Let Me Love You
Kenna
My favorite piece of furniture, besides our bed, is the chaise lounge in the living room. Usually during deployments, I spend more nights sleeping on it than in my own bed, because I never sleep well without Jake. These past few weeks have been no different.
Why do I smell bacon? I was home alone when I fell asleep on the chaise.
Slowly, I realize Jake is home and in our kitchen.
I get up, wiping my now sweaty palms on my pajama pants. Nervous energy courses through me as I prepare to enter the kitchen, stopping when I hear Jake’s voice.
“Dammit, you can’t get shit right with her, not even a simple breakfast,” he mutters as he tosses burned bacon onto a plate.
Watching Jake in our kitchen makes me want to laugh. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and he’s clearly focused on what’s in front of him. He’s great at grilling and barbequing, but cooking has never been his strong suit. It’s good to have him home, regardless of how messed up things are.
When I feel warm liquid stream down my face, I realize I’m crying.
Sensing me, Jake turns around and immediately begins walking toward me. I practically jump on him, feeling so conflicted. Yes, I’m still upset, but I’m so happy to have him I don’t care about any of that in this moment.
It takes him a minute, but he finally wraps his arms tightly around me. Then he brings his head down to my neck, inhaling like it’s his very last breath, both of us not speaking.
We need to talk, but I don’t want to break this moment. Comfort, security, and love envelope me when I’m wrapped in his strong arms.
“Jake,” I whisper so low I’m not even sure I manage to speak it.
He shakes his head against my neck, pulling me tighter.
I don’t know how long we stay like this. When he finally pulls away, I think it’s to talk. Instead, he gently brushes kisses on my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and then he begins to kiss my lips, backing me up. Once he has me between him and our kitchen wall, he deepens the kiss into a passionate, feral, needful kiss. His hands all over me, I’m unable to keep up with his movements.
“Jake,” I manage to say louder as he kisses my neck.
“Angel, no talking right now. Just let me love you, please.”
I nod. There is nothing I want more right now than to let him love me. Needing him, wanting him, I put enough space between us to look in his eyes.
“Upstairs, baby, I want us upstairs.”
Before I can move, he scoops me over his shoulder, and we are ascending the stairway.
***
Jake
Once we make it to our room, I gently lay Kenna on our bed, slowly taking in every inch of her. She’s in a pair of old plaid pajama pants and a tank top, and her hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head. Never has she been as beautiful to me as she is in this moment.
To be apart when my heart and body crave her has been slowly killing me. I’m going to savor every moment and every inch of her body right now and for as long as I can.
I start by rubbing her feet, planting tender kisses on her ankles. Removing her clothes, I begin to love her entire body slowly, delicately, deliciously.
I massage my way up her legs, continuing to nuzzle and kiss her skin. I bypass her core for now, giving attention to her flat waistline. Her hands are in my hair, that simple touch driving me wild even while I am still fully clothed.
When she reaches out to touch me again, I laugh as I put her hands above her head.
“Angel, if you touch me, this will be over before I even get started. Lie back and let me love you.”
Back to my original path, I graze her breasts with my teeth gently. Then I lean in to caress one, while drawing her nipple into my mouth, my other hand gently grazing between her legs. Just from my brushing the outer lips of her folds, she rises up, trying to pull my hand in for more friction.
I continue suckling her breasts, giving equal attention to both, as I blow, nip, suck, kiss, and caress, all the while teasing her with long, gentle strokes up and down her legs.
Tracing featherlight touches all over her body, I begin whispering in her ear.
“I love you, Kenna Jean, beyond forever.” Providing light kisses, I continue, “You are where I begin and end. I am everything I am because of you. Without you, I am a shell, hollow and empty, waiting for you to find me again. You are my home.”
She begins whimpering below me, wiggling her body, wanting more.
I kiss my way south, and when I reach her lower belly, I kiss my way from one hip to the other, blowing gently on her clean-shaven middle. Then I make my way back to her center where, smelling her arousal, I taste the sweetness that is purely my Kenna.
Spreading her with my tongue, I lick her clit while massaging her legs, spreading them wide, flicking my tongue in and out of her core. She writhes wildly underneath me.
I feel like I am going to explode, the strain in my pants becoming painful against my zipper.
I insert a finger with a slow in and out motion, sucking her clit fiercely with my mouth. I feel her building as I make a come-hither motion with my finger, rubbing her special spot. She comes hard and fast, shuddering around me.
Lost in her body, I’m vaguely aware that she’s screaming my name as she trembles through the aftershocks. Meanwhile, I continue to gently lick, letting her ride it out.
Kissing my way back up to her breasts, massaging her legs, I allow her core a chance to recover.
“Jake, I need you. Please,” she begs.
I can take no more. I have to have my dick in her.
Quickly removing my shirt, jeans, and boxers, I then lie over her, kissing her with every emotion inside of me. This woman is my angel to be loved, cherished, and adored.
I slowly enter her tight, warm, and wet pussy, pausing for a second to gather some self-control. Then I begin moving, setting a slow, languid pace.
Watching Kenna as she is absorbed in the sensations of our love making, I never want to be without her.
“Faster, Jake, please.”
Never breaking my rhythm, I pull all the way out to the tip then slowly go back to the hilt, before I tell her, “No, angel, I’m gonna slowly love you. Let it build, baby.”
“Oh, Jake … Oh, Jake … Oh, Jake …” is all Kenna says.
I feel the need to speed up as my climax approaches. I reach between us, rubbing Kenna’s clit in circles with my thumb as I pick up my pace. She comes around me, milking my dick as her orgasm hits. Self-control gone, I release right behind her. Holding her there, still inside her.
I don’t want to move.
I kiss her tenderly then finally withdraw before pulling her in close as I move to my side. She is facing me as I tuck her head under my chin.
We lie there silently for I don’t know how long, her tracing my tattoos while I rub her hair and back.
I love this woman. She is everything to me. I don’t want to be apart from her again. We need to talk, but neither of us seems ready to break the spell between us.
Then Kenna’s phone rings, pulling us out of our reverie. She pulls away from me to get it, leaving me feeling empty.
“Shit, Chad, I’m sorry. I’m on my way. I overslept.” She hangs up.
“I’m late for work,” is all she says to me as she begins to scramble around.
She hops in the shower while I’m left wondering, Where do we go from here?