by Fields, Cat
He cradled her upper body in his strong arms, drawing her close as he prepared to bring them together. He could feel her heat emanating from her most private area. He moved to enter her, pausing to feel to slick wetness of her against his manhood. He shivered with anticipation – it took all of his self-control not to take her then and there, with reckless abandon. He controlled himself and looked into her eyes. She looked back with adoration and hunger for him. He smiled. She was growing restless, he could tell.
He pushed his hips forward, entering her by an inch and parting her aching slit. She bit down on her bottom lip, giving a sharp intake of breath. For a moment she thought that he was finally going to bless her with the act of love making, but she was not so lucky. He withdrew, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and she knew that he really was going to make her beg.
‘I want all of you,’ she breathed. ‘Please.’
He entered her again, slowly, inch by inch. With each new depth brought new emotions. He paused to allow her mind and body time to deal with each new expansion, and to savour the feel of her body. Finally, he felt her flowing warmth fully surround him, and he was buried to the hilt in her womanhood, which accepted his length with gentle pressure. They were one.
She’d always been tight; her walls pressing against his member would drive him mad with desire, even to this day.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. Their lips met, yet he did not thrust in and out of her like a bull. Instead he stayed perfectly still, absorbing the fell of her.
Her body trembled beneath him, fighting the urge to grind her hips against him. Instead, they simply revelled in the unity, and the emotion brought on by such a simple act.
With him on top of her, their position suggested one of dominance, but at this point in time they were equals. They were simply a man and a woman, two halves of a whole, saying goodbye before he left for war.
The candles continued to dance as his lips brushed her face, admiring the softness of the woman captured in his arms. His movements began, slowly exploring her heated depths, stirring emotions within them both. His pressure was sensual, their passion rising as each body gave its all. Both were giving, and taking, their unity calling for completion.
His hips moved against her, and she responded alike. Together they moved as one, bodies trembling and breath quickening. Sweat beaded on their brows and her warmth contracted around his pulsating length, welcoming him inside her.
Burying his face in her neck and breathing in her scent, he was momentarily overwhelmed with affection for his wife, so much so that he felt his eyes water. She felt it too; the burning in her throat as a singular tear escaped her eye and trailed down her cheek, falling on the pillow. Such was the intensity of their emotions.
Their passion rose, and her body gave him everything; her mind transported to a place of pure bliss. He watched her go there, saw the flickering of her eyelids as pleasure consumed her entire being. She writhed, legs tightening around his waist, and fingers digging into his back. He felt the walls of her warmth contract around his member, squeezing him tight and making it nearly impossible to control himself. Yet he managed. He wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
When the reward of his slow and sensual love consumed her, he held her close, keeping her safe. Pleasure consumed her, lasting several minutes. Her body was like an open flame, hot to the touch. Goosebumps erupted over her skin as she convulsed beneath him, wave after wave washing over her. He watched her face, contorted, as though in pain, yet he knew she felt nothing but bliss.
She was left panting in his arms, a bead of sweat in the hollow of her neck. He dipped his head and licked the saltiness from her throat. She smiled, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Brushing a tendril of hair from her face, he studied her, feeling nothing but love and admiration for the strong woman in his arms.
“What will I do without you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their beating hearts.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised.
- 9 MONTHS LATER –
There was a knock on the door at three o’clock that afternoon. Strange, she hadn’t been expecting company. Getting up from the sofa, she went to answer the door. She opened it, perhaps expecting to find the mailman with a package for her. Or perhaps it was her worst fear. After all, she hadn’t heard from her husband for two months. Their base had been attacked, and she’d received no word regarding whether he was dead or alive.
On the doorstep stood an army officer, his head was bowed, and his cap was pulled down, covering his face.
It was her worst nightmare.
“Y-yes?” she stammered, clutching the doorhandle for support.
“Ma’am,” he said. “I have news of your husband.”
She couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to hear it.
“Wh-what?”
“He’s standing on your doorstep.” The army officer looked up, revealing a dazzling smile.
She squealed, jumping into his arms and planting kisses on every inch of his face. “You’re home!” she wailed, tears streaming down her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the ground. They staggered into the house, kissing deeply.
He had wanted to surprise her, and knew it had worked. She shook as she embraced him, clambering to touch every inch of his skin.
Their eyes met and he saw the unspoken passion in her expression. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but not like the last time they’d been together. Before, it had been slow, and sensual, as they savoured each moment. Now, their hands were frantic, and everything seemed rushed. He couldn’t wait to feel her skin against his body.
He kissed her deeply, pressing her against the wall. Their lips moulded together in a rushed kiss of hurried heat. Her teeth bit down on his bottom lip, and he moaned against her mouth.
Her hands tugged at his shirt, which was tucked into his trousers. Once free, her fingers moved beneath his shirt, her nails against his skin, increasing their passion.
