Secret Desires (9 page)

Her skin was as soft as the day he’d married her, when she was only twenty-two. He recalled the radiant smile she’d given him as she walked down the isle to meet him. Ten years on and she hadn’t aged a day. In fact, he thought her even more beautiful, which made it harder to say goodbye.

‘Will you write?’ she’d asked the day before.

‘Of course. And I’ll call every day,’ he promised.

But now was not the time to think about what lay ahead; countless sleepless nights away from home, sandflies, and stray dogs. He’d been trained for this, of course, but being there was another matter entirely.

Shaking the thoughts aside, he slipped one hand beneath her head, lacing his fingers through her hair, while the other traced the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply when his fingertips brushed lightly against her desire.

Slipping his hand into her cotton panties, his fingers toyed with the trail of soft hair above her womanhood. She curled her fingers around his locks, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

‘I want you,’ she breathed. ‘
Now
.’

‘Slow,’ he replied. ‘There’s no rush. Tonight is about us.’

Her body calmed at his request, and his fingers slowly cupped her womanhood. He could feel how damp she’d become already; the heat radiated from her sex.

A shiver ran down her spine as his searching fingers slipped between her sweet folds. With just a slight brush over her swollen clit, her hips moved upward, begging him for more. He paused for a moment, enjoying the control he had over her. She ached for him to touch her, to be one.

He was going agonizingly slow on purpose. He loved to torture his wife with the promise of pleasure – it drove her mad with desire.

Finally, he slid his fingers inside her at the same moment her hips drove upward to meet him. She tensed, her body alight with the simple pleasure he provided. Slowly he began to massage, his hand cupping her mound firmly, causing her body to burn with desire. She tried to grind against his hand, prompting him to go faster, but he resisted. He was in control without uttering a word, and she knew it. She loved his silent command.

He proceeded to slip off her panties, before returning his attention to her womanhood. As his fingers alone moved over her sensitive bug, he whispered to her, words of romance. She allowed her thoughts to slip away until the passion began to overflow, and she was trembling with pleasure. Yet he didn’t want her to experience the release – not yet, anyway. He had much more to offer her.

Lowering his mouth to her warmth, he kissed her soft patch of hair, allowing his tongue to dart out and taste her sweet, wet desire below. He let his tongue open her lips and search for the sensitive, swollen bud. Her breathing became sharper, and her toes curled around the bed sheets as the pleasure engulfed her body. The sensation was building as his tongue explored her sex, moving away from her clit and dipping inside her wetness. She writhed beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair as she bucked to meet his mouth.

He returned his tongue to her engorged bud, flicking the tip quickly, torturously. She squirmed and moaned his name, begging for more. But he knew better. He wanted to savour every last moment. He flattened his tongue, covering her womanhood as he licked firmly across her sensitive clit. She cried out, and he knew she was close to the point of no return.

So he stopped and moved away from her. Her eyes, unfocussed and wanting, searched for him. She sighed with frustration, but smiled anyway.

‘You’re a tease,’ she breathed.

‘It’s not over yet,’ he told her.

Lowering his body to hers, he pressed his weight against her. The warmth and pressure of his body against her made her feel safe.  She wanted to be one with him for the last time  – no one knew how long it would be before they could be one again. Months perhaps; however long his tour of duty lasted.

Her thoughts returned to the moment to feel his lips tickle her ear, his kisses slow and tender. He inhaled deeply, basking in her aroma, and the sweet musk of her desire for him. She was ravenous for him, but knew he wanted to savour the moment.

She felt him, hard and erect between her thighs, his swollen member probing at her entrance, teasing her with things to come. She ached herself against him, willing him to make them one, but he simply smiled and shook his head.

‘What’s the rush?’ he purred in her ear. ‘I’ll have you begging soon enough.’

She was physically hungry to feel him inside her, to fill her depths. She could see the love in his eyes as he watched her squirm beneath him.

He used softly spoken words to coax her and build her passion, cradling her in his arms as if she was made of glass; a fragile sculpture, or a delicate petal that needed the gentlest touch. Drawing her close, he could feel her heart’s every beat. It was frantic, desperate for release, and swollen with loved and affection for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, willing him to enter her, but he resisted. She tightened her grip, pulling him closer until his stiff manhood was rubbing against her aching slit.

‘I want you,’ she cooed in his ear. ‘I
need
you.’

‘You forgot the magic word,’ he teased, his warm breath tickling her neck.

‘Please,’ she begged, her fingers grasping his broad back, her thighs drawing him in. ‘
Please
, my love.’

The words sounded familiar in his ear. It was the exact phrase she had used when he told her of his call to duty. She had said;
Please, my love. Don’t go,
to which he had responded,
I’m sorry
.

But he was not sorry at this moment, for he knew this would be a night to remember. A night of passion and lust, the likes of which he had not experienced for many years. 

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. 

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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.