Free Secret Desires by Cat Fields Page B

aching slit.
    ‘I want you,’ she cooed in his ear. ‘I need you.’
    ‘You forgot the magic word,’ he teased, his warm breath tickling her neck.
    ‘Please,’ she begged, her fingers grasping his broad back, her thighs drawing him in. ‘ Please , my love.’
    The words sounded familiar in his ear. It was the exact phrase she had used when he told her of his call to duty. She had said; Please, my love. Don’t go, to which he had responded, I’m sorry .
    But he was not sorry at this moment, for he knew this would be a night to remember. A night of passion and lust, the likes of which he had not experienced for many years. 
    He cradled her upper body in his strong arms, drawing her close as he prepared to bring them together. He could feel her heat emanating from her most private area. He moved to enter her, pausing to feel to slick wetness of her against his manhood. He shivered with anticipation – it took all of his self-control not to take her then and there, with reckless abandon. He controlled himself and looked into her eyes. She looked back with adoration and hunger for him. He smiled. She was growing restless, he could tell.
    He pushed his hips forward, entering her by an inch and parting her aching slit. She bit down on her bottom lip, giving a sharp intake of breath. For a moment she thought that he was finally going to bless her with the act of love making, but she was not so lucky. He withdrew, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and she knew that he really was going to make her beg.
    ‘I want all of you,’ she breathed. ‘ Please .’
    He entered her again, slowly, inch by inch. With each new depth brought new emotions. He paused to allow her mind and body time to deal with each new expansion, and to savour the feel of her body. Finally, he felt her flowing warmth fully surround him, and he was buried to the hilt in her womanhood, which accepted his length with gentle pressure. They were one.
    She’d always been tight; her walls pressing against his member would drive him mad with desire, even to this day.
    She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. Their lips met, yet he did not thrust in and out of her like a bull. Instead he stayed perfectly still, absorbing the fell of her.
    Her body trembled beneath him, fighting the urge to grind her hips against him. Instead, they simply revelled in the unity, and the emotion brought on by such a simple act.
    With him on top of her, their position suggested one of dominance, but at this point in time they were equals. They were simply a man and a woman, two halves of a whole, saying goodbye before he left for war.
    The candles continued to dance as his lips brushed her face, admiring the softness of the woman captured in his arms.  His movements began, slowly exploring her heated depths, stirring emotions within them both. His pressure was sensual, their passion rising as each body gave its all. Both were giving, and taking, their unity calling for completion.
    His hips moved against her, and she responded alike. Together they moved as one, bodies trembling and breath quickening. Sweat beaded on their brows and her warmth contracted around his pulsating length, welcoming him inside her.
    Burying his face in her neck and breathing in her scent, he was momentarily overwhelmed with affection for his wife, so much so that he felt his eyes water. She felt it too; the burning in her throat as a singular tear escaped her eye and trailed down her cheek, falling on the pillow. Such was the intensity of their emotions.
    Their passion rose, and her body gave him everything; her mind transported to a place of pure bliss. He watched her go there, saw the flickering of her eyelids as pleasure consumed her entire being. She writhed, legs tightening around his waist, and fingers digging into his back. He felt the walls of her warmth contract around his member, squeezing him tight and making it nearly impossible to control himself. Yet he managed. He wasn’t ready for