"I long for you." Those four words took her breath away. Simple, but she knew that those words were exactly how she felt about him.
Smiling, she wrote back, "Sweetheart, the feeling is mutual." She read it over and hit send. Closing her laptop, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was thinking about their last time together, which was right before he left on this trip.
He was packing as she sat there on the bed watching him and helping him fold his clothes.
"I'm going to miss you, baby," he said to her as he took the pile of underwear from her.
"Are you sure you're going to have enough?" she asked him, looking at the pile.
"Baby, I will have more than enough pairs of underwear," he replied, chuckling. "Besides, I could always go commando."
She stopped and looked at him, and burst out into giggles. "I'm sorry, love, I'm just going to miss you. You don't usually go for long periods of time..." she trailed off.
He dropped what he was doing and came over to her. "Love, look at me," he commanded. Listening to him, she looked up at him. He cradled her face in his hands and leaned down. "I will be back. You know that. I always come back to you." She leaned forward and kissed him. "I know. I just worry and over think things when you go."
He pulled back from her and went back to his suitcase. Instead of continuing his packing, he moved everything off of the bed, and then came back over to her. He pushed her back, so she was on her back. He crawled up, covering her body with his.
He grabbed her wrists, and raised them up over her head as he leaned down and kissed her. Whimpering, she looked at him. He smiled at her, let go of her wrists, and said, "Scoot up closer to the headboard." She did as he asked, her heart beating faster. She scooted up till her head was on the pillow and then waited to see what he would do next.
Reaching down into his suitcase he grabbed a couple ties. He reached down for one of her wrists and pulled it up over her head. Wordlessly, she watched him as he gently wrapped it around her wrist and then the post. He did the same thing with the other wrist. After he was done, he told her, "You know the rule. If you feel like you're in danger, or uncomfortable, just tell me. You know I will listen and let you go." She nodded her head to show that she did know. She trusted him with everything that she had.
He started out lightly kissing her forehead. "Damnit!" she thought. "So he is going this route." This route was the "Torture Sarah route". The one where he took his time. Kissing her from head to knees. (Yes, the knees....he knew she despised having her feet touched, let alone kissed). She focused back on him when she felt his tongue trail the length of her cheek. "I was just making sure you were still with me. You seemed lost in thought for a minute there," he said when she giggled.
When he felt like her focus was completely back on him, he continued his journey. His lips met hers, but just briefly. He moved onto her chin and her jaw line. Tiny kisses and licks, teasing her, listening to her breathing catch just a little. He moved back up to her lips. He kissed them softly, then with more pressure. Her mouth opened a little more with each kiss until he was able to push his tongue in. It was now a battle of tongues. Hers was trying to get as much as his was giving. He pulled away, both of them breathing hard, making her whimper. But he moved back to her jaw line. Kissing her again there, moving down to her neck.
He heard her gasp when his lips connected with her neck. She felt his teeth nip at her skin, making her moan. She arched her neck to give him more access, which he took full advantage of. He didn't want to mark her up to the point of where people could plainly see what she had been up to, but it was still pinkish
