by Sable Hunter
But more than that, I want to talk to you, to look in your eyes.
You can talk as sexy to me as you’d like. I’ll let you start it, though, I’m not really sure how to do that. And I’d love to Skype with you.
Please take care of yourself, you are the one person I don’t think I can live without.
Your Harper
Was that too much? Harper had to put down the pen, her hand was shaking like crazy. What if things could work out between them? Harper groaned, she was making herself dizzy with the possibilities. One moment she thought they might have a future and the next she was ready to run for the hills.
* * *
Six months later - Their Reunion
Being back at Wildwood and knowing she didn’t have to leave was incredible for Harper. She felt free. For hours, she would wander through the swamp, picking water lilies and listening to the birds. Clotille surprised her with a car, a combo eighteenth birthday and graduation present. The car wasn’t fancy, but it was fun. A blue Ford Mustang with cream interior. Harper was ecstatic. The first place she went was to pick up the fetish supplies she’d been anxious to get her hands on. After some research, she found there was an adult store on I-10 not too far from Lafayette. She was a bit embarrassed, but she pushed that aside to get what she needed. The clerk didn’t blink when she placed her items on the counter.
And Revel…
He wrote when he could and she wrote every day. They skyped every couple of weeks and Harper was surprised that Clotille gave them privacy. When that happened, it almost seemed like they were alone. Harper would get as close to the computer as possible. They’d shared so much—oh, not her horrible secret—but they had talked about everything else under the sun. Harper had never imagined she could feel like this about anyone.
“Harper, where are you?”
Clotille called out, making Harper jump. She placed the book she’d been reading under her pillow. Learning about submission and domination made her head spin.
“I’ll be right down,” she called, rising from the bed and hurrying downstairs. “Where are you off to?”
“I’m visiting my friend, Dauphine Fontenot.”
Harper found her grandmother putting on her jacket near the door. “Nana Fontenot? The hoodoo lady?”
A mysterious smile came over her grandmother’s face. “Yes, same one. She’s giving me some clippings for my garden. Nana’s practically family, you know.”
No, she didn’t know. Sometimes she felt like she’d missed half her childhood. Harper got the sense her grandmother was up to something. “All right.” She nodded. “You have fun. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
With Clotille gone, she could try out her nipple clamps again. She’d tried them once or twice and it seemed to take the edge off her stress when it rose to unbearable levels. Harper often wondered if the way she coped was preferable to women who turned to alcohol or drugs.
“I’m sure you will be.” When her grandmother winked at her, Harper didn’t know what to think.
Until later…
A knock sounded on the door and Harper put down the glass of tea she’d been drinking and ran to answer it. They didn’t get visitors too often at Wildwood. Without looking out the window, she swung open the screen—and there he was. “Revel!” Swinging open the door, she launched herself into the arms of the handsome soldier. As he clasped her to him, claiming her lips, she could tell he was bigger, wider, harder. “You feel so good! I’m so, so glad to see you!”
“Oh, baby, baby.” Revel kissed her again and again. “Let me look at you.” He held her at arm’s length and let his eyes sweep her from head to toe.
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a simple top, Harper knew she wasn’t anything special. “Let me change, dress up for you.”
“Are you kidding?” He picked her up and swung her around. “I’m not particular about what you have on,” he said, letting her slide down his body till her feet touched the ground. “Truth be known, Bright Eyes, I’d rather see you in nothing at all.”
“Grandmother isn’t here…” she ventured.
“I know,” he growled. “She knew I was coming. Why do you think she went out tonight?”
Harper found herself blushing furiously. “Oh, my goodness.”
“Come on, I need to hold you.” He grabbed her by the hand and began to lead her to the living room.
“Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink? Or eat?” Harper was so happy, she was dithery.
Revel could see she was nervous. “Anything.” He was thirsty. “Water’s fine.”
