She steps out of the shower and picks up the towel to dry off. She feels the fluff of the fleece as she dries her body, taking extra time to caress the swell of her belly.
A tiny flutter answers her stroking, making her smile. But the tears come again.
The towel around her, she reaches the window next to her bed. She looks outside, into the distance, to the beach. She remembers.
She remembers the time when she wasn't alone, when he was there with her, on the silty sandy beach. The bright, sandy beach, so bright it hurt her eyes without her hat, her sky-blue hat. The hat he had bought her before... before everything was washed away from under her.
The perfect week it had been, not expecting to meet anyone, but meeting him nonetheless. His romantic, gentle seduction was the answer to every adolescent fantasy she had ever had. But he was hers and she was his.
He didn't have much time, on shore leave. Needed a break, so he had said. As a lower-ranking officer, he was entitled to a few niceties. Such as a short beach holiday.
Her room, quickly abandoned, in favor of his elegant suite, overlooking the waves and the fine white sands, and the palm trees... oh how she loved the palm trees and the flowering underbrush from which he plucked a bloom to put in her hair - the night he told her how much he loved her. The night he made her his.
She had never felt the temptation before that night. She had always had control of her senses and her fancies, never succumbed to lust. Until that night.
His soft kisses became hungry as he made love to her mouth with his tongue. Even now she can feel the tingle his tongue gave hers.
His lips traveled down her face, and down her neck, down, down as if he didn't want to miss a single part. Further down across the swells of her breasts, her tank top neckline pushed down to give him access. Finally he reached her nipples, where he focused his lips again. His kisses drew her out into little rosebuds, ready to bloom in his hands. But it was his tongue, flicking across them which made her gasp with desire as her body began to awaken under his touch.
He continued his downward journey, pushing her shorts over her hips, with the softest, gentlest hands. How he could ever command people, so gently, she would never know. He probably just asked them softly and they obeyed, because she knew she could never say 'no' to him.
Standing in his arms, his hands exploring her naked body, she felt no shame, no fear, no worry. She was completely under his spell, and content. More than content, she was excited, her every sense screaming at him to fulfill her deepest desires, to join with someone so completely that she would never be whole again without him.
Next thing she knew, she was on the bed, he was with her, caressing her body, making her his. She wanted more, oh so much more! She called out his name, and he answered... his fingers answered first, fingering her to wetness and slippery desire.
