by Londyn Skye
“Yeees,” Lily moaned, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward James’s mouth. She erotically exhaled as she amassed her hands in his hair. She pressed his head closer and began rocking her hips toward the pleasure. James moaned as he ate, drool continuously seeping from his mouth, much like the semen quickly collecting in his underwear.
After Lily’s antics at the masquerade ball, James now wanted his chance to playfully tease her in return. He suddenly stopped tasting her and used his tongue to tickle the sensitive skin of her interior thighs, until she began laughing lightly. As soon as she laughed, he went back to suckling hard on her hidden jewel, turning her laughter back into deep moans. Back and forth, he toyed with her that way, moaning every time he heard her pleasure-filled sighs.
The pleasurable feeling of James’s whiskers brushing against Lily’s sensitive skin began to bring out her aggressive lioness. She forcefully took a hold of his head again, hooked her leg around his neck, and began grinding herself against his face. Her savage nature nearly made James erupt in his pants. Like a lion king laying claim over his jungle, he was roaring as she forced him to ferociously suck every drop of sweet essence from her body. James happily drank to the sound of his name escaping Lily’s lips in a low raspy growl.
When James finished with his ravenous feeding, he finally emerged from his trance and looked up at Lily. She was smiling devilishly at him. “You gonna punish me now?” she asked, petting his hair like she was calming a rabid animal.
James shook his head. He kissed Lily’s inner thigh and removed her leg from his neck. He then began lightly kissing her skin, from her stomach, to her neck, and then up to her ear. “I don’t wanna punish you,” he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe. He then pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “I wanna make it clear how much I love you,” he said, gently caressing her face.
His statement softened the expression on Lily’s face. Her playful, devilish smile faded away altogether as she gazed back at him. She suddenly felt a flurry of butterflies and a surge of warmth rush through her that ignited her tear ducts.
Usually James let Lily have her way with him every night. He thoroughly enjoyed the sexual games she played. But every now and then, he wanted to remind her that his desire to bury himself inside her was motivated by far more than lust. His need for her was something he felt even the greatest poet could not adequately describe. That indescribable feeling pulled his lips toward Lily’s again. He kissed her even more gently this time, as he wiped the tears cascading down her cheeks. He then softly kissed her forehead, took a pillow, and tossed it on top of a plush rug near the fireplace. He picked Lily up, carried her over to the rug, and gently laid her down on top of it. Lily laid there watching James as he towered over her, unable to take her eyes off him as he stripped down. It was yet another moment when she appreciated how truly fortunate she was to have a man with a rare heart, one that beat inside the sculpted body of an Adonis.
Despite the immense pressure throbbing in his groin, James was in no rush. He walked over and retrieved a bottle of body oil. He poured some in his hands, rubbed it into his palms, and then let the fire heat his hands slightly. He got down on his knees in between Lily’s thighs and placed his heated hands on her legs. Lily sighed softly as he began a gentle massaging motion, spreading the oil up her hips, onto her stomach, and then her breasts. He traced the outline of her nipples with his finger, tugged at them lightly, and then covered the right one with his mouth. He suckled softly on it while he slid two fingers down the side of her body and into her abyss. Lily gasped, pressed his head tighter against her breast, and began to ride his fingers. Her sensual moans and bodily thrusts instantly put an end to James’s desire for foreplay; he was now desperate to be inside his woman. He quickly removed his fingers and sucked the taste of her off them, as he slowly slid his erection into her heated cavern. The loud erotic moan that suddenly escaped Lily in that moment nearly made James erupt upon entry. He closed his eyes and breathlessly whispered Lily’s name as rapture swaddled his body.
James slowly opened his eyes and gently kissed Lily to thank her for the pleasure currently causing his nerves to electrify. As his lips still massaged hers, he took her right leg and placed it over his shoulder. The oil James applied allowed his body to glide effortlessly across Lily’s, as he then began gently burying himself inside her. Suddenly, he increased the power and depth of his strokes. The sudden intense sensations ignited more fire in their kiss. Their tongues moved wildly, as if they could not taste one another enough. Throughout every deep stroke, James only pulled back from Lily’s lips long enough to allow her soft sighs to escape, using the sound of her pleasure to refuel his stamina.
… Lily’s moans were playing joyously in James’s mind as he pleasured himself alone in the woods. Vividly, he recalled himself on that rug with her leg slung over his shoulder. As he massaged himself now, he envisioned the sight of her beautiful face, as her breathing began to quicken and her hips fell in sync with his. With clarity, James could still see the way that Lily broke their kiss, pressed her head back into the pillow, and called out his name in the ultimate climactic moan. Just seconds after hearing that glorious sound, James recalled the way his seed had rushed inside of Lily’s womb, much like the way it rushed from within him now, as he stroked himself to the rhythm of that glorious memory.
When his body settled, James leaned back against a tree to catch his breath. He rested his head against the trunk, closed his eyes again, and began thinking about how his Halloween had ended that night. He had laid on his side on the plush rug with his arms around Lily, facing the fireplace. There was no need for a blanket. Between the crackling fire and James’s strong arms, Lily was perfectly warm. Both drained from an extremely long day, their eyes had grown heavy quickly. Just before Lily faded away into sleep, James whispered in her ear, “you are so loved.”