“I think I can do better than that.” Harper scurried to the kitchen and scrambled around till she had a tray of lemonade, cookies, sandwiches and cake. Carrying it back, she had to focus, she didn’t want to drop it. “Here, I wanted to give you everything we had.”
The sight of her coming toward him, her little tongue peeking out at the corner of her mouth made his heart dip in his chest. “God, I’m so happy to be back home with you.” He hurried to help her with the tray. “Let me, that’s heavy.” Setting it down, he helped himself, but not before he had tugged her down beside him.
Harper was ecstatic. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him, touching here and there. When he turned to her and winked, she admitted, “I just need to make sure you’re in one piece. No bullet holes.”
Revel set down his glass and pulled her to him. “I am perfect, now that I’m here with you.”
Looking up into his face, she felt her heart begin to pound. “You need to eat.”
Shaking his head, Revel couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful face. “I’m really only hungry for one thing.”
“Not food?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Not food. You.” He tugged her close and she felt how hard he was beneath her hip. “Let’s go up to my room,” Harper urged. “That is, if you want to.” Suddenly she was shy.
Revel gave her one incredulous look before sweeping her up in his arms. “I’ve dreamed of nothing else. Just tell me which door,” he said as he carried her up the stairs.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she confessed, her arms wrapped around his neck. “I’m so glad you’re home safely.”
Setting her on the bed, he took a moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Are you really here? I’m not still in some tent in the desert, am I?”
“No, we’re here, alone—together.” When Harper stared up into Revel’s handsome face her heart clenched. The man was beautiful all over. An amazing body, a beautiful face and eyes, beautiful black eyes gazing into hers—and they were wet. Oh, my God! “You really missed me. Me!” Harper was incredulous.
“More than you’ll ever know.” Revel put one knee on the bed and leaned down to join their lips. “I never had anyone before, not really. Not till you.” As he spoke, he undressed and Harper just enjoyed the view. Broad, broad shoulders, wide muscled chest, defined biceps and pecs, ridged abs and a thick, long cock that appeared to be more than happy to see her. Since he’d been gone and she’d introduced herself to the world of S&M, she’d been with no one else, but she had certainly looked at photos and Harper could say for certain that this man had no competition. He was perfect.
“All I have is you and Clotille,” Harper offered softly.
Revel smiled. “I guess I’ll share you with her, especially since she’s been so nice to me.” When his hands went to the waistband of her jeans, Harper’s breath hitched in her throat. He whispered, “Will you do something for me?”
“I think you could ask me for anything and I’d give it to you.” Harper let him know in soft heartfelt words.
“I’ve fantasized about this since I’ve been gone.” Revel pulled her shirt over her head. “I want to bathe you.”
Wow! Harper’s heart thudded in her chest. “Okay.” She helped him finish undressing her and then she led him to the bathroom, gathering what they’d need. “Did you really mean a bath or do you want to shower?” She pointed toward the st
all. In many of the websites she’d seen, there was always a sexy shower story.
“A bath, if that’s okay with you.” Just the idea of touching her had him shaking.
Harper nodded, then watched hypnotized as he bent to put the stopper in and turn on the water. His thighs were thick and powerful, his waist cut and his ass was hard, firm and she couldn’t stop herself from touching him. “I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.”
He didn’t mind, he looked over his shoulder and winked at her. “I want your hands on me anywhere you choose to put them.”
Harper stood by, feeling a bit exposed, having to fight the urge to cover her breasts with her hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I was extra careful.” He turned off the water and held out his hand. “If I’d gotten killed before I could get back to you I’d have never forgiven myself.”
Harper nodded solemnly, placing her hand in his. “I wouldn’t have forgiven you either.”
With a laugh, he helped her in. “Sit down, my beauty. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” Harper shivered even though the water was warm. She saw that her nipples were beading. Revel noticed too. The water was high enough that when she breathed, it would lap at the very tips. “Are you cold?”
“No, no.” Harper shook her head, she was very, very warm.
