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  Well, my love…my only true love…I’m sorry this letter is so short. Need is clawing at me now. It looks like early bedtime for me. You will be in my thoughts in all I do, as you always are. And in my fevered imagination you’re also in and on my body while I feed the craving only you can truly relieve.

  I love you madly (and want you badly),

  Hannah

  She set the pad and pen on the coffee table. Every nerve ending felt aflame. Long strides carried her toward the bedroom. She stripped her sundress off as she went, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Their bedroom was darkened against the heat of the day. Hannah liked keeping it dark, no matter what time of year. The atmosphere in there begged for liaisons. No part of the house was off limits, but being in the bedroom always meant they were going to take their time. Most of the time.

  She smirked and pulled the drawer open on her night table. Fingers closed about the glass dildo they’d purchased the year before. The fact it didn’t vibrate put it toward the bottom of their play list, but it was perfect for what she wanted right now. She peeled off her damp panties and stretched out on their bed. One thrust seated the eight-inch toy deep inside. Muscles contracted around it. Sweet sensation rolled over her skin. She gripped the bedspread to keep from touching herself.

  Once her body settled around the object, Hannah fumbled for a butt plug. No need for lube this time. Her juices provided her with abundant lubrication. She slipped the plug into her anus then stood, clenching tight to keep the dildo in place. A sigh slipped from her throat. She loved the feeling of being extra full.

  She unhooked her bra and let it fall, imagining herself naked before Danny, his to do with as he pleased. Most likely he’d turn her around if he were here and use a hairbrush on her bottom.

  Slow steps took her to the dresser. Her nipples were ripe for plucking. As was the little lady swollen between her labia. She raked her long blonde hair up and pinned it in place. The hairbrush called her name. Breath held, she picked it up and rasped the bristles over her nipples. A gasp clenched everything. Hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own. She gripped the edge of the dresser and brought the wooden brush back down hard on her butt.

  Her body cried out for more. Hannah pushed her hips out and struck the other cheek. Her clit screamed, “Please make me come.” She tightened her grip on the hairbrush and reined in some measure of control. Then gave herself the spanking she craved, and still wanted more.

  Body quivering, Hannah forced herself to set the hairbrush aside and walk to the bathroom.

  A twist of her wrist turned the faucets on. She stepped into the tub, eased down and parked first one foot and then the other on the wall next to the faucet. Slowly she lifted her crotch into the flow of water.

  Hannah moaned and arched into heaven. Seconds later orgasm rippled through her. She forced herself to stay there, seeing Danny over her—hot, ready and so delicious she wanted to eat him alive. Fingers curled around the edge of the tub in a white-knuckled grip. She writhed under the water, trying to get it just where she needed. Climax was longer in arriving this time and three times as forceful. Her body quaked with release. As the moment faded, she turned the water off and listened to it gurgle down the drain. That was about how she felt—liquefied.

  “I think that one deserves a little P.S.”

  Chapter Two

  Danny Buckner was hot, tired, pretty much miserable and one hundred percent frustrated. Enough dust and grime covered his body to create another person. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been really clean. So when he returned to his tent and found a stack of letters and a couple of packages on his bunk, it made all the bad from the week go away.

  His gaze zeroed in on the handwriting. Hannah’s flowing script scored a path to his balls and cranked his penis to full staff. She’d always had that effect on him. The mere hint of her was enough to make him hard as hell. In record time she’d become the part of Danny he’d never realized was missing until then. He proposed to her the first night they met. Of course she didn’t accept. She’d thought it was a lousy pickup line. But her laughter had sprinkled over his soul, drifted into his blood and imprinted her on his heart.

  Military orders notwithstanding, they’d been inseparable from that first moment. He’d proposed again a year later. And though physically they might be apart, emotionally they were connected on a level impossible to explain. He loved her like crazy. Craved her with an intensity that only grew with each passing year, rather than diminishing. And that intensity was growing pretty hard at that very minute.

