My eyes shot open. He’d never said those words before. Did he just say what I thought he did? “You love me?” I asked quietly.
He nodded, “I’ve known for a little while, but was almost afraid to say it.” His hands raked through my hair.
“I love you too,” I said, feeling weepy, though no tears fell. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t want to lose you, and yet I don’t want to hold you back.” I clung to his body, holding him tightly.
“Baby, you won’t lose me,” his mouth was wet and warm, and his lips were sweet. “Just don’t let go.”
I closed my eyes, holding my soldier, knowing he’d be leaving in a few months. I wanted to spend whatever precious time I could with him before he went, and yet knew I’d have to deal with loneliness when he left. It was bittersweet, fall deeper in love, and then he’ll be pried from my hands – for close to a year. Could I go a full year? Life would continue on, but my boyfriend would be overseas fighting a war, and I’d worry about him every single day.
Side by side, our gaze met, and the softness, the genuine warmth was beautiful. I fully knew in that moment this was love. He said it, he meant it, and I knew how I felt. Together we would weather the storm.
Music was playing softly in the background, a mellow playlist I usually put on before I go to bed. It was the perfect back drop to what was about to happen. Sensual and smooth, the music accompanied our lovemaking. I opted for a smooth jazz for atmosphere, instead of my usual upbeat stuff I use for running.
“I just want to look at you for a minute,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “You’re such a beautiful woman.”
I blushed, hearing his words so openly. Austin was everything I wanted in a man, sexy, smart, handsome, and fun. His body was amazing, and every time we were in bed together, I loved to stroke him and let my fingers draw across his skin, playing in the lines of his abs, along his broad chest, or down his muscled biceps – tracing the lines of ink on his tattoos.
Watching him look at me so intensely, I grew shy and embarrassed, but saw the hunger in his eyes. I knew how to quench that desire, and moved in closer, pulling him to me.
His words were soft, but I held onto each and every one, knowing I’d play it back later. “I love you, Kate.” I melted into a puddle of butter at that very instant.
I interlocked my fingers with his, holding Austin’s hand. I wanted to do something special for him, and leaned in close, whispering my intent. A smile spread across his face, and as I slid down between his legs, I let my fingertips drag along his body. His erect cock stood proud and firm.
Slowly I traced the side of his manhood, my finger stopping to play with the head of his penis. I loved how it moved, dancing to my touch, a flinch this way and that. Closing my hand around his member, I held him as I lowered my mouth. Listening to his moans, I continued to tempt his senses, hoping he enjoyed the moment. My fingers delicately played with his naughty bits below, and as his groans and breathing changed, I knew he was getting close to release.
With the heated passion having reached its peak, Austin’s heart raced. I climbed beside him and placed my head on his chest, listening to it beat quickly.
“Wow,” he said, wrapping his arm around my body, pulling me closer.
Austin ran his fingers through my hair, reaching across. “Come here, you,” he said lifting me up and onto his chest. Lying atop of him, our lips found one another automatically, and his soft sweet kisses filled my heart.
I loved when his fingers played on my bottom, first tender, and then groping. He’d squeeze my cheeks and things would heat up all over again. His touch set me afire, making me feel alive. There was something special, no matter how simple or erotic his touch was I knew it was love.
“Get up,” he whispered, “I want to…” he didn’t have to say anymore.
Within moments I shifted off of him, getting up on my knees. I was ready for him to fill me completely. My insides felt empty and void, aching for him to penetrate me and quench my desire. Climbing in behind me, Austin’s hands found my breasts as he pushed in from behind. I gasped as he entered me. Our bodies connected, his hands in front of me, my own reaching back trying to hold him as he thrust deeper inside.
My head fell to the side as his hands massaged my breasts, and with each lunge, I cried out in pleasure feeling my lover take me to the edge. His hands slid from my breasts down along my stomach and moved down farther. With him inside, his fingers looking to heighten my excitement, I couldn’t hold back and was groaning, bucking back into him. I was so sensitive, and finally had to pull away, regaining my composure. His hands ran across my rounded bottom, and slowly he entered me again, finishing what he’d set out to do.