Bac in My Arms Again

"What's the matter, Shannon?" I asked.

My wife of a year looked me straight in the eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair and slim figure had made her quite a catch. My own short brown hair, rugged face, and muscled frame had made me attractive to the ladies. Everyone thought of us as the perfect couple. "Will, life with you is... too perfect. You have a steady job, you take care of me and you give me all the love and affection I want. There's no sense of danger. No fear involved."

I blinked in confusion. "And...? I know you're only 23, and I'm 24, but stability is a good thing."

Shannon sighed. "I can see I'm not getting through to you." She pivoted on her heel and walked out the door, taking her handbag and nothing else. A motorcyclist was waiting outside on his bike. Shannon jumped on the back and wrapped her arms around him to hold on.

"I'll always love you, Shannon!" I called. Shannon turned her head and acknowledged my remark with a nod. The bike cranked into gear, and Shannon roared off into the fading daylight with her biker friend.

[6 months later]

I stared at the TV, not really watching the DVR'd game. The 34-13 demolition of Miami by Alabama felt cold. The same way my heart did. I still missed Shannon every day.

A loud noise from the front door broke into my thoughts. It didn't sound like a knock, but more as if someone had fallen against it. I snapped off the TV and rose to investigate.

A slim blonde woman was lying on the stoop. Her face was covered with bruises. Her clothes had been torn, as if she had been in a vicious fight. There was something familiar about her...

I scooped her up and carried her inside, then laid her down on the sofa. "Let's get you cleaned up, miss." I applied an antiseptic to the cuts on her face, then removed her tattered clothes. She was too weak to protest. More bruises and cuts covered her upper body. I applied more antiseptics, then drew her a bath.

As I settled her into the hot, relaxing water, she spoke. "Thanks, Will."

That voice. It couldn't be! "How'd you know my name?"

"You don't remember me?"

My face broke into a huge grin. "Shannon! I have spent every day since you left thinking about you. I have missed you beyond all words."

"You're not mad at me, Will?"

"I won't be if you promise to never run away again. I'm just so happy you're back."

Shannon gave me a smile that melted me. "I promise. I was looking for danger, but I didn't expect to be beaten to a pulp by my boyfriend and dumped for a skank with peroxide hair and huge fake tits. At least he was considerate enough to drop me back here afterwards."

I removed my own clothes and joined her in the large tub. "Promise to stay, and I assure you I'll treat you like the beautiful, sweet woman you are."

Shannon repositioned herself so that she was in my arms. "Deal." Her kiss was soft and tender. I responded in kind, holding her close.

"I missed you, sweetie," I whispered. "Now that I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go." My lips lightly touched her neck. She pressed closer to me.

"I'll never question stability again," Shannon whispered. Her tongue brushed against my earlobe.

I ran my hands very lightly up and down her back, and Shannon let out a contented sigh. Her own hands softly caressed my flesh. "I missed your touch," I murmured.

Shannon slid one of her hands down to my leg. She reached for my rod. "I know something I'd like to touch."

I dipped my head to kiss her chest. "Mmmmmmm. No complaints here." I kissed between her perky breasts, and Shannon used her free arm to secure my head in place.

"I think we should take this elsewhere," she whispered. We rose, dried off and let the tub drain. I guided her to the bed.

"Your bruises will heal," I murmured, lying her down next to me. "Shannon, I'm just happy to be with you again."

Shannon smiled. "Oh, Will. You always know just what to say." Her hand wrapped around my pole, and I teased her slit with a fingertip. She spread her legs slightly, and I found her clit with a second finger. Shannon gasped at the sensation.

She sped up her stroking. "Oh, Shannon," I moaned. Her other hand found my balls and she teased them gently.

Shannon's smile was lustful as she sheathed my pole. "I want to ride you, Will." She lowered herself slowly onto me. I lay still, enjoying the feeling of being in her. I figured she was still pretty weak, so I let her control the pace. She established a slow, gentle rhythm.

After a few minutes, I began to move with her. She sped up a little bit. I took it easy, matching her smooth motions. Eventually, she climaxed once, then again. Her second climax finished me, and she let out a lusty yell of pure sexual satisfaction.

After climbing off me and discarding the condom, Shannon lay next to me. She was clearly exhausted, but smiling. "It's good to be back."

I gently wrapped my arms around her, holding her softly with her head on my chest. "It's good to have you back, Shannon. I love you."

She smiled. "I love you too, Will."

We've had a long and happy life together since then.