Heart's Desire, Future Husband's Touch

The rain hammered against the windows of my small apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. It wasn’t the weather that had me trembling, though. It was the anticipation, the delicious, agonizing wait for the man who was about to become my life. I’d felt this pull, this magnetic force towards him for months, a silent, insistent yearning that had taken root deep within my soul. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of, a ruggedly handsome carpenter with eyes the color of moss and a smile that could melt glaciers. He smelled of sawdust and sweat, a primal scent that sent shivers down my spine.

Tonight, he was coming over. Not just for dinner, not just for a casual evening of conversation, but for something far more intimate. I’d been preparing, both physically and mentally, for this moment. The house had been meticulously cleaned, every surface polished to a gleaming sheen. The candles were arranged in elegant clusters, casting a warm, inviting glow throughout the living room. Soft music played in the background, a blend of blues and jazz that perfectly suited the mood.

I’d spent the afternoon indulging in fantasies, letting my desires run wild in the privacy of my bedroom. The anticipation had built with each passing minute, my body humming with a potent blend of nervousness and excitement. I’d even taken a long, luxurious bath, infused with lavender oil and rose petals, hoping to further relax my senses before he arrived. The scent lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee that I’d prepared for him.

As I stood by the window, watching the rain fall, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of nervousness. It wasn't the fear of failure, but the fear of not being enough. I wanted him to love me, to cherish me, to lose himself in me completely. But what if he didn't feel the same way? What if he saw me as just another woman, another conquest? The thought sent a wave of despair through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

Suddenly, a car pulled up outside, its headlights cutting through the darkness. My heart leaped into my throat, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. It was him. He got out of the car, a tall, broad-shouldered figure in a worn denim jacket. As he walked towards the door, he paused, turning to look at me through the glass. His eyes held a mixture of amusement and invitation, and a slow smile spread across his face.

He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. The scent of his cologne, a blend of sandalwood and leather, filled the room, intensifying my arousal. He moved with a confident grace, his eyes scanning the room as he took in the atmosphere. He saw the candles, the music, the arrangement of the furniture. It was clear that I had put a lot of effort into creating this environment, and he seemed to appreciate it.

“You’ve done a lovely job,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. “It feels like a sanctuary.”

I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my cheeks. “I wanted to make you feel comfortable,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. “You don’t have to do anything to make me feel comfortable,” he said, his eyes locking with mine. “You already do.”

His words ignited a fire within me, a desperate need to connect with him, to lose myself in his arms. I took a step towards him, my body trembling with anticipation. He didn't pull away, but instead, he matched my pace, closing the distance between us.

As we stood before each other, the rain continued to fall outside, creating a soothing rhythm that amplified the tension in the room. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His fingers lingered on my cheek, tracing the curve of my jawline.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

“So are you,” I replied, my voice choked with emotion.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Let’s forget about all the rules, all the expectations,” he murmured. “Let’s just focus on the pleasure.”

With those words, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me towards the bedroom. The bed was covered in a soft, luxurious duvet, inviting me to sink into its embrace. He gently placed me on my back, his body pressing against mine.

He began to kiss me, his lips exploring every inch of my skin. The kisses were slow, deliberate, each touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, as if seeking permission.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“More than anything,” I replied, my voice barely audible.

He closed the distance between us once more, his lips moving deeper, faster, consuming me in a frenzy of passion. His hands roamed across my body, teasing and tantalizing, as he slowly unzipped my dress, exposing my skin to his touch.

He began to caress my breasts, his fingers gently stroking them, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring the sensitive flesh beneath my breasts. I arched my back against him, moaning with pleasure.

He moved down my body, exploring every curve and contour. He massaged my thighs, his thumbs tracing circles, igniting a burning sensation that spread throughout my body. He unbuckled my bra, revealing my nipples, which he began to lick with exquisite care.

As he continued his assault on my senses, I lost all control, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. I writhed and moaned, desperate for more, my body shaking with each touch. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the room, it was a world of pure, unadulterated passion.

He continued to pleasure me, pushing me further and further into ecstasy. I felt as if I were melting into him, becoming one with his body, his soul. There was no separation, no boundaries, only a shared experience of intense pleasure and mutual desire.

Finally, as I reached the peak of my orgasm, he pulled away slightly, his eyes filled with adoration. He held me close, whispering words of love and tenderness in my ear.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice filled with reverence. “You’ve made my dreams come true.”

As we lay entangled in each other’s arms, exhausted but satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. My future husband had arrived, and he had already captured my heart completely. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the room, it was a celebration of love, lust, and the fulfillment of every desire. I was ready to embrace my future, hand in hand with the man who was about to become my life. The church could preach, the pastor could condemn, but I had found my own path, my own solace, in the arms of my beloved.

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