  Danny pulled off helmet and flak jacket and sank to his cot as he dug out his pocketknife. He opened Hannah’s box first, knowing there’d be something good to eat in there. The scent of peanut butter cookies wafted his way the second he cut the tape.

  “That ought to bring the guys running.”

  She always made more than enough for everyone. It’s what most of the wives did. The Marines appreciated it. But the fact these were blessed by Hannah’s touch made them extra special. Smiling, he scooped up six, popped a seventh in his mouth and balanced the rest on his thigh as he opened the package from his grandma. Another score—oatmeal raisin cookies. He placed a handful beside the others and set the box aside. In cookie heaven, Danny shuffled through the stack of letters. He pulled Hannah’s from the pile, ordered them by postmark, then stretched out on his narrow cot to read them.

  This was the best part of any day—sharing with her. She brought out the caveman in him. At home he’d barely step across the threshold before he had her panties stripped and her bent over the couch. He’d stab his erection deep into her molten core and feel peace and oneness wash over him. As if he wasn’t complete until he could be inside her. The connection and her ready acceptance chased away every frustration he’d dealt with during the day. Just like she was doing now, even being half a world away. He slit the envelope open with his knife, plucked the pages from within and brought the letter to his nose.

  Eyes closed, he inhaled the essence of Hannah’s vanilla-scented perfume. The woman sure knew how to play to his sweet tooth. He loved to bury his face against her neck, run his fingers through her long blonde hair and breathe her in. The memory hardened him all the more, stretching the buttons on his camouflage trousers to bursting.

  Danny glanced around, saw he was alone and palmed his erection. Images of Hannah’s fingers around his cock played through his mind. Massaging his sac. Licking, sucking, teasing, rubbing. His testicles hugged his body, swelling with the surge threatening to erupt. Danny forced his hand away. He sure didn’t need to have his fellow Marines see him jack off. Oh sure, they all did it. Some even bragged about it. As far as Danny was concerned, some things were too precious to share. Giving himself a hand job was still the equivalent of fucking his wife, because she was right there with him when he did it. His inspiration, his every desire.

  Pulling in a deep breath, he read her first letter. He loved that she shared everything with him. It made him feel connected.

  The garden looked good. The drip system they’d installed before he left worked like a charm. Aphids on the roses—ladybugs to the rescue there. Irises calling it quits for the summer. Maybe they could plant some tulip bulbs when he got back.

  No problems with his truck or her car. She switched off driving each one. Got the oil changed.

  She’d really grown attached to the house and hated the idea of them getting orders and having to move. Danny understood how she felt.

  The other wives had their moments. Nothing new there. The same women complained whether their husbands were there or not. Some of the poor Marines…

  Ah, well, let it go.

  He tucked the letter into the envelope and chomped down another cookie as he picked up the next letter from her. He stretched out on the cot and stacked his snack on his stomach. As before, he sliced the envelope open, pulled out the letter and brought it up for a whiff.

  Danny frowned when the scent of vanilla e
luded him. His heart thudded, worried something was wrong, puzzling over the elusive smell weaving up from the pages. New perfume? He didn’t like that idea. He wanted tried and true. He wanted Hannah’s smell. Still, there was a familiarity about it. Something musky and…

  “Holy shit!”

  She’d sent him a whiff of pussy!

  His hard-on before was nothing compared to now. His cock screamed, “Let me out!” His body tingled as Danny opened the letter. Words leaped out at him when he unfolded the pages.

  Cock in so deep it’s kissing the back of my bellybutton…

  Sweat bathes…

  Voices outside snapped his attention up. He was lying there with a hard-on big enough to raise a flag, Hannah’s letter clutched in his sweaty, shaking fingers. Fingers that gripped the paper in order to keep out of his pants. He flopped to his stomach, realizing too late his stash of cookies were there when they crumbled to dust beneath him.

  I’ll suck them up later.

  His balls clenched at the word “suck”. He wanted to hump the cot. It was a wonder he hadn’t torn a hole in the canvas, or burned a hole through it.

