Home for the Holidays, Darling

The rain hammered against the windows of our small, secluded cabin in the Appalachian Mountains, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been six months since Sergeant Major Thomas Riley had deployed overseas, six months of aching loneliness and desperate longing. Six months of clinging to memories, replaying every touch, every stolen kiss, every whispered word that reminded me of his presence. Now, finally, he was coming home, and the anticipation had built into an unbearable pressure within me.

I lay in bed, tangled in the rumpled silk sheets, the scent of his aftershave still clinging faintly to the pillow beside me. My pajamas, a simple pair of crimson lace, lay discarded on the floor, a testament to the restless nights spent counting down the hours until his arrival. My body pulsed with a feverish heat, a desperate plea for his touch, for the release that only he could provide. My nipples stood rigid, tingling with an electric current as I imagined the feel of his calloused hands exploring my curves, his lips tracing the delicate hollows of my breasts.

The cabin was dark, save for the flickering glow of the fireplace and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the rain-streaked windows. The silence was oppressive, amplifying the frantic thumping of my heart. Then, a soft knock on the door broke the spell. My breath hitched in my throat, a silent scream building within me. I fumbled for the lock, my hands shaking as I swung the door open.

There he stood, silhouetted against the rain-slicked porch, his uniform impeccable despite the journey, his face etched with weariness but his eyes holding an unmistakable glint of recognition. He moved with a quiet grace, a predator assessing his prey, before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The scent of pine and leather, a familiar blend that always sent shivers down my spine, filled the air.

“You’ve been waiting, haven’t you?” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my entire being.

I didn't answer, simply letting him take me into his arms, burying my face in the rough fabric of his uniform. The feel of his embrace, the familiar scent of his sweat, the solid weight of his body against mine, sent a wave of heat through me, loosening the last vestiges of restraint.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky against my ear. He ran a hand down my side, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. My body arched in response, my legs instinctively pulling towards him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a frantic rhythm mirroring the frantic desire that consumed me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “More than words can say.”

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. His eyes, the color of deep sea, held an intensity that made me feel vulnerable and exposed. “And I’ve missed you too, soldier,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’ve been on my mind constantly.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let’s not waste any more time,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Let’s lose ourselves in each other.”

His words were a catalyst, igniting the fire that had been smoldering within me. I pulled away from his embrace, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring every second of anticipation. My hands reached out, tracing the contours of his face, my fingertips lingering on his jawline, his stubbled chin. I felt a desperate need to connect with him, to lose myself in the heat of his presence.

He responded with a slow, deliberate exploration of my own body. His hands moved across my breasts, teasing and tantalizing, igniting the sensitive tissue beneath my skin. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer, his body pressing against mine with increasing force. The rain continued to batter against the windows, but I barely noticed, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

As he lowered himself onto the bed, the heat radiating from his body intensified. His muscles flexed beneath his uniform as he took control, his movements confident and assured. He began to grind his hips against mine, a slow, deliberate rhythm that escalated with each passing moment. The friction built, creating a building pressure that threatened to overwhelm me.

He took the lead, pushing against my hips, forcing me to arch my back in response. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but I didn't resist. I surrendered to the moment, allowing him to guide me deeper into the depths of my desire.

His hands found their way inside my mouth, his fingers stroking my clitoris as he began to penetrate me with a slow, deliberate thrust. The pain was exquisite, a sharp, burning sensation that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped for air, clinging to him with all my strength.

As he continued to penetrate me, my body began to shake uncontrollably. My muscles clenched and released, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The heat intensified, spreading throughout my body, consuming me entirely. He pushed harder, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

I arched my back further, pushing against his body, begging for release. His response was immediate, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to tear me apart. He thrust inside me with unrelenting force, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body.

Finally, the moment arrived. A blinding white light erupted within me, followed by an overwhelming sense of release. I cried out, collapsing onto him, clinging to him with desperate abandon. The rain continued to fall, but I no longer noticed. All that mattered was the feeling of his body against mine, the heat radiating from his skin, the exquisite pleasure of being consumed by him.

We remained intertwined for what felt like an eternity, lost in the aftermath of our passion. The silence of the cabin was broken only by our ragged breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. I felt utterly spent, yet strangely invigorated, as if we had both poured out our hearts and souls onto the bed.

As the adrenaline began to subside, he slowly pulled away, his eyes filled with tenderness. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear once more. “Let’s do this again tomorrow night,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

And as I drifted off to sleep, the rain still falling outside, I knew that my wait for him had finally come to an end. All I wanted for Christmas was him, and now, he was finally here. The longing had been replaced by an overwhelming sense of fulfillment, a feeling that I would carry with me for as long as I lived. The desire for him, the intimacy, and the shared pleasure had filled the void in my heart, and I knew that our love, forged in the fires of longing and desire, would endure.

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