Mail Call!: Returned to Sender📨
Here's the sequel to Letter of Lust ya'll! I'm so happy yall loved it as much as I did. Also translations at the bottom! 😊
Smoke returns home from war and makes good on his promises to fulfil his woman.
“Elijah…. Th-the door, baby. Folks gonna see us!”
“Fuck ‘em. Let ‘em know I’m home. Let ‘em know I’m finna eat.”
Smoke returns home and makes good to fulfil his woman’s needs.
Even though the newspapers say that the war is over, Annie is still missing her soldier. It had been a month and not a word, or a letter or a token had been sent her way. It makes her work her root harder in worry, extending that part of her soul out just a tad more to hopefully cover even more of her man. Annie pulls her time piece out of her pocket, holds it close to her ear and sighs to hear it still ticking steadily.
It is the gift that Elijah sent to her after his first six months in deployment; he had written that it was to make up for how short or sloppy his letters may be. It is a classy and simple pocket watch, silver and white gold with ivy detailing around the border and a capital cursive A engraved on the back. As soon as it was in her hands she tied a red thread around the winding knob and called for eyes upon him. As long as it ticked, she knew Elijah's heart was beating.
Annie sighs and settles the watch on her vanity then returns to stripping out of the rest of her jewelry and clothes of the day. She gets the fourth button of her dress loose when a sharp creak from her porch step catches her ear. Annie grabs her straight blade and starts to the front door, with a quick whisper to her ancestors for strength before she swings her door open with a hard glare in her eyes.
Annie’s blade drops to the ground at the sight in front of her.
His uniform shirt is neat but sweat soaks around the collar and the jacket rests in the crook of his elbow. His deployment bag is at his feet and a bundle of pink lilies and roses clutched in his thick fist that starts to tremble at the sight of her. Smoke’s other hand was poised to knock, it instead reaches forward and cups Annie’s cheek as he steps on to the threshold of her home.
“Damn, can’t a man at least knock?” He tries to joke, but his voice is thick with emotion and his eyes go watery. Annie grasps his hand so it presses against her skin and she can feel how warm blooded and alive her man is.
“Ife mi! O ṣeun fun fifun ifẹ mi pada.” Annie breathes, as tears start to flow from her eyes and she kisses the palm of Smoke’s hand. She feels his trembling thumb rub the tears back into her skin for a moment as a look of awe fills his eyes. Annie swallows while bringing her hands up to the sides of his neck, a sigh of relief is shared between them when she presses in and feels Smoke’s pulse under her fingertips.
Strong, steady, lovely and alive. Her Elijah was alive and well and back with her at last.
Smoke melts at such softness and care. Both of them close their eyes as their forehead gently meets and they share a deep breath together. Annie breathes in the smell of him, eucalyptus soap and cedar. Smoke takes a deep pull of her scent all floral, herbal and citrus.
Instantly the man tosses the bouquet and jacket to the side so he can surge forward, both of his hands slip forward to hold her face. Smoke locks Annie into a deep and feverish kiss.
The urgency and power of his strong steps forces Annie to step back as well, her hands slip down from his neck to grasp onto his firm biceps to anchor herself and kiss back just as passionately. Both hum, then moan between the smack of their lips and bump of their noses until finally Annie has to pull back for air.
“Elijah!” she cries, cheer coloring her breathless pants and Smoke gives her his signature shy grin. Annie hums to see a peak of gold on the left side of his mouth.
“Annie. Oh my Annie.” he says back, his hands raking down her sides until they rest in their rightful places on her hips. Smoke kisses into her neck like a teasing schoolboy and Annie giggles as his mustache tickles her hot skin. Smoke pauses to kiss her cheek with a wet smack, “Need err’ part of ya.” He groans in her ear with a tooth grazing her lobe.
Smoke starts at Annie’s temple with a tender shallow brush of lips, another faint kiss to the apple of her cheek, both of them chuckle as he pecks her nose. Finally Smoke comes back to her mouth, Annie moans as she takes the taste of tobacco and mint off his tongue once more. Annie grips a fistful of his shirt in each hand as Smoke takes his time to explore her mouth; tongue to tongue, teeth clashing, her bottom lip bit gently then soothed wetly.
Annie’s brows furrow for a moment, her hands go to his belt in a desperate and clumsy attempt to loosen it before Smoke has her eyes rolling back. Smoke lets off her lips to start trailing those kisses down her chin, then down the front of her throat. Annie gives a whiny choke when Smoke presses deep kisses onto the tender and sensitive flesh, lips sucking in time with her pulse until he is right over her heart pressing in a hickey.
Annie hisses, clutching the leather of his belt then hums in pleasure when Smoke’s hands leave her hip to cup each of her breasts in his wide hands. He presses his callous thumbs in, then circles her nipples until he teases them hard through the linen of her daydress.
