They showed up at my door. The Sergeant and the Chaplain. I stood there in silence. I knew what it meant. Every wife, mother, father, brother, sister, we all knew what it meant for them to be at our door.
He was MIA they said. His helicopter went down and they had not found any survivors yet. I still stood there in silence. They asked if there was anything they could do. DOâ¦..YES THERE IS SOMETHING YOU COULD DOâ¦..BRING HIM BACK TO ME.
After they left I just stood in the living room surveying the boxes that still had to be unpacked. He had just been stationed here at this base when he was called up. He had no time to help me do anything. But I was use to this. I laughed at it sometimes thinking how he always managed to get out of the unpacking. But today was different. Today a cloud hung over me. But for some reason I could not feel that he was gone. I would know it if he was. My heart was telling me he was still alive. Or was my mind trying to play tricks on me.
Days passed with no word. I watched the news thinking I may be able to catch a glimpse of him somewhere in the crowds. But nothing. There was also no word from the COâs. What was I to do? I couldnât just sit there and do nothing. So I finished the unpacking and made everything ready for him to come home. He was coming home. I knew it. I knew it in my very soul.
One morning as I stoop washing dishes, the phone rang. But today I just did not want to talk to anyone. Today was a bad day. My hopes were getting smaller as the days passed into weeks. On and on it rang, but I just ignored it. I just stood looking out the garden window in the kitchen.
What was I going to do now? I had been trying to keep my days full so I wouldnât have to think too much. But there was nothing else to do.
Suddenly, arms surrounded my waist. I knew those arms. I know that scent. I knew this man. Turning with more speed than I could imagine, I threw my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. I was never going to let this man out of my sight again.
He held me close, raining kisses over my face, and running his hands over my body as if to memorize it. I did the same, making sure that the man I loved was in one piece. His uniform becoming disarrayed as I felt my way up and down his body. Turning into the kitchen, he laid me back on the table. Tearing open my shirt so that he could see my voluptuous breasts heaving with excitement. Taking his masculine and beautiful face and nuzzling them as if he had never seen them before. Taking my hand and reaching down to unfasten his belt, I felt him growing hard. I wanted this man and I wanted him now.
.
With a hard and quick thrust he was inside me. Filling me with every part of his being. Making it feel as if was the first time and the last time we would ever touch each other this way.
As he glided in and out of me with a rhythm that matched our heartbeats, I stared into his eyes. Eyes that were haunted with the memories of what he had witnessed. Encouraging him to move faster and harder, I wrapped my legs around his and grabbing his butt, I intensified the roughness of it. Telling him how much I loved him. Telling him that I never gave up. Telling him that I needed him. Telling him that I wanted him. Grabbing my breasts and squeezing them gently made me draw in a breath that ended my words.
Harder and harder he continued till I felt his end was near. Grabbing him and holding him close to my body, I whispered in his ear to let everything go. Just then he did. Letting out a moan that wasnât just filled with his release, but filled with everything that had happened. His body shuddering to a final climax that hopefully would end the bad memories.
Our bodies still connected, he lifted me and took me to the bedroom. Laying us both upon it so that we would stay as one. When he finally slept, I just kept stroking him. Knowing that my man was home and that he was safe. With one lonely tear falling down my face, I too finally found that peaceful sleep.
