Return to Sender

by Harmony Raines

  When he broke their kiss he nuzzled her neck and then murmured in her ear, “Do you want to know all the other things I would like to do to you? I have been waiting for months, but if you want to take it slow, just say.”

  “What, sort of things?” she asked in a tiny voice, a throbbing between her legs telling her he could do whatever he wanted to her.

  “Shall we take it to the bedroom, and I can show you,” his voice silky smooth.

  “The bedroom?” She was trembling now; she was not as experienced as other women her age, for the first time she worried that she might disappoint him.

  “Yes, I know it’s a bit strange, but I guess I feel as though we have been dating for months, because of what we have shared in our letters.” He stepped back away from her, giving her some time and distance. “I’m sorry; I thought you felt the same way.”

  “I, I...do,” she said, nervously. “Are you sure? I mean I’m probably not what you imagined.”

  “You are even more than I imagined. You have no idea how your letters helped me through my tour of duty. I want to show you how much you mean to me, Christie, I want to show you so very much.” His voice full of his need for her.

  “And I want you too, Marcus, it’s just this sort of thing has never happened to me before,” she said honestly.

  “Good. Because I want this to be more than you have ever experienced before, Christie. You have no idea how your letters kept me sane when all around me there was danger. Now that we've met, I hope our relationship will grow and grow.”

  She walked towards him and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. She had never been this bold with a man before, but Marcus was different, if there really was a soul mate in this world for her it was him, and he seemed to know it too.

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  Chapter Three

  Yet once in her room her courage failed her. She turned and looked at him shyly. “I’m not sure what to do now; I’m not very experienced at this.”

  He smiled, and everything was alright. “Don’t worry; I’m a little out of practice, so let’s take it slow.”

  His hands went to the old baggy top she was wearing, he slipped his hands under it and slowly lifted it over her head, and she put her arms up like a child so it would slip off.

  His eyes dropped to her breasts still held captive in her bra, sighing appreciatively her ran his fingers along the edge of the lace cups, sending shivers through her body. His thumbs grazed her nipples through the fabric, and Christie went weak at the knees.

  His fingers crept slowly around the back of her and unclasped her bra. Christie’s generous breasts burst out, free from the confines of her bra. Before she had a chance to adjust to their freedom her senses were overwhelmed by his mouth on them.

  Marcus started by kissing the soft sensitive flesh, pressing his hands against them and lifting them up as though he was weighing them up. His thumbs brushed her nipples, taking the air from her lungs as the sensations washed over her.

  His tongue snaked out and he licked one of the stiff peaks, Christie leaned on him for support. Her panties were now sopping wet with her arousal, her sex throbbed to be touched by him too. She closed her eyes and absorbed all the wonderful ways he made her feel aroused.

  Slowly she became aware of his hands sliding down her body, gliding over her hips and pushing her sweat pants down. When they slid down to her ankles she stepped out of them, standing nearly naked in front of him.

  Marcus still had all of his clothes on, Christie was suddenly struck with the idea that she would love to see what was underneath them. While he returned to kneading and stroking her breasts she tugged at his shirt, lifting it up. He obliged by raising his arms, briefly having to stop touching her, much to her distress.

  As she lifted his shirt up she had to stand on tiptoe to take it all the way off him, he took advantage by sucking her raised nipples into his mouth. She nearly toppled over, only managing to remove his shirt and then grabbed hold of him to help balance herself.

  Next she tackled his pants, scared at what she might find hidden in them. If he was blessed in that department too, he would be huge. She swallowed in anticipation, and fear. However she had come this far, and she wanted him with every fibre of her body.

  He helped her when she fumbled with his pants, his hand closing over her fingers and undoing the button for her. Then together they worked them off his incredibly well muscled legs. She could see the bulge of his cock, and then it was free as he quickly and shamelessly removed the rest of his clothes.

  Standing there in front of him Christie had to stop herself from simply staring at her handsome soldier, not for the last time did she question how this had all happened. Marcus had to be one of the most desirable men she had ever seen, much better even than the men Sarah Jane dated, and he wanted her.

  “Like what you see?” he asked grinning.

  Dumbly she nodded her head, and then lost all sense of reason as he moved next to her and kissed her before pushing her down onto the bed.

  Marcus pulled her panties by the elastic, and after a moments hesitation she allowed him, lifting her bottom off the bed to make it easier. As the last barrier between them slipped off her legs and dropped to the floor, she turned her head, in embarrassment.

  “Hey,” he said, sliding down onto the bed beside her. “Don’t hide from me, there is nothing you can’t share with me.”

  She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “There is no way you can do that,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “I am trained to get the best out of people, believe me.”

  He slid his hand down her thigh, and then moved it to the inside before moving it slowly back up. Christie could barely breathe; he was going to touch her where she needed him to most. Her sex had been on fire for so long now, with him so near, she desperately needed him to touch her there.

