Her house smelled like lemons. That was the first thing I noticed as I stepped into the small house where Tabitha had grown up. The outside was rundown, which was not surprising in this neighborhood, and it was small. But it smelled amazing inside.

Pretty much everything Tabby touched smelled good.

I looked around the cramped living room. It was neatly organized and sparkling clean, but out of date with a floral sofa and chair with doilies on the arm rests. You could tell an old lady had lived here for a long time.

There were no signs that a young girl had lived here, though it was obvious Tabby had been busy. There were boxes along one wall, and what looked like shipping supplies.

That's when it hit me.

She was really leaving.

Leaving this town, and unless I was smart, leaving me.

Not on my watch, dammit.

"Sorry about the mess."

I shook my head.

"It's not messy at all."

"Oh, it is. There are boxes and stuff. I'm just trying to get organized. And make sure I keep the stuff that really mattered to Gran. Things to remember her by."

I watched her hungrily as she shrugged out of her coat. Her plain old shirt stretched over her glorious tits as she pulled off her scarf. She leaned forward and draped it carefully over the back of a chair. Everything she did was so deliberate, so mindful. I let my eyes wander down her long legs and back up again to that delicious ass of hers.

I can't lie, I was wondering if it would be rude to try and fuck her on that old lady couch. It didn't look comfortable but I wasn't sure I could wait for the grand tour.

"Meeeerrrre!"

"Speaking of cranky old things my Gran loved..." She bent down and scratched a scrawny looking kitty behind the ears. I watched as it strolled over to me and immediately leaned into my leg, rubbing itself all over me.

"That's weird. She never does that."

"Animals love me."

It was true. In the service the dogs went nuts when I walked by. It drove the kennel masters crazy. Something about pheromones, most likely.

"Not me. This ungrateful thing only likes me when there is food or body heat involved." She stood there awkwardly while I scratched the cat's head. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No. Do you?"

She bit her lip.

"Do you want to sit down?"

I looked at the couch and back at her.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"How far away your bed is."

"Oh."

The truth was, I wasn't even patient enough to wait for the couch. I reached out for her and pulled her against my chest. I moaned as I felt her curves melt into me.

"Tabby..."

Her voice was shaky when she answered me.

"The bedroom is- just down here."

"Okay. Good." I nodded, relieved she wasn't being too coy about this. "Lead the way."

I followed her down the hallway to a small, almost austere room. There was a picture of a waterfall above the bed, which was covered with a faded pink quilt. No photos. Not the kind of room I imagined a teenage Tabby growing up in.

But that thought barely even registered. Because we were here. In her bedroom. The place I'd fantasized about a thousand times growing up.

Over the past month or so too.

I smiled at her and shut the door behind me. The bed was a twin, but that was fine. She wasn't big. Well, except for her-

"Gabe!"

She squealed as I grabbed her without warning. I was on her in a heartbeat, my hands guiding us both down to the bed. I didn't have time to be polite about this. I needed her.

Now.

"Hmmm... take this off..."

I tugged at her button down insistently. She blinked at me while I worked on her shoes. If she worked on the top, and I started on the bottom, she would be naked faster.

That was the kind of planning we learned in the military. Divide and conquer. Seek and destroy.

Allocate assets where needed.

And I needed those assets. ASAP.

She unbuttoned her shirt and I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of the lace peeking out from underneath. If she ever started wearing fancy lingerie, I might not survive it.

She was already so sexy. So beautiful. So perfect.

And she was mine.

I grinned as her fuzzy little boots hit the floor. Then I was crawling up her body, tugging at her jeans. I kissed her soft belly as I pulled the jeans open, grinning wickedly at her as I gently slid them down. Her shirt was open but she'd left her bra on. I knew she was shy so I didn't say anything.

She wouldn't be shy with me for long.

Then I was on her, my chest pressing down against those luscious breasts of hers.

"Jesus Tabby... you drive me crazy..."

She gasped as I slid one hand between our bodies to stroke her through her panties. "Do you like that Tabby?" She nodded breathlessly as I teased her puffy little lips through the thin cotton.

"Hmmmfff... so soft... take the rest off."

Her eyes were closed as she lay there, still way too covered up for my liking. I needed to see those tits of hers. I wanted to bury my face in her softness and never come out again.

She blushed as she helped me pull the rest of her clothes off of her.

"The first thing I'm going to do when I can walk again is take you up against a wall."

Her eyes got wide and I could tell I had shocked her. I thought she might scold me, or tell me she wasn't going to be around much longer. But she bit her lip instead.

"Well, it's important to have goals."

I let out a startled laugh. She always surprised me. I had a feeling Tabby would keep me on my toes for years to come.

Then she unclasped her bra and I swear I could see heaven as her glorious breasts spilled out. She was only wearing one bra this time. I was glad, but only because it took less time for her to get naked.

My eyes were glued to her chest as I cupped her luscious mounds in both hands. She filled my big palms, and then some. I moaned and gently squeezed them, then lowered my head to get a taste.

I lost myself in her breasts, kneading and stroking and sucking them. If my cock hadn't been so desperate to get out of my pants, I could have spent hours just playing with her delicious body.

As it was, my dick had other ideas.

I groaned and lifted my head, staring down at her as I kicked my shoes off. It was impossible to chose what to do next. Touch her, taste her or take her. I wanted it all, and all at the same time.

I reminded myself that we had all night.

She couldn't exactly sneak out of her own house.

So I started with my lips.

I kissed my way up her body as I unfastened my jeans. I got them open and left them that way. That way it would be easy to free the beast when the time came.

I had to make Tabby come first. In fact, my plan was to make her so delirious with pleasure, she'd never think about leaving me again.

I paused, realizing what I'd just thought. I wanted her for the long-term. I knew that. But it was becoming evident that I wanted even more than that.

I wanted forever.

I was going to marry Tabitha Peterson.

I slid her silky thighs apart and started feasting on my future wife.