  Naughty of me…

  “Hey, those cookies from Hannah?”

  Danny jumped at the sound of Drummond’s voice. Peterson was already rifling through the box.

  “Yeah,” Danny replied. “Help yourself.” Take them. Take the whole box and leave. Now!

  By some quirk of fate they did. Danny shrugged the tension from his back. His eyes poured over Hannah’s words, absorbing every single one, then reading from the start all over again, and again, until he knew one more word would have him coming where he lay.

  He rolled out of the cot and grabbed his flak jacket and helmet. There was no way he’d be able to make it until nightfall. He could barely think, much less walk. Using the helmet to shield his crotch, Danny strode from the tent. When he saw the Marines hovered around the cookie boxes like vultures, he knew the way to the head was clear. He darted beyond them, parked the helmet where it belonged—on his skull—and strode toward what little privacy he could find.

  Once in the stall, he fumbled with the trouser buttons. Finally, his penis sprang free of restraint. Danny let a muffled sigh ease from him. Eyes closed, he took a moment to caress his sac, kneading while he imagined Hannah’s nimble fingers at work, her tongue swirling over his cock head. Looping his hand around the base of his erection, Danny grabbed a wad of toilet paper. It wasn’t going to take much. If he sneezed right now he’d be coming.

  He dared a stroke and pleasure shuddered through him. Sweat sluiced off the goose bumps that erupted over his skin. He clenched his teeth against a groan. Another stroke and his knees began to tremble, threatening to pull him down. Danny braced his hand against the wall in front of him to get his balance, then pushed his back into the door.

  Often I’ll wedge the pillow between my thighs.

  Fire licked down him. If Hannah were here right now… Another shock zinged through him at the thought of being buried in her. She had the tightest pussy in the world. He stroked and squeezed, trying to wrestle some measure of control.

  I used the hairbrush on myself. My bottom still craved the swats from you.

  God, he could see her over his lap, feel her squirm with every spank he gave. He’d thrust his fingers into her cunt, her ass, then toy her clit to—

  His hips shot forward and the orgasm exploded from him.

  Danny saw sparks flash behind his eyelids. Somehow he managed to catch the semen, but anyone walking in now would know from his heaving breaths what he’d been doing. At that point he didn’t care. All he wanted was to curl up in Hannah’s arms and take a well-deserved nap. Right now he felt more relaxed than he had in ages.

  He righted his clothing, pulled in a good lungful of air and walked out. The vultures around the cookie boxes had dispersed. That most probably meant all the cookies were gone. He didn’t care. He’d already gotten exactly what he needed.

  Back in the tent, he dusted the crumbs into his palm and ate them while he read through the rest of his mail. Hannah’s special letter rated three more reads and damn if she didn’t make him hard all over again. Thankfully, his earlier climax made this erection easier to deal with. He could wait until bedtime.

  What couldn’t wait was a response to her letter. He dug his notepad from his backpack.

  Hi, hot stuff,

  I’d ask if you knew how hard you make me, but I think you already know the answer to that one. I barely made it to the head I was so hard. Each step pressed my hard-on against my trousers. It felt like I was caught in a straightjacket and I came close to losing it more than once in my rush. Then I unmanned myself by coming on less than ten strokes once I hit the head. Shame on you for making me do that. You were naughty, so very, very naughty.

  Danny could almost hear the catch in her breath when she read that. Her eyes would dilate and her nipples would harden. Her fingers would itch to bare her bottom for him, an act that always earned her extra spanks. They both knew she did that on purpose. There was something about having her over his lap, sweet ass bare, pussy juices drenching his thigh. He loved warming her bottom, then thrusting his fingers deep inside her. He’d fuck her slowly, spank her some more, make her wait to come.

