I'll never forget the day my husband came home to me. He is in the Army and had been in Korea for a year on a hardship tour. It was the most difficult time of my life. The whole time he was gone it was like a part of me was missing. In truth something was missing...my heart. We've been together for seven years now, married for three, and it seems that we are both halves of the same whole. I came alive again the moment I saw him walking through the airport terminal towards me. This was before the heightened security after the September 11th attacks, but since it was 11:30 at night, no one was allowed in the terminal. He had eyes only for me that night. As soon as he stepped through the gate I was in his arms, vowing never to let go again. He had to let go of me only to greet his family, but I was never more than an arms length away from him at any time. Most of the time at the airport was a blur, as was the ride home in the back of my father-in-law's truck. I remember our hands wandering, but not being obvious because of his father in the front seat.
After we arrived home, his mother wanted to see him, naturally, so we had to wait even longer to do what we both needed to do. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, his mother went to bed and we were alone at last.
I don’t remember who made the first move, all I remember is being in his arms, hugging, kissing, touching the places on him that I had been denied. And his hands weren’t idle either. He knows just where to touch me, when, how hard or soft. I can’t explain it; it is very rare that I need to tell him what to do. At first I was shy, after all it had been a year since he had seen me, even though he is my husband. It felt like it was our first time all over again. He sat down on the couch and had me straddle his lap. As he started to unbutton my blouse, the shyness really kicked in. I wasn’t sure if he would still be attracted to me. That was when he pushed his hips up to mine, and all doubts were erased.
“Did you miss me?” he whispered huskily, as he pressed himself to me again.
I groaned. “You know I did” I replied before claiming his mouth again. “Did you miss me?” I asked him
“What do you think?” he said, as he finished off the last button, claiming my breasts at last. He knows how sensitive they are, he’s been able to make me cum just by teasing my nipples. We kissed hungrily, not being able to get enough of each other. But a growing awareness of where we were started to form in my mind, and I think he realized it at the same time. “Let’s go upstairs”. Let me tell you. That was the longest trip up the stairs I have ever made. We had to stop every few steps, just to touch, to make sure that this wasn’t another fantasy of ours.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally made it to our room. Ever the gentleman, he let me go in first, then he shut the door, locking it so our son wouldn’t disturb us in the morning. To this day, I don’t remember removing my clothes, or his for that matter. I just remember us coming together on the bed, hugging each other so tight, like we were never going to let go. Tears started to form in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that he was actually there with me. He just held me tighter, letting me cry it out, speaking the soothing words that I needed to hear from him, that he loved me, and missed me, and that he would never leave me again. He started placing kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, but when he reached my mouth, the kisses became hotter, more passionate. He slowly kissed his way down to my neck, taking a slight detour to the spot just behind my ear, the one he knows will make me melt. By the time he got to my breasts, I felt like I was on fire, I wanted to skip all the foreplay and go at it, but he would have nothing of it.
“Let me tease you” he whispered against my breast. Now there was no way I could resist him, I never could. I just nodded and he clamped his mouth over my nipple, making me shoot off the bed. I was so lost in the pleasure that he was giving me, I didn’t notice his hand slowly working its way down my body, towards that special spot. He paused, noticing that I had shaved. He groaned, and then slipped his hand between my thighs. Just a light touch and I exploded, my first orgasm from someone other than myself in over a year. But he wouldn’t let up. His caresses became bolder, more demanding. I was not above begging at this point.
“Put your fingers inside me” I pleaded, writhing on the bed.
“No, there is only one thing that you’ll get inside you tonight” he grinned down at me, “Besides, I’m not done teasing you yet”.
