"Okay, what the fuck was going on here," he thought. He'd been gone before, and longer than this. And every time up to now she'd greeted him with open arms. Sure, it took a little time to get back into the routine of the house. The kids were growing up, things changed, tastes changed. But he always thought that her love for him would always stay the same. He felted wanted and needed. He felt like he was a part of something special whenever he was with her.
She was everything he had always wanted: smart, beautiful, witty. Not to mention she was fantastic in bed. He always seemed to be able to bring her to orgasm with minimal effort on his part, a feat that pleased him to no end.
True, things had been strained lately. Work had taken its toll. As he got higher up in rank and responsibility, the needs of the military kept taking more and more time away. More often than not, work kept him at long hours. When he did get home, the stress of the inter-office politics and dealing with subordinates left him drained. Regular chores often went by the wayside, to everyone's aggravation. Intimacy was as frequent as a blue moon. She looked especially appealing. A light blue sundress, with thin straps over smooth shoulders. The neckline showed just a hint of cleavage, although it hugged her firm bosom, showing her ample gifts. The dress cut just at her thighs. It was relatively modest for a sundress, but it accentuated her lovely body as well as covering it. Her soft brown hair had been cut since the last time he saw her. Instead of reaching to her shoulders, it just reached the nape of her neck.
She had the usual array of freckles across her nose, but recently they had spread to her cheeks and neck in a tantalizing way. Obviously, she'd gotten some sun over the summer. Her hair was tousled in a way that made him want to run his hands through it.
"Do you really think you can just come back after four months and act like nothing's changed?" she said angrily.
How could he possibly think she would just melt into his arms? Four months of loneliness. Nothing but housework, children, and bills. Four months of little sleep, and no time to herself. Even bathing was a chore rather than a pleasure.
"While you were gone, I had to keep this place together," she said angrily.
He stepped back and looked at her. He'd never seen her angry like this before. He'd been gone before, for months at a time. The military had a nasty habit of sending a man off to God knows where with little notice. This last one was the worst. He knew she had worried about him. It looked as though this time, it had been the last straw. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"Well, you did," she said, tears forming. "I know it was hard," he said gently.
She turned away, not wanting to break down in front of him. Damn him for doing this to her! Even in her anger, she felt his presence sparking desire within her. Don't give in, she said to herself. But he noticed how she held herself, the way she stood. He knew he'd always been able to turn her on, no matter what mood she was in.
He thought about being tentative, apologetic in his actions. He immediately discarded the idea as watched her. Deliberately, he reached for her shoulder and turned her towards him.
"Look at me" he said quietly.
She looked up at him through her tears. He put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from turning away again.
"This is not how it's going to go," he said.
He leaned down to her and put his lips on her neck. Instead of pulling away, she leaned her head back, allowing him full access to her soft skin. She sighed in frustration and desire as he placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulders.
"I'm supposed to be mad at him," she thought.
But her need was too great, and they both knew it. He straightened and looked into her eyes again.
"All you have to do is tell me to stop, but I don't think you'll want me too." He smiled, and she shivered. He stepped closer to her, his eyes glittering. She backed against the sink, her chest heaving with apprehension. She knew she should tell him to stop, but she didn't want to. She wanted to feel his breath on her neck. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel the electric pleasure of orgasm after orgasm.
He gently put his hands on her shoulders. He towered over her, looking down into her gentle brown eyes. He smiled gently, but with an undertone of hardness, of steel resolve. She knew he could easily take what he wanted from her. He slowly lowered his lips to her neck once again. Just as before, she gasped as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her skin. Thrills of pleasure went through her. She felt her wetness increase. Her fragile panties quickly soaked as he gently kissed her shoulder. He moved the thin strap aside and slowly worked down to her chest. Her breathing quickened even more. She let out a slow moan in pleasure and in fear of her abandonment to the ecstasy he offered.
"Sweet girl. No bra. That makes it easier."
He pulled down the other strap of her flimsy dress, and gently kissed her full breasts. She moaned again, wanting badly for him to put his mouth on her hard nipples. She wanted him to suck them long and hard. But he played further, placing kiss after kiss on her soft mounds. His strong, warm hands cupped her. Finally, he deliberately placed his mouth over one nipple, and stayed there. She waiting impatiently to feel his hot tongue, but there was nothing. Angry, she looked down, and saw his eyes twinkling merrily, as he teased her. She moaned in frustration, not wanting to beg, but longing for the electric feel that his actions would bring. She moaned again, grabbing his hair in both hands and pushing him closer.
With a quiet laugh, he lapped at her nipple. As she felt his powerful tongue, she shuddered, and the wetness between her thighs doubled. He'd made her come just with one lick.
