Secret Desires by Cat Fields

it to be over yet.
    When the reward of his slow and sensual love consumed her, he held her close, keeping her safe. Pleasure consumed her, lasting several minutes. Her body was like an open flame, hot to the touch. Goosebumps erupted over her skin as she convulsed beneath him, wave after wave washing over her. He watched her face, contorted, as though in pain, yet he knew she felt nothing but bliss.
    She was left panting in his arms, a bead of sweat in the hollow of her neck. He dipped his head and licked the saltiness from her throat. She smiled, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
    Brushing a tendril of hair from her face, he studied her, feeling nothing but love and admiration for the strong woman in his arms.
    “What will I do without you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their beating hearts.
    “I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised. 
     
    -         9 MONTHS LATER –
     
    There was a knock on the door at three o’clock that afternoon. Strange, she hadn’t been expecting company. Getting up from the sofa, she went to answer the door. She opened it, perhaps expecting to find the mailman with a package for her. Or perhaps it was her worst fear. After all, she hadn’t heard from her husband for two months. Their base had been attacked, and she’d received no word regarding whether he was dead or alive. 
    On the doorstep stood an army officer, his head was bowed, and his cap was pulled down, covering his face.
    It was her worst nightmare.
    “Y-yes?” she stammered, clutching the doorhandle for support.
    “Ma’am,” he said. “I have news of your husband.”
    She couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to hear it.
    “Wh-what?”
    “He’s standing on your doorstep.” The army officer looked up, revealing a dazzling smile.
    She squealed, jumping into his arms and planting kisses on every inch of his face.  “You’re home!” she wailed, tears streaming down her eyes.
    He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the ground. They staggered into the house, kissing deeply. 
    He had wanted to surprise her, and knew it had worked. She shook as she embraced him, clambering to touch every inch of his skin.
    Their eyes met and he saw the unspoken passion in her expression. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but not like the last time they’d been together. Before, it had been slow, and sensual, as they savoured each moment. Now, their hands were frantic, and everything seemed rushed. He couldn’t wait to feel her skin against his body.
    He kissed her deeply, pressing her against the wall. Their lips moulded together in a rushed kiss of hurried heat. Her teeth bit down on his bottom lip, and he moaned against her mouth.
    Her hands tugged at his shirt, which was tucked into his trousers. Once free, her fingers moved beneath his shirt, her nails against his skin, increasing their passion.
    He felt his hardness expanding against his pants, straining to get free. He pressed himself against her so she could feel his arousal. She moaned, biting down on his lip harder. Their tongues entwined, he moved his hands to the hem of her skirt, hitching it around her waist.
    He didn’t want to waste any time being slow, or sensual. He needed her – it had been far too long. He was going to take her, here in the hall, with the front door wide open if he must.
    He slipped his hand inside her panties, seeking her warmth. Strong emotions flooded through him as he found her wet, and warm. Her breath caught, and she stammered his name over his lips. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as his coarse hands found the slippery bud.
    She cried out with pleasure as he thrust two fingers deep inside her wetness, almost lifting her with the force and passion he exerted. She lifted her arms over her head, bracing herself against the wall behind her as he forced another finger inside her womanhood. She squirmed and writhed against the wall, and he bit down on the flesh of her neck as