  Of course, you know what must happen now. Since I’m not there to take care of you properly, I’m trusting you to do what must be done. Remember to use the soft leather belt. Your strokes must sting, but not bruise that perfect rear end of yours. I’ll expect you to be bare as well as thorough and methodical. Can you come? Why bother to ask, love? You know you won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll think of how it feels when your breasts are pressed against my thighs. How my cock feels all hard against your hip when you writhe into the spanking. You’ll come all right. You’ll come hard. So will I just thinking about it. Don’t forget a tap or two to your hard clit. Gentle, love, enough to make it really want to explode. I’ll expect a full report. Give yourself at least fifteen before you indulge yourself. I’d prefer twenty-five, but will be lenient this time. When I come home, though…

  I miss the feel of your hot body next to mine. I miss the clench of your pussy around my cock, how it screams for me to be inside. The smell of you, every part of you. Your laughter. Your lips. God, your lips. The promise of them roaming my body, sucking the life out of me.

  I think of the times you’ve bound me spread-eagle to our big bed. Sweet torture. The way your nipples carve a path through the hair on my legs. How your breasts cradle my erection, while your tongue twirls over and over, then flashes into the slit at the top. The promise of release quickly refused. I love being at your mercy. I love you being at mine too.

  Of course, my day isn’t as interesting here as yours might be. For some reason the other Marines don’t really care to see or hear me jacking off. Go figure. (smile) My private times are limited to the darkness of night. I lay in my cot and think of your body sliding over mine. Silken scarves have my wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. You slither one over my body, giving me that damn sexy smile when you see me shiver.

  You toy with the under ridge of my penis, smiling again when it twitches. Your tongue circles your lips as you lean toward the top. Then you suck that little drop from the tip and I swear I’ll shoot. But, determined you, you clamp your fist at the base and choke the climax into submission. Naturally, I promise you another trip over my lap. And then you slide our little toy slowly into my ass and I swear I could stay at your mercy for eternity. They say it takes a real man to let his woman take control. I don’t know who “they” are, but they’ve obviously never experienced you, and they never will as long as I have breath in my body.

  Oops, now who’s getting off track? Sorry.

  So I’m lying in my cot, dreaming of you, the one who makes me whole, the one who clearly holds my heart in her soft hands (and my cock too). I’ve got my hand shoved in my shorts, slowly stroking. The thought of sucking your tits yanks me to the edge. I pull away becaus
e I want this to last a while. Not possible where you’re concerned. The instant my hand wraps around my penis and I remember how your fingers feel, I’m at the edge again. I pump it again and my balls crawl up tight, wanting in on the action.

  If I were home right now, you’d be facedown over the back of the couch quicker than you could blink. (laughing) I’d probably be coming that quick too. Maybe I’ll do you in the car when you pick me up. That would raise eyebrows. Think we’d get arrested? I don’t care. I want you. I need you. I love you more than life itself. Sometimes I think I can’t breathe because you’re not by my side. You are my reason for everything. You are everything that’s right in my world. Wear a dress and no panties. I want to plunge my fingers deep inside your slick crotch. Make you come while I drive us home.

  I sleep with your newest letters next to my head. The smell of you comforts me. Makes me think you’re only a hand’s reach away. You know how I love to wake up in the middle of the night and roll onto and into you. At least I can pretend while I’m here. I pretend a lot.

  I could use a couple of t-shirts and shorts. Wear them first. I want them filled with your scent. Better yet, wear them when you come so they’ll be steeped in your juices. I’ll put them on and we’ll be as close as we can possibly get. Make sure you use all our toys when you do it. That will make the cream flow. Better yet, don’t send them all at one time. I want each to be as fresh as possible. Wish I could send something to you, something extra special, but lascivious thoughts are the best I can do for the moment.

  Did I ever finish my other train of thought? Looks like I didn’t, but I can’t think straight right now. I’m hard as a rock again. I don’t think I’m going to make it to night. But anything I might do to relieve this unrelenting ache for you will never come close to the wonder of being inside you. The way your walls clutch me, ripple over me. Your molten heat no furnace could match. Your arms and legs locked around me, holding me so, so close.