She poked his chest with the capped end of the marker. "Focus please."

 

[a_libertine]

Marc looked at her writings on his body and back at her sheet. Cooking an eyebrow, "Why are you wearing that hideous dress still?"

He leaned back and said, "No more probing or writing until you are as naked as I am."

 

[sandi_grl]

She tossed the marker in her hand down on the bed with a sigh. "You're so difficult," she mused, her hands working the buttons down the front of the dress before shrugging it off her shoulders. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Hands on her hips, she raised her eyebrows at him. "Happy?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marc looked at her, and as he did, his cock lengthened and thickened. Before he laid back it was standing straight to be used as a hand hold for Chelsea.

"Okay, baby," he said, "climb up here and identify a way."

 

[sandi_grl]

Chelsea climbed up on the bed next to him and sat in her knees. Leaning forward, she wrote on his shoulder next to his neck. "Trapezius." Continuing to the slope of his shoulder, "Deltoid." The marker skipped over a scar, now a silvery white in hue. She paused, remembering this one. Her mom cleaning it up in the kitchen, caused by his father throwing a whiskey glass at him.

Moving on, she wrote on his chest. "Pectoral." looking at his torso, she noted another scar, this one still having the faintest pink tint to it. Brushing her fingers over it, blue eyes looking up at him. "What's this one from?"

 

[a_libertine]

Chelsea touched the scar just below his nipple on the right side of his torso. Images of an explosion, a roadside IED ripping apart the humvee in front of his. Forty feet separated him from an early grave.

The pieces of shrapnel tearing apart the humvee he was in, both he and the driver taking some damage.

He looked up and said, "A roadside bomb in the desert ."

He blinked his eyes a time or two, "You probably don't want more details than that."

He looked at her and ordered, "Kiss me, baby."

 

[sandi_grl]

Chelsea watched his face as he processed the question. A shadow came over him and his eyes glazed over, just for a moment. Then he was back. Her chest tightened at his words. She knew it was dangerous in the middle east, but now knowing for certain that he was in the middle of it all...

She bent forward, doing as told, and kissed him. Several times.

"You're safe now," she whispered, pulling back just slightly to look down at him. She wasn't sure what compelled her to say those words, but she wanted him to know nonetheless.

 

[a_libertine]

Marc looked up at Chelsea and nodded. "That's what you say. You're more dangerous than a pack of insurgents. "

He ran a hand along her thigh, caressing it slowly. The feel of her skin in his hands had an amazing calming effect on him. Memories of the last couple days flood his mind, and his penis. He quipped, "Do your homework little girl so I can give you your tip."

 

[sandi_grl]

"I'm not little," she sassed. She scrunched her nose at him with a smirk before giving him another quick kiss and going back to what she'd been doing.

After labeling a few more muscles on his front, having to be corrected on the two forearm muscles she'd gotten confused with each other, she sat back on her heels and twirled her finger at him. "Alright, roll over." She had to admit, she was having fun writing on him.

 

[a_libertine]

Marc rolled over on the bed laying face down. He decided helping Chelsea with homework was turning into quote the past timeight, and found himself hoping there was an extensive section on human sexuality.

Tucking the pillow under his head, Marc assumed a spread eagle position. "I hope the pen you are using washes off easily, but not so easily I have to buy this nasty blanket."

 

[sandi_grl]

"I can wash it at home if it's that big of a deal."

She sat back and let her eyes wander over him for a few short moments, enjoying the view. Writing on his upper back, near his spine. "Trapezius again." Moving to his left lat. "Latissimus dorsi..." Another scar she didn't know. She ran her fingers along the length of it, this one much more substantial than the scar on his front. "Is this from.... The same thing?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marc wiggled as she ran her finger along the knife scar oh his back. He had earned that one the good old fashioned way, being stupid.

"I was on patrol and we got a call for domestic dispute. The way stuck a steak knife there while I was propelling her husband out the door. Stupid really."

She was making her way down his back, each word a little more exciting than the last. Something about the attention on him that was necessary for the project. Turning his head, "My ass on the list?"

