Soldier's Sweet Return

The scent of lavender and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, a calculated fragrance designed to both soothe and entice. As I stepped out of the car, the humid Louisiana heat clung to me, a tangible reminder of the month that stretched ahead, a month spent honing my skills, sacrificing my comfort, and most acutely, missing her. I knew she'd anticipated my absence, preparing a carefully curated welcome back, a sensual invitation designed to erase the distance and rekindle the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. The house was dark, save for the soft glow emanating from the master bedroom, and as I approached, I could hear the faint strains of jazz music, a soundtrack perfectly suited to the mood.

There she was, waiting for me in the bed, bathed in the dim light. The bra and jeans, a deliberate choice, served as a tantalizing glimpse of the curves beneath, a visual promise of the delights to come. Her hair, a cascade of dark, glossy waves, framed her face, highlighting the mischievous glint in her eyes. She moved with an effortless grace, a feline elegance that always captivated me. It wasn’t just her beauty, though undeniably striking, but the confidence she radiated, the knowledge that she had anticipated my needs and prepared accordingly.

As I entered, the bedroom door swung shut behind me, sealing us in a bubble of anticipation. Her smile widened, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that sent shivers down my spine. “You knew what you were doing,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “You knew that I was going to be away for a month, and that I was sad inside. You knew that I would miss your presence and your touch. You had known all this, and you had prepared.”

She rose from the bed, a sinuous movement that showcased the long, lean muscles of her legs. The jeans, pulled slightly lower, revealed a black lace thong, a subtle invitation to explore further. Her eyes locked onto mine, an unspoken challenge passing between us. “You could feel my eyes latched on to you, not looking away from your perfect body and long luscious hair.”

A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face. “Smiling a sexy smile you sensually unbutton your jeans and pull them down just far enough for me to see the black lace underneath.” My breath hitched. The sight of her exposed skin, vulnerable and alluring, ignited a primal fire within me. “I’m out of bed in a flash stuttering, ‘When did you put those on.’” “When you were getting his bath ready,” she replied, her voice a silken caress. She walked towards me, her movements languid and captivating, her body swaying slightly as she approached. As she placed her arms around my neck, her body pressed against mine, sending waves of heat through my veins. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and spice, intensified as we drew closer.

“You’re back is to the long mirror next to our bed, and you glance back to see my arms snake around your waste.” Her fingers traced the curve of my shoulders, sending a jolt of electricity through my system. “You feel me pull you close so that our hips are locked together.” The contact was electrifying, a physical manifestation of the desire that consumed me. “You’re so gorgeous,” I breathed, the words feeling inadequate to express the depth of my admiration. “You roll your eyes, but you see the lust in my eyes and know that I mean it.”

Her hand moved slowly across my stomach, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers down my spine. As she descended towards her private, I watched in breathless anticipation. “You feel pressure on your private as I slowly begin to grind myself against it.” The sensation was exquisite, a slow, building crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. Her fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me.

“You can tell I’m watching in the mirror and you grind your crotch up and down my leg.” The heat intensified, radiating through my entire body. The rhythmic grinding was a primal rhythm, a desperate plea for release. “You hear me groan as I almost cum just watching your sexy, lace covered butt move up and down.” Her response was immediate, a playful prod to my flesh that sent another wave of pleasure washing over me.

“Our lips meet for a brief moment, and then you turn around to face the mirror.” She met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You need to take your clothes off,” she exclaimed, her voice a confident command. Without hesitation, I stripped off my top and boxers, offering no resistance to her dominance. As she pulled her bra over her head, her body seemed to come alive, a vibrant display of feminine power. “You hear me gasp as I drink in your beauty, and you quickly add a moan when you feel and see my hands curl up under your arms, and grasps each breast.”

Her fingers traced the contours of my breasts, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine. “You feel my breath against your ear, and feel your nipples harden as my thumbs gently brush over each one in turn.” The touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me. Her gaze never left mine, her eyes filled with a lustful intensity that both thrilled and terrified me.

“You feel my hand move slowly across your stomach and down toward your private firmly massaging your vagina.” The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to spill over the edge. Her body arched against mine, a desperate plea for more. “You look in the mirror at our naked bodies, and see my face twisted with desire.” Her hand descended further, her fingers exploring the sensitive folds of my flesh.

“I pull your body back against mine, and you feel my hard dick firmly pressed against the top of your buttocks.” The pressure was intense, a slow, building crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. Her hips pushed back against mine, locking us together in a passionate embrace. “You hear me let out a groan as I almost cum just from feeling you there.”

“You snake your hand back between my legs and hear me groan as you find the spot just bellow the base of my rock hard dick.” The heat intensified, radiating through my entire body. I moaned in response, lost in the sensation, desperate for release. “Desperation starts to kick in as our hips grind back and forth.” Her movements became more frantic, a desperate attempt to reach the peak of pleasure.