“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He stepped behind the clawfoot tub and knelt down. “Lean back so I can reach you.” Revel waited for her to comply. “Raise your arms and place them on the edges of the tub.”
Harper followed his directions, then lost her ability to breathe when he cupped her breasts and lifted them in his hands. “Round, firm, glorious globes. Look how they fill my hands to overflowing.” She glanced down and the sight of his big, tanned, strong hands supporting her breasts made the tender place between her legs become slick with more than water.
“I love your hands on me,” Harper murmured, her hips shifting beneath the waters.
“Lay your head back,” Revel demanded as he began to milk her nipples. “I need your mouth.”
Laying her head on his shoulder, she turned her head to the side and he slanted his and took her mouth. And when he did, Revel made time stand still. He kissed her like he couldn’t believe he had the privilege and he didn’t lift his head till he had his fill.
By then, Harper was panting, not just from lack of oxygen but from sheer excitement. “Oh, Revel…”
“What is it, baby?” he asked, his hands running over her body—hungrily, feverishly from her throat to right above her mound.
“I’m achy,” she confessed, her body writhing, sloshing the water from side to side.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, moving around to the side of the tub. Taking a bottle of body wash, he filled his palms full.
“I dreamed about you, every night,” Harper looked at him tenderly as his hands began to glide over her body, washing every dip and curve. She could tell he loved every second, he groaned lowly and his eyes grew hooded and intense. Instinctively she spread her legs and he didn’t ignore the invitation. With eager fingers, Revel dipped between her folds, spreading the cream and massaging her clit. Watching his face as he loved her, his muscles flexing with every move, she lifted her hips and arched her back when he pushed two fingers deep inside and moved them in and out. “Oh, that feels good, Revel.”
“Just enjoy, baby,” he muttered as he placed a hand behind her head to make sure she didn’t slip too low while the other kept up the erotic play in her delicate pussy. “I was true to you,” he offered out of the blue. “I didn’t do like the others, I didn’t go into the village.”
The way he was touching her, the way he was talking, made her want him so much she ached. “Revel, I can’t wait.”
Realizing what she wanted, he stood, grabbed a towel and lifted. “You don’t have to.” With a lusty smile, he dried her off, kissing her randomly wherever he felt like it, from her silky shoulders to the pulse point of her neck.
Not to be left out, Harper grasped his cock, loving how he felt in her hand. “This is what I need,” she breathed the words out on a sigh.
“I’m taking you to bed now, Harper Summers.”
Revel announced like he was staking a claim. And when he picked her up to carry her, she couldn’t help but giggle. “Are you ever going to let me walk again?”
He snorted, obviously happy. “Probably not, but I will let you take a ride.” Revel set her down, crawling on the bed first, then inviting him to join her.
“On top?” she asked as she straddled his big body.
“They call this the cowgirl,” he explained, his eyes roving over her body. Every part of her deserved proper attention. All he had to do was decide where to begin.
“I’ve never done this before,” Harper admitted.
“Easy, baby, easy.” He laughed again, easing her down, so anxious to impale Harper on his cock that he was almost cross-eyed.
Harper stopped breathing as she felt the wide tip slip inside of her. As she slowly accepted him, she gasped, “I think you’ve grown.”
“Nah.” Revel laughed. “He’s just glad to see you. Now ride me,” he urged. “Anyway you want, fast, slow, just keep me inside.”
His directions sent sizzling shivers through her. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she stared into his face, gave him a big smile and tested out some moves. Rising up, she watched his face, he liked that. When she slid down, the action pulled on her clit and she gasped, eyes widening. “Oh, that was good.” So, she did it again. Up. Down. Framing his face, she leaned over to kiss his cheek, rejoicing to be with him once more. Settling in, she rested her hands on his pecs and found her rhythm. Harper discovered the faster she went, the better it felt, especially if she ground down and pressed hard, circling her hips.
Apparently Revel enjoyed it as much as she did. “Oh, yeah, move, baby. That’s amazing.”