  His fingers were feather light when they stroked her clit, his touch becoming gradually firmer as he interpreted the messages her body sent him. It was so easy to respond to him, he knew how to make her body react. Gentle pressure made her spread her legs wider for him, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, then back to her clit.

  Then in a simultaneous movement he leaned over and sucked on her nipples, while his fingers slipped inside her sex. Her world seemed to come apart; so many sensations were vying for her attention. It was like a system overload, her clit throbbing, while her sex ached and her nipples stood painfully hard under the onslaught of his mouth.

  Christie knew from the way he treated her body that her soldier certainly knew how to get the best out of his equipment, no doubt he spent a long time working out how best to operate, and tonight her body was the thing he needed to conquer.

  Delving deeper before sliding back out a little he explored her. He changed the pressure of his fingers and she gasped in delight, he hooked them slightly and she groaned with desire. She was his instrument, and he was learning exactly how to get a perfect tune.

  Another finger slid inside her and he stretched her sex, applying pressure to the walls of her sex. His thumb stroked her clit, and she felt her orgasm begin to build. Moving his head he played close attention to both of her breasts, licking and sucking them, before nibbling on her nipple.

  Closer to the edge he pushed her until she crashed over it, her sex throbbing and pulsing as wave upon wave of her climax took her. He kept his hand and mouth busy, not letting up until she relaxed again beside him.

  While his fingers still stroked her sex he said, “I hope that is the first of many times I will make you come.”

  “So do I,” she said, feeling as though it was the most ridiculous thing to say.

  “Now I want to taste you.” He slid down along her body, parting her thighs wider and positioned himself between them.

  “Oh, my,” she breathed as he went straight for her already sensitive clit, his tongue gliding over it, leaving her a throbbing mass over nerves.
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br />   Alternating between the soft flat of his tongue, and then a jabbing action he that sent her crazy, he brought her towards another climax. She tried to strain her neck forward to catch a glimpse of the wonderful things he was doing to her but couldn’t, in the end she had to settle for closing her eyes and thanking her lucky stars she had written that first letter so long ago.

  Who would have guessed that she would have ended up here, flat on her back with a gorgeous soldier between her legs, giving her unimaginable pleasure with his tongue, and OH! His fingers. He slipped two fingers inside her and found her g spot, her hips bucked and she pushed herself forward onto him harder. He took the challenge and began to suck on her clit, his tongue darting out in a continuous rhythm until she came, her juices dripping out of her, onto his chin.

  Christie was thankful he was a fit soldier, because he certainly had stamina. Now he slid back up the bed towards her head, kissing every possible inch of her as he moved. She slowly came back to earth and stroked his body, first his shoulders and then his chest as he moved. When his head was level with hers he kissed her on the neck, working his way up to nibble her ear lobes, sending fresh chills through her body.

  He turned slightly, and his cock was in reach of her hands, summoning all her courage she wrapped her hand around him, and felt his gasp of delight on her ear. Christie, encouraged by this, gripped him firmly and began to slide her hand up and down his solid shaft. He murmured his appreciation into her ear, making her feel like a goddess bestowing the greatest gifts on this man.

  He moved against her, his cock sliding in and out of her hands. “That feels wonderful, but do you know where I really want to be right now?”

  “No,” she said, although she could guess.

  “In here,” he said, slipping a finger in her sopping wet sex. “Is that what you want, Christie?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her fully on the lips and then lifted himself up onto his elbows, slowly easing himself between her thighs.

  Then he slowly guided himself towards her entrance, the head of his cock resting against her a moment. Her sex ached to feel him inside, but he hesitated, slowly circling her opening with the head of his cock, teasing her until she had to beg him to take her.

  “Please, Marcus, I can’t bear it,” she said, still he teased, pushing a little harder so she thought he was going to penetrate her, then he pulled back. She felt tears of frustration building. “Please Marcus,” she begged again. This time she grasped his hand and urged him forward into her.

  He obliged, pushing hard and taking her in one full thrust, he growled his appreciation of her tight sex. “Oh, yes. Mmm, you feel so good,” he said kissing her neck. “I’m sorry, I teased you, but I wanted you to get some kind of an idea how it’s felt for me, waiting for this moment. When that damn letter was returned to me, I thought I would explode.”

  “You're here now,” Christie managed to say before he slid back out of her, only to plunge back in hard and fast.

  His lovemaking was like the rest of him, strong and confident. Christie was swept away with each penetrating thrust. He took her hard, her sex gripping him tightly, thus heightening the friction between them. She held him tight, her arms wrapped around him, the feel of the muscles along his back rippling with each lunging stroke.

  If she thought he had made her come hard already, that was nothing compared to the way he controlled her building orgasm. He tipped his body so that he rubbed her clit with each stroke; his mouth once again connected with her nipples, the sensations all combining to make her lose control.

  Her nails dug into his back, she clawed at him like an animal, her voice becoming high pitched, she had never cried out during sex before, her orgasm always gentle, if at all. Marcus however seemed to take pride in making her come hard, and when he knew she was close he slid his hand between them and found the little bundle of nerves, and stroked her there with his thumb.

