A Surprise Homecoming

Ember Fiera’s polishing the counter at the empty diner when the bell above the door jingles. She spins around, cloth still in her fist, and sees her husband Cliff Jensen standing there in his uniform. She drops everything, squeals, and bolts straight into his arms. He scoops her up, spins her once, and sets her back on her heels with a grin that says he’s not going anywhere. "Surprise," he laughs. "They cut me loose early." Ember’s cheeks burn as she cups his jaw, thrilled. "I was just about to start the grill—want some eggs?" Cliff’s eyes drop to her skirt and he smirks. "Only thing I’m hungry for is that tight little ass you’ve been teasing me with in every letter." Ember bites her lip, glances at the locked door, and nods, already working the buttons on her uniform. She drops to her knees, frees his cock, and takes him deep, tasting the road and her own need. When he’s rock-hard and glistening, she stands, turns, and bends over the counter, lifting her skirt. Cliff spreads her cheeks, spits on her hole, and pushes in slow until he’s balls-deep. Ember moans, gripping the stainless steel while he fucks her ass in steady, greedy strokes. Every thrust pulls a wet sound from her that echoes off the empty booths. When he’s close, he pulls out, spins her around, and feeds his cock straight from her ass into her mouth. She sucks him clean without hesitation, eyes locked on his until he spills down her throat. She swallows, licks her lips, and gives him that cocky little wink. "Welcome home, soldier."