It's dark, the only light from the nite lite in the next room, soft like a beacon. It's thickly quiet, the only sound his rhythmic breath on my ear, soft like the mantra of life. At first it felt anciently foriegn. Now it's fallen in sync with my heart beat. My mind is broken with want of him. Has it been so long? Is this just another one of my delusions that haunts me when he's so far away? I turn towards his warmth, the sheet tangles about my legs. His rough fingertips smooth over my mouth. His whisper like an unfed ache.
"God I missed you so much!"
He's real! He's here! I cry with the relief, the salted drops, every one a tribute to the pain of missing him. His kiss holds the power of a god and his touch is the heat of hell on my skin. I can't get enough of him, can't get close enough to saite the hunger I have. I can feel his desire pressed to the soft flesh of my thigh. It makes my whole body pulse with anticipation. My hands eat up the inches of his body. Pressing the flesh, hard muscle under a silk cocoon of skin. The sheet is so easily pulled away from my form, like unwrapping a gauzy gift. His desperation forces a gutteral choke from deep in his throat. He tears the thin cotton gown from my body, the stitches giving, every one of them a minute scream. He pulls me to him, beneath him and I bite my lip to keep the scream from spilling out. His naked flesh seering every one of my senses as he moulds to my body, fitting to me in that perfect design. Fast and hard he enters me, it's almost painful. I suck in my breath, holding it until I am completely filled with him. All of him. I'm drunk on him. His taste. His scent. The heat and hardness that penetrates my body and kisses my soul. It's electric, his love tangible in the air. I can suck it in with every breath like lapping up the milk and honey of promised land. Sweet ache of anticipation builds up so fast, his pounding creating a tidal wave within me. Mere minutes and he already has me ready to be his victom. A slave to the lust and love I have no control over. I can feel my body shaking, betraying the primal need I have for him. Shallow breaths sustain, I float on a moonbeam in my mind. I'm lost to him now. His body turns to marble above me, stiff, smooth and beautifully sculpted. His molton passion slams into me, the heat of it washing over my spirit and I am reborn. I cry out in the sheer joy of it.
"Shhh... don't wake the baby."
He's home... and so am I. |