He felt his hardness expanding against his pants, straining to get free. He pressed himself against her so she could feel his arousal. She moaned, biting down on his lip harder. Their tongues entwined, he moved his hands to the hem of her skirt, hitching it around her waist.
He didn’t want to waste any time being slow, or sensual. He needed her – it had been far too long. He was going to take her, here in the hall, with the front door wide open if he must.
He slipped his hand inside her panties, seeking her warmth. Strong emotions flooded through him as he found her wet, and warm. Her breath caught, and she stammered his name over his lips. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as his coarse hands found the slippery bud.
She cried out with pleasure as he thrust two fingers deep inside her wetness, almost lifting her with the force and passion he exerted. She lifted her arms over her head, bracing herself against the wall behind her as he forced another finger inside her womanhood. She squirmed and writhed against the wall, and he bit down on the flesh of her neck as he fucked her with his fingers. She struggled to remain quiet, loud moans escaping her mouth. She tried to suppress them but was unsuccessful.
He pulled his fingers from her soaking pussy, rubbing them against her slipper clit. She bucked, crying out with pleasure. He took his hand from her panties, and lifted his soaking fingers to her mouth, dragging them across her lips.
He then kissed her, tasting her sweetness upon her lips. She responded with enthusiasm, swirling her tongue against his.
“I missed you so much,” she breathed, tears stinging her eyes.
He pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her, before undoing the first button of her blouse. She pressed her lips together, watching him undress her. He couldn’t wait. In an animalistic surge, he ripped the shirt open, exposing her breasts. In return, she hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his body, which was far more tanned, and muscular than she remembered. H
e pressed his warm body against her, feeling her hard nipples against him. He forced his hand between them, grasping her breast with force, pinching the bud between his fingers.
She moaned, and hissed between her teeth, “bring it on.”
He moved his free hand down towards her panties, tugging the narrow strip over her crotch, forcing it against her wet slit, rubbing her sensitive nub. She clinched her teeth and hissed, her eyes begging for more.
He wanted nothing more than to be inside her again. He was throbbing, ready for release. A wild, animalistic lust had taken over him.
He reached down, his hands grasping either side of her panties before ripping them from her. She gasped, shocked by his sudden aggressiveness.
He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his rigid cock and pressing it against her wet lips. She bit her lip, her heart pounding with desire. She needed him to fill her - to make her scream.
He massaged the head of his cock along her slit, running over the swollen bud. Suddenly, he was filled with the overwhelming desire to take her right there, to fuck her until she screamed.
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed, burying his cock between her legs with force. She cried out in pain, and pleasure. She was tight. It had been months since a man had been there.
She braced herself on the wall behind as he thrust against her. His force was so great she was lifted from the ground. Wrapping her legs around him, he grinded against her. He cupped her by the ass, gripping tightly and driving himself into her. With each stroke, his raw animalistic instinct increased, as did her moans.
Her body tensed as the passion built with each hurried pound of his rigid cock. Sweat began to bead on his brow, and chest. He dived deeper into her contracting warmth, and the passion of the moment sends waves of pleasure rocketing through his body. The quiet house was riveted with her moans as the orgasm consumed every fibre of her beings.
Lost to the pleasure, he couldn’t take any more. With a final stroke he held himself inside her, buried to the hilt, the flood of his hot release spilling inside her. The walls inside her contracted, milking him.
With the emotional and physical release complete, he held her tightly, as she clung to him. The after shock, and the intense rush of emotions shook their bodies.
He panted into the crook of her neck, the pulsating of her womanhood making him twitch.
The aftermath of the intense orgasm left their bodies weak, and shaking, something which hadn’t happened in many years.
~
Later that day they decided to go for a walk along the beach, which was only a few miles from their home. They walked along the damp sand, shoes in their hands, as the sun began to set. It had been a perfect day for the both of them, yet they still felt a lust for one another that had not been satisfies.
After they had ravaged one another, each sought a more erotic, tender moment to share, and the walk along the beach was perfect for that. They held hands as they walked, laughing and talking of the months passed. Overhead, storm clouds were sweeping over the scene, and the rumbling of thunder echoed through the sky. They didn’t are though; they were too immersed in one another.
A crack of lightening lit up the sky and she jumped into his arms, huddling against his chest.
“It’s all right,” he soothed her. She’d always been a little afraid of the lightning.
“Maybe we should go home,” she said, turning around and looking up at the darkening sky nervously.
He drew her closer so her back was pressed against his chest, and caressed her hair, lightly kissing her neck.
He held her by the water’s edge, ignoring the rumbling thunder overhead. The ocean rushed to meet their feet, cold and grey, but they took no notice.
She wore a thin summer dress, as the day had been hot and humid, but the afternoon had brought them a thunderstorm. It was still warm out, but they wouldn’t let it spoil their day.
Smirking slightly, he slipped his hand into the neck of her dress, seeking the warmth and softness of her breast. He felt her heart beat faster as the waves came and went, washing against their feet.