“You spin around, attempting to insert me into yourself from the standing position.” The struggle was brief, fueled by mutual desire. "After a couple of attempts we can’t get the angle right, and you walk sexily down the hallway in front of the closet doors and sit down… waiting.” I followed her, feeling a surge of anticipation as we moved closer to our shared sanctuary. “I sit down across from you, not sure what position you want to be in.” Her eyes flashed with a mischievous glint. “Frustrated you pull me towards you and you lean back.”

“You feel my weight on top of you, as we move into the missionary position.” Her fingers encircled my penis, guiding it into her wet cunt. The sensation was exquisite, a slow, building crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. “You feel me pause, trying to make sure I don’t hurt you by penetrating to quickly.” Her hands slowly descended down my back, grabbing my butt to guide me into her. “Soon my penis is fully inside of you, and we begin to rock back and forth, grinding ourselves against each other.”

The pleasure was intense, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me. I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the primal urge to connect with her. Her legs encircled my calves, tightening our embrace, pulling me even deeper into her. Looking in the mirror, we witnessed our passionate embrace, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.

“I pull back slightly so that I can see more of your gorgeous naked body.” Her body arched further, exposing more of her perfect curves. “You’re so so so incredibly hot when you’re having sex.” Her eyes sparkled with delight, mirroring my own excitement. “You’re perfect breasts arching up toward my body make me want to have pictures and videos and sketches and anything I can that captures you’re sexy body.” Her hands caressed my face, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re perfect shape, and soft touch drives me wild with desire.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Everywhere you place your hands becomes a lightning rod for pleasure, and everywhere my eyes fall becomes the images I want to keep forever.” Her gaze lingered on my body, a silent invitation to continue exploring her beauty.

“Your beautiful hair, flowing down, makes you look so sexy and beautiful… but it’s the faces you make when you’re feeling good, when we’ve hit a good rhythm, when you know how hot and sexy you look… when I can see lust and desire and pleasure in your eyes… when you look over into the mirror so that you can see our naked bodies just before you pull me close and start making love in earnest, desperate for us to orgasm together… that looks drives me wild.” Her eyes pleaded with me, a silent challenge to lose myself completely in the moment. “It makes me want sex to last forever.”

“It leaves me in a trance long after you’ve finished and we’re in bed.” She whispered, her voice filled with a desperate longing. “It haunts my dreams that night, and constantly turns me on throughout the next day.” Her touch remained on my skin, a constant reminder of the pleasure we had just shared.

“All I want to do for days after is come home and do whatever I can to get you into that state again.” Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m totally addicted to you.” Her eyes closed, her body arching further in response. “I’m addicted to your love, and your conversation.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m addicted to your touch, and the taste of your mouth.” Her lips brushed against mine, a sweet, intoxicating sensation. “I’m addicted to your body, and your wonderful nakedness.”

“And yes, I’m addicted to making love with you.” Her voice was soft, a whispered confession of her deepest desires. “I don’t know how I’m going to handle being away from you.” Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze filled with a desperate plea. “I can barely handle going to work.” She pulled me closer, her body trembling with anticipation. “I can barely handle sharing you with other people at group events.” “I can barely sit on the other side of the love seat I home.” “I can barely resist not grabbing you and having sex with you multiple times a day.”

“When your getting ready for your bath I want to take you from behind, when I come home for lunch I want to make desperate love at the lunch table, when your preparing dinner I want to place you on the counter and drive you wild with my tongue, and every every EVERY night I want to make passionate love to you.” Her words hung in the air, a testament to her unyielding desire. “You’re just too hot, sexy, and beautiful… and the longer I’m with you the less I can hold myself back.”

That night, you knew why I was lifting up, and you arched yourself to show off you perfect breasts. You’ lips twisted to show pleasure as you pushed up against me. You pulled me back against yourself, and we began to desperately make love. You could feel my penis pulse inside of you as I road you harder and harder. You tightened you arms around my back and tried to pull me closer as impossible as that seemed. I began to sweat again as I drove as deep as I could. You felt us grind together, and saw the ecstasy on my face. Groans began to escape your lips as you came closer to orgasm.

You snake your hands lower and grab my butt, trying to grind me harder inside of you. I moan as I feel your fingers move down my backside and try my best send you over the top. You moan into my neck as you orgasm, lifting up against me, just after I fill you with cum. Exhausted I collapsed and sat in a daze as you headed to the bathroom. I sat there trying to remember my name, and where I was. You had just sent me to the moon and back, and I wasn’t quite ready to face reality again. After stumbling to the bath room, we slide into bed, and stayed up late chatting and holding each other. It was the best good bye present ever, and I’ll never forget it. And I’ll think about it every night while we’re away.

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