“I hope you’re not expecting Austin to carry all the burden in this marriage, you do intend to work right? Oh, that’s what you call a career these days? Hmmm, I don’t see much of a future for promotion there…” and on, and on, and on.
When it was time to leave, I was polite but greatly relieved. “It was lovely to meet you both,” I offered, trying to harness the sling of thoughts I was actually feeling.
“Like wise,” his father said. “Again, welcome to the family.”
His mother said nothing, simply giving Austin a hug, and out the door they went.
“Are you okay?” He asked with a grimace.
“I’ll survive. How are you doing?”
“Great, now that we’re about to go home and get naked. I’m sorry my mother was so rough on you. I want to say she means well, but I’m not sure she does. I think she’s trying to scare you, to see if you’re strong enough to hang in during tough times. Sometimes, I’m not even sure what her angle is. You’re an incredible woman to have put up with that so gracefully.”
“Graceful, huh? I had a few choice comments I choked back. I just, I didn’t expect to be verbally assaulted so much. You could have jumped to my defense a little more,” I said, and then stopped the train of thought. Not today, not now. “Eh, it will be okay. God, I hope it will be okay,” I sighed. “Is she always this,” I was desperately stuck trying to find the right word. Bitchy was all that wanted to come out, but I refrained, biting my cheek. Finally, I went with difficult. “Is she always this difficult?”
“Mostly,” he flinched. “I’m sorry. She will soften up a little over time.”
“You’re damn lucky I love you this much,” I laughed.
I hoped my parents would be more charming when the moment came along. I knew they wouldn’t be assholes at least; they’d probably just embarrass me. After today, I could handle a little embarrassment – that would be cake.
Driving home, the anticipation of alone time had us both on edge. I hadn’t been naked with Austin in what felt like forever. I wanted to hide away for days and spend every second of it in bed with my lover – my future husband.
I was still wrapping my head around that bit - Austin, my husband. It felt surreal, here we were separated for what felt like forever, and now we’re together again, and soon we’d be united as husband and wife. The past year melted away, all my heartache and sorrows, now that he was home with me.
Pulling in the driveway, we both practically ran to the door trying to get to the privacy of my home. Unlocking the door, we pushed through and closed it, and within seconds Austin was working at unzipping my dress, helping it fall to the floor. The urgency was intense, the need driving our every movement.
Pressed back up against the door, I felt the weight of his body against me, and stood in my silky lingerie and heels. Red panties and matching bra, blue shoes, and my pale white skin – I was a vision of red, white, and blue for my soldier.
His mouth was hungry, and there was urgency in his kisses. Reaching down, he picked up one of my wrists and lifted it up over my head, pinning it to the door. He reached down and lifted the other as well, holding me there, my hands up and unmoving. His mouth roved from my mouth down across my neck and shoulders, and licking and tasting my skin, he found his way back to my mouth.
“Don’t move your hands,” he whispered, letting them go. “I want to look at you, just like this.”
Shoving my bra up over my breasts, he caressed them, sighing as he enjoyed my body. “It’s been so long,” he said, and then lowered his mouth. My eyes closed, feeling his hot mouth on my skin. Suckling my nipple into his mouth, I let out a small gasp of pleasure.
I meant to keep my hands up, truly I did, but I instinctually put my fingers in his short hair, pulling his head tighter to my breast. “It feels so good,” I cooed, “don’t stop.”
My hips were all ready grinding, and my need to be penetrated was strong. I ached for my lover after such a long time away from him, but I’d have to move at his pace, because he wasn’t ready to yet.
Tenderly sucking my nipple, he let his hand roam my body, and found the edge of my panties. Slowly, he played with the elastic band, and then slipped his fingers underneath, reaching for what was hidden below.
I was all ready wet, filled with excitement, his touch setting my body on fire, and when his fingers slid inside of me I groaned with satisfaction. A light tingling sensation ran through my body.
“You like that, huh?” He was caught in the moment, and as he took my body to the edge with his hands and mouth, I begged him not to stop. “You’re so wet,” he whispered.