"Okay, okay," he said, hands settling at her waist. "Slow down. I'm not dying."
"We don't know how long that's going to last," Vee said, glancing down at his cock.
"In case you don't know," he said, "that's not a topic we really should be having right now."
Vee smiled. "I'm sorry. I'll take it torturously slow."
He looked up at her. "That's my girl. Now. Show me how much you missed it."
She wrapped her fingers around him in up and down strokes. He exhaled a long and satisfying exhale. His head dropped back against the pillow. "Looks like you missed me too," she said, glancing up at him with a smirk.
"You have no idea. Thoughts of being inside you have been consuming me. Even at war. Especially at war."
Her strokes slowed. "Did you miss my mouth too, my Don?"
"I missed everything," he said simply. "Every single thing about you. Turn around." His hand brushed her hip. "I want to look at you."