Smoke goes back to licking the sweat off her throat as his hand yanks down through the rest of her buttons and the breeze of the room hits her bare front. Annie gasps at the coolness, her hands going limp at her sides and Smoke surges the two of them back until Annie is forced to sit in the plush armchair in the living room. Smoke stands solid and triumphant between her thick quaking thighs.
Annie licks the sweat off her upper lip with lustful eyes at the heavy bulge tenting through his uniform trousers, her hand shoots forward and grasps it firmly. Smoke moans to the ceiling at her heavenly touch, slowly she rubs Smoke’s dick through fabric as if trying to sense each part of it by touch. Her nails trace faintly across his balls and Smoke’s bucking makes her mouth water for the girth of him to grace her throat.
She can only get his belt unbuckled when Smoke abruptly grabs her hand and bends down to start kissing her fingers tips. Annie smiles and tries to pull her hand away but Smoke keeps trailing kisses up the back of it. He then turns her hand and presses his lush lips to the pulse point of her wrist. Going from a bend to a kneel Annie watches Smoke descend down until he kneels between her legs and leaves a hickey on her inner elbow.
Annie’s other hand cups the back of his head, massaging through his rough curls. A giddy heat fills her belly to know that he had forsaken his brother’s plea for a haircut to get back to her quicker.
That heat drops to her pelvis as his lips smoothly go from her arm to burying his face in her lap. Smoke uses his nose and a massage to the back of her knees to gently pry her thighs further apart so he can praise the plump flesh with wet kisses. With a teasing tongue he starts at the middle of her thighs. Giving each one a peppering of kisses and light bites, his hand firmly rubbing up and down her outer thighs until his hands grasp the soft flesh of her hips.
It’s only for a minute before impatience to satisfy a craving, that only a musk covered scarp of her nightgown barely satiated, fills Smoke. Annie whimpers, throwing her head back as he kisses her lower lip with a suckling peck before his tongue drags through the crease made by the meeting of her pussy’s pouch and inner thigh. Annie bucks forward as Smoke’s nails dig crescent into the meat of her hips and her right leg is swiftly mounted onto his shoulder.
The breeze outside loudly jingles her windchimes on the porch and Annie goes wide-eyed to see she was staring at glittering blue glass and the purple clouds of a sunset through her open front door. A spike of concern and a sense of indecency fills Annie in that moment. She tries to slow her man down by bringing her legs together just to grunt as Smoke forces them to stay open with a new strength that Annie knew promised to wreck her.
She’s only able to cup the side of his head with a shaky hand, gently pulling at his ear for his attention; she is nearly sent off course again as he teases open her folds with a finger.
“Elijah…. Th-the door, baby. Folks gonna see us!”
“Fuck ‘em. Let ‘em know I’m home. Let ‘em know I’m finna eat.” Smoke speaks into her pussy, words husky in arousal.
“Th-the cha-air?” she tries to argue and she flinches with a whine as he brashily slap her tender pussy with his hand. As if to punish that wild thought of modesty.
“Imma getcha a throne. Just be good ‘n fuck dis face, baby.”
Smoke’s minty breath puffing over her core causes Annie to jitter. Her hands clutch the arms of the chair as his nose opens her and he can wrap his tongue around the pearl of her pussy with a sweet suck.
“Orun ran mi lowo!” Annie whines aloud as Smoke’s tongue coax a heat to fill her belly and she fuck his face back in turn. Smoke peers up at her, nose to beard wet with her juices paired with a lustful glint in his eyes as he forces her to watch two fingers disappear into her body.
“Emi ni idahun re.” he whispers to her clit, flicking that pearl at the end of each word. Annie’s eyes go teary as he holds them in a stare and gives a wide lick over the front of her coozs before swallowing into her again.
Smoke’s free hand squeezes his leaking dick tightly as Annie's breathless moans excite him. Her pussy rewards him with a juicy squirt that nearly chokes him, yet he swallows and dives his fingers faster into her to coax out more. Smoke finally shakes his belt completely open then pulls down the long zipper of his trousers letting his dick spring free. He’s rock hard and quickly he starts to stoke himself to the taste of his Annie.
“Right ‘ere Poppa, ri-ri, fuck! I can’t stop- ya gotta-her so wet! Elijah! Poppa!” Annie pleads. She bucks when Smoke groans vibrates within her as she tightly grips his curls in one hand. Annie faintly catches on to the obscene slick sound of Smoke jerking himself but it quickly fades away as he curls his finger in a special way to set a coil off in her belly.