  Her world really exploded, she swore she could see stars and everything, and then she heard a voice crying out, and realised it was hers. She didn't care what the neighbours might think, let them know she was being ridden roughly by her very own soldier. They might not look at her as the boring fat girl any more.

  She felt him coming too, his warm seed spurting deep inside her, she was glad she was on the pill, because the feel of him filling her was wonderful. Perhaps one day they would do this and make babies together, for now she wanted to practice as often as possible.

  As his orgasm continued he thrust into her in short sharp burst, her sex still throbbed and contracted around him, their bodies working together towards maximum pleasure. Then with one final jerk he had finished, he slowed his movement, no longer swept along by his need to claim her.

  “Are you OK, honey?” he asked, searching her face. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  “No. It was perfect.”

  He kissed her cheek and laughed. “Well, thank you. I got a bit carried away.”

  “Well, any time you want to get carried away again, I will not be the one complaining.”

  “Wow, you are insatiable.” He watched as she blushed. “Oh. I am not complaining. Give me a few minutes and I will be good to go again. I want you to be so sore in the morning you will be thinking of me every minute of the day.”

  She kissed him lightly on the cheek, her body feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of this man making her sore. Never, had any man wanted her that much. “I think I will be thinking of you every minute for a long time to come.”

  He slid out of her and moved to lie next to her, his arm still draped over her possessively. She kissed him again. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said, sliding out from under him and getting up. Normally she would have covered her body with a sheet or a robe, but he made her feel so good about herself she didn’t bother.

  Going into the bathroom Christie looked at herself in the mirror, her face was flushed, in a good way, her hair looked tousled, and there was unmistakable glint of happiness in her eyes. Even if she did say so herself, she looked at least a little bit attractive, Marcus certainly was good for her. She smiled to herself, resisting the need to sing or whistle about her happiness.

  When she went back out Marcus was lying where she had left him, she could see he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

  “Hey, you look tired out, why don’t you sleep, it is late.” She glanced at the clock it was 12.35am.

  “Do you mind? It was a long journey back.” He said stifling a yawn.

  “You came straight here?” she asked, stunned.

  “I went and showered and changed first, then yeah. I couldn’t get you out of my head, I thought I had lost you forever.” His voice sounded drowsy.

  “There's no chance of that now, you sleep for as long as you need.” She bent and kissed his head, his eyes already closing.

  Christie pulled on a robe and sat down next to him on the bed, and stared. She didn’t want to go to sleep in case she woke up and the whole night had been a dream. So instead she sat and watched the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his breathing.

  She did not let herself dwell on how things would proceed after tonight. They had never talked about any life they might share, their letters had been more about feelings, and how their childhoods had made them into the people they were today.

  They had very different upbringings, Marcus’s father had been in the armed forces too, and he had been brought up to carry on what was a family tradition. He had been taught to have a stiff upper lip, and never let anyone see signs of weakness. He had admitted over the course of their correspondence that it had made him shy away from real relationships. He struggled to read other peoples emotions, and it left him unable to commit.

  Christie on the other hand had been loved and cherished all her life. Her family had accepted her for who she was, even when she bloomed, rather than blossomed. When she was thirteen she had lost her parents in a car accident. As a curvy teenager she had move
d to stay with distant relatives that consisted of two cheerleaders with doting parents, she had not fit in. They had criticised her body shape, and made her feel worthless.

  She remembered the five years she had lived with them with sorrow. They had not meant to be cruel, but it had left Christie feeling as though no one could accept her for who she was. Things had got easier when her career took off, but friends like Sarah Jane always reminded her of her social inadequacies.

  So they were both damaged and socially inept. By sharing their thoughts and feelings on paper they had learned to trust each other, which was why it had hurt so bad when he had stopped writing to her when he was about to come home.

  The letter. What had he done with it?

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  Chapter Four

  Going out of the bedroom she found it on the kitchen counter, next to where they had shared their first kiss. She could see the words return to sender written over her address, the writer of those words still a mystery. She wanted nothing more than to tear it open and see what he had written, but she didn’t know if she should ask him first.

  Picking it up she turned it over in her hands, feeling the familiar paper and trying to guess what he had written. He wasn’t romantic in his writing, usually more practical in his feelings. Yet this letter contained the reasons he had wanted to see her in the flesh. The reasons he had come along way to find her, before he had even had a chance to catch up on his rest. Her fingers itched to open it, but before she had a chance to decide what to do there was a knock at the door.

  Christie looked at the time, it was now a quarter to one in the morning, there were not many people who would come and see her at this time. She went over and put the chain on the door, deciding to open it in case there was an emergency, but still staying safe.

  Opening the door as much as the chain would allow she peered out. In the hallway stood Sarah Jane, swaying slightly.

  “What do you want?” Christie hissed.

  “I’ve come to apologise.” Sarah Jane answered, her speech slightly slurred.