So move she did, while his hands were busy caressing every square inch of her skin. “I’m so happy,” she whimpered.
“I know, Bright Eyes, me too.” Revel was so full of joy he didn’t think he could contain it all. “Kiss me.”
Harper offered him her lips, keeping up the mind-blowing movements as she rode him hard. Sitting up, she took his hands, bringing them to her breasts. “Would you?”
“Gladly.” He covered them with his palms, rubbed, then curled his fingers around the nipples, tweaking and rolling them, making Harper wild. She slammed down on Revel, grinding down on him. From out of nowhere, the orgasm hit and she trembled, digging her fingers into his flesh. “Revel, I came,” she cried, melting into him.
“Yes, you did, now let me do the work.” Gently, he flipped her to her back. “Put your legs around me.”
Still quivering from aftershocks, Harper wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. Revel drove into her over and over again, faster—harder, thrusting into her soft wet pussy. It felt so perfect, he knew he couldn’t last.
Harper had no idea it could happen to her, but as he pounded between her legs, she came again—or maybe she’d never really stopped. Having Revel back home and in her bed was a dream she never wanted to awaken from. “Come for me, baby, please,” she begged, needing to see him find his own pleasure. As if he’d been waiting for her second helping, he threw his head back, tensed and bellowed her name. It was the most erotic thing Harper could imagine. And when he’d emptied himself inside of her, he fell forward, resting his face in the hollow of her neck, his whole body shaking.
Harper soothed him, running her hands over his body, which glistened with sweat. “You worked so hard,” she cooed.
Kissing her neck, he murmured, “That wasn’t work, that was fun.”
She giggled and hugged him up tight. He was still buried deep inside of her and as if he couldn’t bear to leave, he slid in and out, slowly, a half dozen more times while they both gasped at how good it felt. “How long can you stay?”
“Inside of you or…” He teased
and she laughed. “I shouldn’t spend the night,” Revel began…
Harper laughed. “Goodness, no, I mean how long of a leave do you have?”
Kissing her once, he pulled out and settled back with her in his arms. “A couple of weeks, that’s all.”
Harper let her hands rove over him, amazed that damaged Harper Summers had a walking, breathing, beautiful sex-god of a man. “We’ll have to make use of every minute.”
Revel agreed. “Yea, there’s a lot of things I want to do…and some of them don’t involve sex!” he stated, as if with surprise and she giggled. “I’d like for you to meet Patrick. We’re in the same unit. He’s home visiting his grandfather.”
Sitting up, Harper reached for her clothes. “I’d love to. Maybe we should get dressed, I don’t know how long my grandmother will be away.”
“You’re probably right,” he agreed. Still they laughed and giggled, stealing kisses and touches that kept the heat between them no lower than a simmer. “I’ll stay with you until she gets back and then I’ll head home.”
“But you’ll be back tomorrow?” Harper asked, hopefully.
“Try to keep me away.”
* * *
True to his word, Revel was back at Wildwood bright and early the next morning. Clotille insisted they join her for breakfast while she proceeded to interrogate Revel—not on their relationship, but on the status of unrest in the Middle East. Who knew she was so interested? “Do you find that the people of Afghanistan are grateful for your presence over there or do they resent it?”
Harper rolled her eyes, she was more concerned about Revel’s presence here. “Grandmother…” she protested.
Revel gave her a wink and answered, “As you know, we went to Afghanistan after 9/11 in order to eliminate it as a haven for terrorists and to help set up a government capable of maintaining the stability to keep it terrorist free. Here it is, ten years later and we’ve spent about four hundred-fifty billion and lost nearly two thousand American soldiers and sent home thirteen thousand wounded ones. And the sad fact is that the normal everyday person in Afghanistan doesn’t know why we’re there and doesn’t even know anything about the events of 9/11. It’s frustrating trying to talk to them when all they’re wondering is why we’re there and why we won’t go home.”