“Fuck! I’m gon- I gonna-”
Annie can’t spit out her words past the crying moan as her orgasm crashes upon her and she floods Smoke’s face with the result. Her hand presses his head in deep, her thighs trap him still as she cums, yet her man powers though steadily pressing that button and slurping down every drop her coozs gave him.
Smoke brings his head up with his face dipping, beads of cum and salvia drip through his beard to sprinkle over Annie’s shivering thighs. Her man wipes his face roughly with his free hand then groans as her wets his dick with it leaning back so he she can watch. Annie bites her lips in at the sight of his throbbing and leaking dick bouncing in his hand as he braces himself to stand up.
Annie strikes forward, her hand snatches into his shirt collar. Smoke gasps as her tight fist rips off the top two buttons when she drags him up and into her face. Smoke has to brace himself on the arms of the chair to not fall over her and Annie uses the angle to her advantage.
Their lips crash into one another once more. Annie licks herself off his gums and Smoke chases into her mouth further to get it back. The smack of their lips nearly distracts her from her goal but the hot wet tip of his dick pokes her navel and Annie drags her hand down to it.
“Wait. Baby.” Smoke pleads breathlessly and Annie shakes her head before kissing into his ear as her hand gripes the base of his shaft. Her middle finger curls between his balls before cupping them with a gentle squeeze that makes Smoke hiss and shake his head in disbelief. He pants as he tries to snatch back from her but grunts when Annie bites his ear lobe in reprimand before her soft hand firmly grips his velvety girth and starts to stoke him.
“Dontcha snatch a’way from me! I been missing that dick, poppa. It ain’t fair you getta taste and I can’t even getta feel.” she grits into his ear before kissing under it and placing her share of hickies onto him. Annie runs her hands through the pool in her lap slicking her hand up before going back to jacking his dick. Her gut clenches every time the head of it pokes her belly and Smoke can’t help but whimper while his eyes roll at her touch.
“Please! I’m already leakin’, Ann. Let me put it in ya.” Smoke whines as he finally staggers to a stand. Before he can try to control the situation once more, Annie scoots forward in the chair! She grabs his hips to force hims still and steady letting his dick tap against her lips and chin as he stabilizes. Smoke looks down in awe at the scene; Annie’s wet and dark doe-like eyes stare him down lustfully, her lips glossed and puffy, her damp tiddies heaving with laborious breath. The pink of her tongue darts out and licks along the curve of him, teasing that vein on the side of his member just as her letters promised to do.
“Shit.” he whispers as Annie gives his leaking tip a sloppy kiss before taking him down her throat with a heavy gulp. Smoke throws his head back with a groan, hands grasping the afros puffs on either side of her head. He hissing out random cuss words, the nigga couldn’t think of a coherent sentence at all in answer to her actions.
Annie uses her nails to scratch into his hip then down the V of his pelvis until they brace against the front of his thighs while her head nods on him. Annie lets up until Smoke’s shaft is halfway out her mouth before swallowing back down to the base with a wet suck. It only takes a minute of this before his dick jumps with need and the movement choke Annie as he bucks.
“Nah, dontcha choke now. You wanted dis.” Smoke tries to tease, he croaks out a chuckle when Annie swats the back of his thigh then quickens her soul snatching pace. Annie’s glare gives him a mild warning before they close once again, tears pearling out the corners, her man was rich tasting in her mouth.
Smoke goes to speak but is shut up by her humming on him. Annie pulls him out her mouth slowly with the vibrato until his dick drags fully out of her mouth with a plop. Her lips enclose his tip, tongue swirling his head like a honey flavored sucker.
Smoke cums with a guff shout that echoes out the open door. His only warning is a sharp jerk forward and twisting of Annie’s afro puffs. Annie opens her mouth wide as he nuts over her face and chest, licking it off both lips before swallowing his seed.
“Sorry poppa… I needed that real bad.” Annie says light with a flutter of her eyelashes when peers up at him and Smoke can’t help but cup her face in his steady hands.
He kisses her forehead, “Dontcha ever apologize for your needs, baby. Never to me, just let me get em for ya. C’mon gotta get to bed.” Smoke says gruffly, Annie yelps then giggles as he bends down and sweeps her up in a princess carry. She tightly hugs around shoulders and tries to balance them so he will set her feet down. Smoke scoffs and dips her the opposite way with a playful kiss.
“Elijah! You ain’t gotta show off.” Annie laughs before humming in approval at the feel of his thick and firm chest.
“Imma show ya something ‘ight. Mrs. Moore.” Smoke rambles as he finally kicks her front door close and takes her back to the bedroom.
“I ain’t tired!” Annie warns. Smoke gives her a quick kiss as he settles her on the mattress. She pulls the rest of her dress off, tossing it to the floor and leaving herself completely bare in front of him. Smoke eyes survey every part of her, taking in every inch of her rich and soft skin hungry makes his jaw flex to bite into her tender flesh.
