She glanced at the clock again, butterflies in her stomach as she waited for Craig to come home from his meeting. The smile hadn’t left her face since her first glimpse of him as he descended the plane last week. His skin was tanned and rough, his hair cut short but the second his eyes glanced up and found hers, she was gone. They were supposed to stay in their seats until all the men had debordered but she couldn’t help it. His lips ticked up in a smile, his dimples showing in his cheeks and her own smile matched his.
She had jumped from her seat and ignored the yelling of his head officer as she ran full speed toward Craig. He made it to the bottom of the stairs just as she reached him. She dove into his arms, wrapping her legs around his powerful waist and didn’t let go.
All her friends thought she was crazy for staying with him through his deployment. “You aren’t married, you aren’t even engaged! You can find someone closer.” Maggie, her BFF had told her countless times while Craig was gone. Maggie didn’t understand. Erica couldn’t be with anyone else because her heart and soul were connected to Craig and always would be.
Erica lit the candles on the mantle, her eyes darting to the clock again. Only 2 minutes has passed since she last checked. She set down the lighter and glanced around the living room. After Craig had left that afternoon, Erica decided to wine and dine him when he got home. They had barely spent any time out of bed since he got home last week, but she wanted to show him how much he truly meant to her.
So she set up a picnic in their living room, complete with candles on all the hard surfaces, a fire in the fireplace (despite it being June) and her in sexy red lingerie. Her heart leapt in her chest when she heard the keys in the door. She shifted to face the front hall, fluffing her hair one last time, a smile breaking out on her face again.
“Erica! I’m home.” Craig’s smooth voice washed over her as he entered the hall. She heard him take off his shoes and set down his keys before he walked toward her. His tall frame filled the entry way, pausing to take in the sight of her creations. “Baby girl, this looks amazing.” His voice was adoring and husky already.
“I thought we could have a picnic.” She said and gestured to the floor. He took two long strides and was suddenly in front of her, his chest pressed against hers as he cupped her cheek.
“I think that’s a great idea. Are you on the menu?” He asked and didn’t wait for a reply before he was kissing her. His lips pressing hard, bruising against her own and she was powerless to stop him. Erica moaned into him, her lips parting for his tongue as he growled in response. His strong arm wrapped around her, cupping her bottom and lifting her clear off the floor.
Erica giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck for support as he took a step and then knelt, keeping her safe in his arms as he slowly deposited her on the picnic blanket.
“I was supposed to be for dessert.” Erica scolded with a giggle.
“I like to have my dessert first.” Craig joked, a glint in his eye. His body covered hers, his eyes devoured her form. She knew her breasts were heaving, straining against the red fabric, her panties were soaked and she trembled beneath him.
Craig was quiet as he traced his finger from her cheek, down her neck and collar bone. He followed her curves, moving slowly and gently across her breasts and stomach, down her thighs and then back up the other side. There was something in his eyes that Erica couldn’t place. She thought she saw a flash of sadness as he studied her.
“Craig?” She asked quietly, his eyes darting to hers and as quick as she saw it, the sadness was gone. Replaced with an aching desire that she knew was reflected back from her own brown irises.
“Yes, baby girl?” He asked, a smile in his voice.
“I love you.” She whispered, her voice catching as she looked at the man who had been her everything for so long, she knew she would be lost without him. Craig bent and captured her lips again, slow and passionate this time. His tongue swiping against hers, his teeth nibbled as he gripped her hip with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.
“You are my everything, Erica.” He whispered back as his lips moved down her law line to her neck.