Saturday, February 16, 2013

Saturday AfterDark Moment {6}: Belated Valentine

It's Saturday and that means it's time for another Saturday AfterDark Moment.  As usual I've whipped up something slightly naughty  (or maybe more than slightly - I'll let you decide) for your reading enjoyment.  Also don't forget to click on the banner to the left to check out the rest of the contributors offerings.

His indrawn gasp told it all. Peeking through the fan of my lashes I took in his haggard expression, dusty Army fatigues and the growing bulge in his uniform pants. Under me the cool surface of our dining room table was smooth as satin and the rose petals I’d swiped from our florist shop tickled.

It’d taken some timing on my part, to arrange such a welcome home sight, but it was worth it. It’d been a long six months since my husband had been deployed and while he’d tried to make it back in time for Valentine’s day, it just hadn’t occurred. But such was the life of an Army wife. I loved Jason and his need to do his patriotic duty – even if it did take me some time to get used to my florist husband going Rambo on me. 9-11 had affected us all, especially Jason who had lost not only a sister in the collapse of tower two but his brother, a first responder had been killed when building one had fallen.

“Tricia….baby.” The raw need in his voice wasn’t surprising. Over the past six months I’d been naughty – sending scantily clad pictures to him. Writing to him about my darkest fantasies, teasing us both with what we couldn’t have because time and distance separated us. As his duffle bag hit the floor with a resounding thud, I grew wet. It’d been too long since I’d felt his hands on my body.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” I barely got the words out of my mouth, before his kiss took my breath away. As he eased me back against the surface of the table, I clung to his broad shoulders. For just a moment, he stared down at me. I knew what he saw, the lacy red boy shorts, and the huge red bow I’d managed to haphazardly tie across my breasts.

Hands that handled delicate flowers as well as his M-16 untied the bow with ease. I groaned as his lips captured one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Pleasure swamped me. I needed him. No amount of masturbation or fantasies could compare to this, I thought in a daze as he drew back to yank his shirt off. Tanner than I could ever remember him being, I saw his time over there had resulted in more than a chiseled physique. The slightly red gash on his side was barely healed. The splash of reality had me sitting up. “Oh my god…”

His dark green eyes were hazy with lust. “It’s nothing.” His tone turned pleading as he unsnapped his pants, before reaching for my panties. “I have to have you.”

“Are you sure…” I nibbled on my lip, torn between desire and concern.

“Does this feel like I’m sure?” He groaned, wrapping my hand around his cock just before pushing against my opening. He was hard and hot as he sank inside. 
“Yes…” I moaned as he began to move.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.


  1. Erotically romantic. I love the late Valentine's display she made of herself and his brutal war torn body so full of passion.

  2. Very Hot. Every day should be Valentine's Day. :)

  3. Oh l loved this, superb writing. Emotive, hot, powerful and passionate, just beautiful!

  4. Holy smokes! That was one steamy piece. Now, that's what I call an "AfterDark Moment"

  5. Very hot and romantic, a perfect belated Valentine gift