“You definitely proved that tonight,” Lily whispered back as she snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep.
All these years later, James’s fury over Elijah’s words definitely proved that those intense feelings for Lily were still alive. He sat in the woods alone, wishing he could whisper those same sentiments into Lily’s ear while she was lying in his arms again. That Halloween memory further strengthened his determination to fight for another moment like that with her. It also managed to settle the boiling rage that Elijah had caused. Now feeling rather calm, James blew out a breath. He then stood up, dusted the leaves from his clothes, and walked back to camp … and so too did the person who had been watching him.
Amelia Morrison waited for James to get a good lead before she began making her way back to camp. As many times as she had followed him, she knew exactly how long to wait, and which route to go, so as not to get caught spying. As she walked, the fire James ignited in her nether region was blazing hotter than in times past. That fire began as a spark two years prior when she first began her stint as a nurse with the Iron Army Brigade, and one Lieutenant Adams walked into the medic tent. Amelia was one of dozens of dedicated nurses to the brigade. She made meals, treated soldiers, and did any other things necessary to support the troops. Considering that the men she tended to had not had the comforts of a woman in years, Amelia’s presence alone was often the medicine they needed to maintain their will to live. She could damn near heal a man with one sweeping glance of her hazel bedroom eyes. Many men could not even bring themselves to blink, or close their drooling mouths, with her in their field of view. She was a strikingly beautiful brunette with perfectly proportioned curves, naturally tanned skin, and a full even smile. Many men had attempted to win her affections after her warm disposition had completely melted them … but Lieutenant Adams was the one man who remained as cold as ice.
James’s lack of warmth toward Amelia seemed ironic since the pair often worked long grueling hours together, tending to the needs of battered soldiers. Working frantically under extreme pressure, their combined efforts had tugged many a man back from the brink
of death. Accomplishing such miraculous feats together made Amelia feel a bond with James that would typically be reciprocated by any normal man … but her lieutenant seemed far from normal. He was often like a mute while working with Amelia, his conversations with her strictly limited to the medical needs of their patients.
From Amelia’s perspective, James always seemed lost in thought, the expression on his face leaving her to believe that he was haunted by whatever he was envisioning. After the euphoria of saving a life, she expected to see a hint of joy, or at least a small sign of life in his eyes. But in such cases, all she ever saw in James was an even further plunge into sadness. She could not help but wonder why. Her only clue was the children’s book she sometimes saw him alone in the woods reading immediately after every man they pulled back from the edge of death. The fact that he sometimes wept uncontrollably as he read made her assume that there was a child in his past that he was unable to save. Her assumption was accurate. Only she did not yet know that the child was his. Still though, she found James’s emotion over the matter incredibly endearing, and it further added to her intrigue.
The same quiet mystique and rugged good looks that had captivated women about James in his school years, had now undoubtedly infected Amelia like some incurable virus. The symptoms had led to an unrelenting curiosity that had her stalking her lieutenant into the woods and eavesdropping on him in his most vulnerable moments. Her sneakiness was the only way for her to learn anything about James, since the ice he had encased himself in seemed impenetrable, even by a stunning woman who normally had the power to turn a man into a puddle. The mysteriousness of Lieutenant Adams only served to make Amelia Morrison even more eager to conquer the challenge of melting the icy wall he had erected around himself. Her nursing nature lent to a burning need to mend his ice cold, broken heart, and to care for him like the wounded animal he seemed to be.
In quiet ways over the years, Amelia had made her interests in James known, always going above and beyond for him. She made his meals extra special and was always the first to diligently tend to any of his battle wounds. But still, James remained withdrawn and quiet. He offered her no smile or meaningful conversation, just a genuine thank you before he escaped back behind the solitude of his icy wall. Amelia would have felt a victory had he even gazed at her for more than a second. But even after all her efforts and the many life-saving successes she had achieved with James, he hardly glanced in her direction. Amelia would be surprised if James even knew the color of her eyes. She certainly knew his. Every one of his exterior features had been thoroughly examined and filed away in her mind. What she now wanted to file away were the things about him that she could not see, things that were trapped in a mind that she surmised was equally as beautiful as he was. She wanted to know what made his intelligent mind tick, and perhaps even his fantasies … especially those she could help him fulfill.
Now, after two years of giving James subtle cues, Amelia suddenly could not fight her urge to be more bold with him, especially after watching him at the creek today. The erotic show he was unwittingly putting on had turned her spark of lust into a raging inferno. She was now dying to know what occupied the thoughts of Lieutenant Adams … dying even more for a certain part of him to occupy her body.
