John was resting with his eyes closed, and was instantly irritated when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Who the hell was touching him? He hated being touched by anyone except Ellie. Her touch was welcomed and reciprocated. It was a gift he was blessed with. Touch was such an intimate thing to him that he reserved it only for her and on the rare occasion when he had to force himself to tolerate Chuck touching him. He knew the kid meant him no harm but it still irritated him. Then there was Sarah, who seemed to understand and respect his disdain at being touched and only did it when she urgently wanted to get his attention or stop him from doing something. He tolerated it from very few people in his life.

"I'm sorry to have startled you, Sir, but we're getting ready to land at LAX and you need to raise your seatback to it's upright position please."

The flight attendant was already moving past him as he glared at her and returned the seat to it's upright position. But his temporary anger diminished quickly as he felt the relief of being home and only minutes away from having his wife in his arms with the added bonus, courtesy of his boss and the department of defense, of not having to deal with achy knees.

He got his baggage and waited at the curb for Ellie to pull up in her BMW. In no time, she pulled up, but she was in his car. That was a surprise. She only drove his car when she had to go to Large Mart or Yard Depot. Damn she looked good driving his Vic. She was smiling brightly and it took his breath away. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and have at her. He loaded his luggage in the trunk and took off his jacket, tossing it in with his luggage.

"Hi Sweetie!" she gushed through the open window. "I can scoot over if you want to drive?"

"No, I'm fine, you drive Babe." He got in on the passenger side and was again reminded of why he preferred bench seating over bucket. He slid over to her and took her sweet face in his hands and kissed her like it was their first kiss. He was starving for her. Her lips were like velvet. He increased the pressure and let his tongue trace her mouth and slip inside to taste her sweetness.

"Oh Honey I missed you!" she replied, catching a quick breath before focusing back on the sweetness and hotness that was her husband.

"I missed you too Baby. You look so good driving the Vic. Both of my hot ladies picking me up, it doesn't get any better than that."

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again. "Good, I didn't think you'd be upset. She was just sitting there in her space, all lonely, looking like she missed you too. So I figured we'd go out for a nice drive together and get our man."

They were interrupted as an airport security guard approached the passenger side of the car.

"Okay folks, get a room and move on please."

Ellie groaned and sat back up as she pulled the car away from the curb. Soon they were driving down the highway. It was evening and the warm wind blew into the car. John watched her as she drove. She was lovely, breath-takingly lovely, and she was his. Her hair was gently blowing in the wind as she navigated in the traffic. Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning over again kissing her shoulders and neck and letting his hands wander where they wanted to.

"John, I'm going to crash your car if you keep this up," she laughed as he slipped the strap of her pretty dress off her tan shoulder.

"I missed you, Ell, and I'm not stopping. I don't think I could even if I wanted to. You'll just have to stay focused on the road and ignore me," he growled as he nipped at her earlobe.

Ignore him, 'yeah right,' Ellie felt a shiver travel up her spine. This man caused a myriad of physical responses in her body. She'd never experienced anything like it before. She'd tried to catalogue all of them, but was always surprised by the unexpected things that he did to her that got an instant response from her body. His touch could produce shivers, tingles and goose-bumps, his voice made her heartbeat speed up and gazing into his ocean-blue eyes caused her pupils to dilate and her blood pressure to jump several points. His masculine scent that radiated warmth and power made her insides coil. And now, he was winding her up, tighter and tighter with each word, touch, whisper and kiss. She wanted nothing more than to hold onto his strong shoulders and let him pound into her. Knowing she couldn't respond to his brazen actions made it all the more erotic.

His hand was traveling up her thigh and under her dress, but she would gain the upper hand very shortly she mused when he discovered the surprise she had for him. He was now tickling her silky inner thigh, just above her knee. It felt so good and she heard herself moan even above the wind noise from the freeway. "Oh God John, I missed you so much," she gasped out.

"I missed you too Baby, and I need you bad." His voice was now husky and low and she actually whimpered with want for him and it almost sent him over the edge hearing her.

He glanced up and noticed they were nearing their exit. His hand was now up her thigh and approaching her hot zone. He felt the heat eminating from her and could hardly wait to get into her wet panties. Just a few more tickles to rev her up and then he'd really hear her make some noise for him . His plan was working. Her legs were beginning to tremble and she spread them, ever so slightly in anticipation. He licked his lips and growled as he let his fingers make contact with her panties.

"Sweet Jesus, Ellie, Fuck!" he groaned out in shock as his fingers grazed her silky, hot, soft and very bare core.

He vaguely could make out her soft giggle. She was speaking and it took all of his training to focus back in and let his brain decode what she was saying. She had no panties on, and was bare, smooth and wet! He swallowed hard, adjusting himself in the seat as the tightness in his pants was almost too much. He glanced over at her and she was now giggling.

"So, what do you think, you like? some of the girls at work were talking about waxing so I thought I'd give it a try too."

John's mind raced. That was it, she was fulcrum, she had to be. And, she was trying to kill him now, as she sat there in his car and laughed at him! She was going to give him a stroke, a heart attack or maybe even a seizure. Forget guns, knives and highly trained agents, his wife was trying to kill him with her pussy! What was the term? pussy-whipped. Yes, he, Lieutenant Colonel John Casey, was pussy-whipped.

"John, are you okay? Honey, are you with me?"

His eyes narrowed as he took in the gleam in her eyes and the sexy smile on her lush lips. Yep, she was definitely plotting to harm him.

"You're trying to kill me aren't you?" he grunted out, finally finding the ability to speak.

"No, not kill you, silly, but maybe just make you suffer a tiny bit." She smiled warmly at him but then her face suddenly frowned.

"Oh, no, I didn't think that maybe you wouldn't like it. Oh John, I was just bored and missing you and thought it would be fun to, you know, surpri.."

Before she could finish, she felt his fingers pushing into her wet core and his lips nibbling the shell of her ear. His voice was dark, low and gravelly. "Hang onto the wheel Ellie, hang on tight, you're going to find out just how much I like it."