Drawing back, he explored the lines of her body beneath the thin dress, brushing his thumb over her nipple. She responded to his touch, her nipple becoming hard. The wind picked up, blowing her hair across her face. She smiled, tucking the loose strands behind her ear and resting the back of her head on his chest.
He pushed the loose dress from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. She gasped, and tried to cover herself, but he simply smiled and stopped her.
“Not here, my love,” she whispered.
“Why not?” he smiled against her neck.
“Someone might see,” she said, unable to hide her grin.
“Let them watch,” he purred into her ear, though he knew no one would be at the beach in this weather.
He responded by kissing her neck, dragging his fingers along her arms as he pushed the dress down, over her hips. Soon, she was standing in just her panties, the dress in a heap on the wet sand.
His hands caressed the soft skin of her stomach, and the cool breeze sent goose bumps erupting over her flesh. His fingers encircled her nipples, and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
She took deep breaths, pressing her back harder against him as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. She trembled with excitement as his fingertips moved lower, tracing her inner thigh, then moving to just graze the waiting warmth between them. He traced along her outer lips, through the fabric of her underwear, before moving down the inside of her other thigh.
She writhed in response to his arousing touch. Completely naked, she became consumed by the sensual pleasure. It was dark now, as the black clouds closed in around them. With another crack of lightning, and rumble of thunder, one big, fat droplet of water fell from the sky and onto her breast.
Her body tensed with anticipation, her nails pressing into his arm as his finger slipped inside her panties, past her folds to explore the wetness beyond. The rain came faster now, thick droplets falling onto her bare flesh, his own shirt becoming spotted, but it was still only a shower.
The breeze touched her exposed skin, cooling her damp flesh. It excited her even more; each drop was like a kiss.
She could feel his erection now, pressing into her lower back like a rigid rod. It sent a thrill down her spine as she pressed against it, enjoying the sound of his ragged breath in her ear. Unable to stop himself, he pulled her panties down to they were around her knees.
His teeth grazed her neck, and earlobe, making her shudder. His fingers slid along her slick folds, massaging up and down. Neither feared being caught for no one would be on the beach during a storm like this.
The rain fell harder until they were both completely soaked, their hair plastered to their faces. They didn’t care.
He massaged her clit in firm circles, enjoying the feel of her pressing against his erection. He throbbed for her still, even though it had been mere hours since their last encounter. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Gently, he pressed two fingers inside her soaking cunt, kissing her neck and tasting the rain. She let out a cry that could not be heard over the next crack of lightning. She didn’t shy away from the storm as she usually would for she was too preoccupied by his touch.
He massaged his fingers in and out of her wet desire, his palm rubbing against her clit as he did so. She shook, her knees threatening to give way. He wrapped his free arm around her stomach, holding her up as she threatened to collapse into the sand from the sheer force of the pleasure.
His cock was pressing into her back, so he adjusted himself so the bulge nestled between her ass cheeks. His shirt and pants were soaked through, and clinging to his body, revealing the hard muscles underneath.
She pressed her backside against him, and he let out a groan. The erection pressed painfully against his water-heavy pants.
“I need you,” she whispered, her head resting on his shoulder. ‘My love.’
Reaching a hand behind
herself, she searched for his bulge, rubbing her palm up and down until she found the zipper. She lowered it and slipped her hand inside, feeling his silky boxers.
He growled in her ear and pressed his fingers deeper inside her womanhood. She moaned, her knees about to give way, but he kept her standing up.
She pulled his throbbing erection free of his trousers. It stood thick, and straight, like a rigid pole, probing between her ass cheeks. The rain falling on his cock felt nice.
He pressed his member between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her womanhood above it. He could sense her passion, and her need for pleasure, combined with her desire for restraint.
He couldn’t take it any longer. Angling himself, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, sliding his fingers out of the way.
She breathed heavily, almost collapsing in his arms. He wanted to take her from behind, here on this deserted beach during a thunderstorm, with the rain crashing down upon them. He slipped inside her by an inch, pressing past her outer lips. He felt her expand, and he savoured the warmth. It was cold, but their bodies were like molten lava.
He held her tightly, breathing and whispering in her ear as he moved deeper inside her. The rumbling of thunder drowned out her moans, and the slapping of rain on the sand created a mist around them.
He slipped inside her deeper with each slow back and forth motion. Her hands gripped his forearm that was wrapped around her stomach, her nails biting into his flesh. He loved the feel of her inviting depths as she slowly pushed up against him.
His lips touched her neck. He was buried completely inside her now, as she face away from him, her buttocks pressing against his thighs. Their passion grew with each slow deliberate stroke. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted upwards to feel the rain against her skin. One he was completely inside her he held deep without any movement.
He began to rock his hips, his arms wrapped around her torso. She lifted her arms and put them behind her, wrapping them around his neck. She grinded herself against him, taking every inch of his long, rigid cock.