 

[sandi_grl]

With a grin, she wrote on his left ass cheek, "Gluteus," and the right, "Maximus."

She capped the marker, figuring that was enough torture for him for the night. She patted his butt before stretching out to lay next to him on her stomach. "Alright, we're done for the night."

 

[a_libertine]

Marc laid a hand on her pert ass aND let his fingers travel around for a moment. He discovered that Chelsea was already excited, her juices readily available to his finger.

He moved behind her and pulled her hips up until knee to hip was perpendicular to the bed. "Leave your head, shoulders, and as much of your torso that you can flat on the bed."

He placed his knees outside of hers, then slowly pressed his cock into her. It was a five Mississippi stroke in, wanting to feel every bit of her as she absorbed his cock. It was another five Mississippi withdrawl, before the long in stroke again.

 

[sandi_grl]

It had been all she could do to stay focused as Marc allowed her to use his body to study. Every time she had leaned forward to write the terms on him, she wanted to follow with her mouth, to kiss his skin, taste him. Every part of her craved him.

As his fingers traveled her ass and then down to her wetness, she let out a content sigh. She pressed her chest down into the bed as best as she could once he'd pulled her up on her knees, much like the puppy pose for yoga, doing as told. Chelsea bit her lip as he took her, torturously slow. As he pressed forward once more, she pushed her hips back.

 

[a_libertine]

Marc hooked his thumbs in Chelsea's ass crevasse, the tips tantalizingly close to her rosy bud. He maintain the long slow strokes in and out, trying to determine just how long he could go before he lost patience with himself.

Every now and then, he swatted one ass cheek or the other. Not hard, but enough to make it jiggle prettily nonetheless. Eventually though, each cheek turned pink, first a light blush then darkening.

 

[sandi_grl]

With soft sighs of satisfaction, Chelsea closed her eyes and absorbed all the sensations. Each slow thrust, him filling her, completing her. Her nipples aching as they rubbed on the blanket just barely with each move. His hands on her ass, thumbs so very close to the forbidden hole.

Though not very hard, each smack of his hand made her skin tingle. They soon had her edging on the brink of climax, which surprised her some, a small moan resulting from each strike.

 

[a_libertine]

Marc tried to get fancy, a five Mississippi back stroke while pushing Chelsea away, then an instantaneous in stroke while tugging her to him. After the first one he saw stars and an almost overwhelming immediate need to cum.

"Oh fuck, " he groaned.

He started hammering her fast, nothing slow or tender in his finale, merely sheer animalistic rotting, with one goal, mutual satisfaction

 

[sandi_grl]

She winced as he pulled her all the way back against him, the forward thrust bordering on the line of pleasure and pain.

With the sudden change in pace, efforts increasing tenfold, her ass stung with each smack! of his hips against the red skin. "Oh God..." Her hands gripped the bedding on either side where her head lay. "Cum baby, cum..." she breathed, almost whispered.

 

[a_libertine]

He didn't need anymore encouragement than that. His hips fired back and forth as fast as he could make them go. His balls slapped back and forth with perspiration flying everywhere.

The wet sounds of their coupling were music to his ears and in moments he growled low and hungrily, "now..."

 

[sandi_grl]

He didn't need to tell her twice. Her body shook under his hands, muscles contracting around his cock, milking him. She pulled at the bedding beneath her, moaning loudly as the orgasm crashed through her.

Chelsea's breathing finally started to slow as she came back down from the high he gave her. She let herself slide forward on the bed, hips dropping forward, causing him to slide and pop! out of her. "Wow."

 

[a_libertine]

Marc looked down and saw his palm prints all over her ass. A rosy color that Marc discovered he liked a lot. He rubbed his hand over her ass cheeks tenderly.

"Baby," he started, for a second unsure of how to proceed. "It felt like you... enjoyed it when I spanked you."

He paused a moment, and could not quite keep the hopefulness out of his voice as he asked, "Did you enjoy it?"