Sara laid her hand on the firm curve of his bicep, her fingers trailing down to the taut, sun-kissed skin that stretched over his forearm. She could feel the coiled energy beneath her touch, a testament to the strength that he had honed in the military. Her heart ached knowing that soon, very soon, he would leave for a war-torn country.
She looked up at him, her light green eyes searching his dark brown ones, seeking assurance, seeking love. The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, sensual and knowing. He knew what she needed. But there was something she needed more. An experience, a memory to cherish in the cold, lonely nights that would come.
He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking, igniting a trail of fire that spread from her face to her toes. His lips descended on hers, soft, gentle, a sweet caress that deepened, grew more urgent with each passing moment.
His tongue played a sensual game with hers, tasting, exploring the depths of her mouth as his hands moved to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lace-covered curves that he so loved. The cold air in the room pebbled her nipples, making them ache for his touch, his mouth.
He laid her down on the bed, his body hovering above hers as his lips moved to her collarbone, her neck. Each kiss, each caress seemed to stoke the fire within her to a feverish pitch. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, his eyes feasting on the dusky nipples that stood in attention for him.
His thumb and forefinger rolled one of her nipples, the sensation was exquisite, making her back bow off the bed. He lowered his head, his warm, wet mouth closing over her nipple, pulling a gasp from her. His other hand went to work unbuttoning her jeans, pulling down the zipper, and slipping his hand inside the waistband of her panties.
His fingers found her core, slipping through the slick folds of her pussy, finding the little nub of her clit. He circled it, once, twice, before dipping a finger into her warmth. God, she was tight, a virgin, and soon to be his in every way.
Her hips bucked, chasing his finger, wanting more. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her body nearly erratic with need. She was so close, and he knew it, knew her body better than anyone else.
He withdrew his fingers from her heat, and she whimpered, needing the release that he had denied. He shucked his pants, his heavy cock springing free from its confines. He was beautiful, hard, and all hers.
He notched the head of his cock at her entrance, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, wanting him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. He pushed forward, breaching her virginity, breaking through the barrier that had kept her innocence intact until now.
He paused, giving her time to adjust to the invasion of his cock. She could feel the stretch, the burn, but she also felt an overwhelming sense of completion, of rightness. He pulled back, and then thrust forward, setting a pace that made her breath catch in her throat.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, holding on tightly as each thrust, each stroke brought her closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, pulling a sharp cry from her. He bit down, and she shattered, her pussy clenching around his cock, pulling him over the edge with her. They climaxed together, their mingled cries echoing through the room.
As they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, Sara knew that she would cherish this moment for the rest of her life, the moment that she gave her innocence, her body to the man she loved. The man who was about to leave her, but was now forever a part of her in every possible way. She prayed for his safe return, for their future, and for the love that had blossomed between them.