An hour after James had returned from his rendezvous in the creek, Amelia was in the medic tent cleaning medical utensils along with him. As usual, he was quiet as he went about his work. The flask in Amelia’s inner coat pocket had been full prior to beginning her work. She dug inside to sneak another sip and realized that the blood-warming elixir was now empty. She had wanted to calm herself before capitalizing on the rare moment while all was quiet, and she was alone with James. But even with an entire flask full of alcohol coursing through her veins, her heart suddenly began racing as she summoned the courage to speak to him. She swallowed hard, but her throat remained parched from her sudden onset of nerves. On wobbly legs, she turned around and saw two of James before she got her intoxicated eyes to focus. “Lieutenant?” she finally choked out.
Torn from his thoughts, James jumped when he heard his name. He turned around, looking surprised to see Amelia, despite the fact that she had been there with him for over an hour. “Yes, can I help you with somethin’?” he replied dryly, as usual.
Amelia moved closer, bringing her utensil with her to continue cleaning it next to him. “Nothin’ important,” she stated, managing to hide her tipsiness well. “I just umm … I-I’s kind ‘a wonderin’ somethin’?”
“What’s that?”
“Do you…” She nervously looked down and then back up at James again. “Do you eva’ get lonely here?”
James thought it was an odd question to be asked out of the blue, but he answered anyway. “Don’t we all? I’m sure there’s not a person in this camp who hasn’t felt a twinge of loneliness bein’ away from their family.”
“I guess that’s true,” Amelia laughed nervously, still scrubbing a utensil that was now beyond clean.
“Loneliness seems to go hand in hand with war, I s’ppose. But why’re you askin’?”
“Well, it’s just that loneliness weighs heavily on me every day too. I just thought that sometimes it’d be nice to have a little company.”
“I see.”
“I figured the same would especially be true for a man,” Amelia stated boldly.
“I certainly can’t deny that,” James replied.
“I figured as much. I’m quite sure the comforts of a woman would definitely help ease a man’s loneliness.”
Now realizing where her conversation was heading, James paused a moment. “What’re you sayin’, Amelia?”
Amelia looked down for a second, then found the confidence to gaze into James’s eyes, and bravely step closer to him. “I’m sayin’ that if eva’ you’re feelin’ lonely, I’d love to be a comfort to you … in the most important way a man needs comfortin’,” Amelia said, the alcohol now finally controlling her words.
James stared at Amelia for a moment and then set his utensils down. “I’m not blind, Amelia. You’re a beautiful woman … but I’m married.”
“Oh, I see. I didn’t know. I-I’m sorry,” she said, lowering her head in embarrassment.
“No need to be sorry. But I do thank you for the offa’.” James then began to walk out of the tent, wanting to extinguish the sudden awkwardness of the moment.
Amelia, however, was far more eager to extinguish the fire James had set in her nether region. “Your wife wouldn’t have to know,” she said boldly, just as he was about to exit. A wave of shock then shot through her after the strapping man before her had driven her to spew such scandalous words. She swallowed hard when James stopped in his tracks and turned around. She felt her heart beating wildly against her ribcage as James approached her. He froze when he was within a foot of where she stood. Like she had always wanted, Lieutenant Adams was finally looking deep into her eyes with a prolonged gaze. She was the one who now found herself melting under the eyes of a man, the entire puddle seeming to pool between her thighs. His first sentence further heated her insides.
“I desperately miss the warmth, the taste, the feel, and the scent of a woman.” James’s eyes momentarily fluttered closed over the thought. “More than I have the words to adequately express.” He opened his eyes and looked straight into Amelia’s again. “But I don’t wanna experience such things with any otha’ woman than my wife. If eva’ I did, Lily would know. Make no mistake about that. She’d sense it. She’d feel it. Without me eva’ utterin’ a single word about it, she’d know. She knows me just that well … knows me betta’ than I know myself,” he said, a sudden rawness in his voice and a distant look now in his eyes. “Many times in the past, I’ve hurt my wife. I’ve broken promises to her and torn her heart clean outta her chest. I’ve made major mistakes that have crushed her whole world, in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine. So, I’ll be damned if I dishonor my vows to her and crush her world all ova’ again in one foolish moment o
f indiscretion.” He shook his head. “So quite frankly, Amelia, I don’t care how beautiful you are, or how lonely I get, you’d neva’ be a comfort to me … you’d be a mistake. You and any otha’ woman for that matta’.”
The moisture that had pooled between Amelia’s thighs had now risen to her eyes. Embarrassment crawled over her like a horrid skin rash, and she flushed a deep shade of red. She now wished to not only escape James’s harsh gaze but to escape the Iron Army camp altogether.
When James turned around to leave this time, Harrison was standing near the exit of the tent. He had not caught the entire conversation, but after seeing the tears welling in Amelia’s eyes, he feared his college fraternity brother had unintentionally broken another heart. He shook his head at James, berating him with his eyes about his lack of compassion when dealing with women in such circumstances. James ignored him, though, and stepped outside when he saw Austin in the distance.
Harrison approached Amelia when James left. “I’ve known the lieutenant for ova’ a decade. He’s an odd bird. Has feathers like no otha’ damn bird I’ve eva’ seen, actually,” he joked. He placed a comforting hand on Amelia’s shoulder. “Try not to let ’em get to you.”