“Who da fuck said a word ‘bout sleepin’ ? Just lay there and breathe, let me get this dick ready for ya.” he tells her.
Now it is Annie's turn to observe him, his brown had gotten darker from the harsh sun of war, nicks on his shoulders and chest from scrapes and grazes of close calls in combat. Where his muscles were once lean fitting, they had thickened, filled and firmed from his time half way across the world. Smoke’s dick starts to twitch and Annie hums as she goes to turn over on all fours (their usual position), Smoke stalks onto bed like a lion on the hunt and rolls her onto her back.
“Nah, I gotta see that face of yours. Pictures ain’t doing it no mo.” Smoke declares as he nudges her legs open. Annie grunts in surprise then moans as he folds one of her legs to her chest and wraps the other around his waist.
Smoke settles on top of her, kissing her deep and slow while his limp dick lays against her pussy in preparation. The two lovers make out for a minute Annie rubs him down where she can, noting every ridge of muscle and scar under her finger tips. Finally, her hands rest on the sides of his neck again, feeling his strong pulse and the coarse black cord of the mojo bag on him. Annie sighs in relief as she feels Smoke’s dick harden and bob once again, the tip of it slides across her lower belly before pulling off then slowly entering into her.
Inch by inch, until all seven and a half inches stretches her open with tight fulfillment. God, can Annie still take him? It had been so long, had her pussy forgotten him? Once Smoke bottoms out, he’s moaning in her face and Annie devoured it.
“Ya so tight Annie, ya grippin me. God I missed ya.” He mutters into her ear pulling out a few inches then trusting back in. They cry out together as the headboard thumps the wall. Smoke gives her three more slow, deep thrusts that keep him pressed into her chest before shaking his head and quickening the pace. Desperate to hear the sounds of her hips slapping his.
Annie moans out, yes’es and Oh’s of pleasure puff out her lips for him. One hand stays laid against the side of his neck while the other hands grips the sheets in a tight fist. Smoke places his hands over hers, forcing Annie’s fingers to splay out so he can hold it in place for her.
“Gonna have to measure ya fingers, get em fitted for a ring. You my wife now. Ya know that?” Smoke declares, words barely louder than the creak of the bed.
“Ye-yessss, s-s-ir” Annie sputters before her mouth stretches out in a silent cry of pleasure. Smoke bites that wet bottom lips of Annie’s, digging her knee further into her chest so he can hit that spot in her again.
“Gonna build ya a shop, can’t have no dusty ass niggas up in my house smellin’ my woman. They don’t needa know how good this pussy is.” Smoke states again, looking into Annie's eyes and smirking as they roll back before she can register the hunger in his.
“Yes-s-s! ‘Lijah! Right… right there Poppa! This hooch all yours.” Annie gasps, tears streak from her eyes as her core tightens and she starts to flood over his dick. Smoke falters for a moment with a moan at the slickness, he locks in pressing both her knees up toward her chest. In and out. In and out. In and out, Annie is dragged over the sheets until one corner pops off the mattress barely stopped from folding in by the pillows.
Smoke shakes his head as he watches her cream on him, the puddle left under them as he dick disappears inside her and reappears glistening from her juices.
“Imma blessed man looking at this shit baby. This tight puss, wettin’ ma dick. Ya so damn beautiful."
“Elijah!” Annie cries out, her back arching off the bed as she cums again, her thighs twist to lock him in, the blocked action makes her shake in pleasure. Her hands tighten dangerously around the sides of his neck and Smoke gulps for breath at the high of her choke hold on him. Her pussy grips just as firmly and it’s her man’s undoing.
He drills once. Twice. Three times before bowing over her with a deep, bassy roar as he nuts deep within her. His hips trust with sloppy jerks as he spills inside her.
“Elijiah!” Annie cries out as he lays into her breast, Smoke muffles her whines with a deeply pressed kiss. They both sigh in love, Smoke resting his head on her collar bone and kissing over the mark he left over her heart. He presses his ear to it and prays to it, giving thanks to Annie for her loving soul. For giving him stability in a way that was unreal.
Annie rubs the side of his head with a euphoric and exhausted smile on her face.
“I’m so glad ya home, my love. I worked every root I had for this moment.” Annie whispers after a while and Smoke chuckles with tears in his eyes at the declaration. He shuffles up so they are face to face.
“Thank you for being my home, Annie.”
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1: Ife mi! O ṣeun fun fifun ifẹ mi pada.
Eng: My love! Thank you for returning my love.
2:Orun ran mi lowo!
Eng: Heaven, help me!
3:Emi ni idahun re
Eng: I am your answer
