AN: This one is unexpected M rated. When I told someone I don't plan these things, she said, "They're your characters, why can't you control them." I'm telling you right now. I have no idea. Enjoy and I'd love to know what you think. Leave a review.
Deployment Delivery
"Elizabeth McCord?" A voice cut through the silence at the library. At first, Elizabeth didn't respond. She'd only taken the name McCord a few weeks prior and wasn't yet used to being referred to as that.
Suddenly she realized the girl was looking for her. "That's me," she said, standing. She walked toward the young woman who was dressed in a light blue shirt and khaki pants. It was a typical uniform worn by people in service industries. "Can I help you?"
"I'm just the delivery driver. This is for you." She handed Elizabeth a small package wrapped in brown paper.
"Thank you," she said. She pulled a couple bills from her pocket and handed them to the young woman. Returning to her seat, she carefully opened the package. Inside was a bar of dark chocolate and a note. Eat the chocolate on the way home. I want you ready when I call you at 5. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that it was 4:45. She didn't have much time to get home.
Pushing her things off the edge of the table into her backpack, she stood quickly and rushed down the stairs and out the door. Fourteen minutes later she unlocked the door to her apartment. She stepped inside, completely winded. She doubled over, pressing her hands to her knees trying to catch her breath. The awkwardly packed backpack slid off her shoulder and thumped against the floor. Untangling her hand, she moved to the couch and flopped back, laying down.
She placed the last remaining square of chocolate in her mouth. Elizabeth moaned. It was really good chocolate. She'd have to tell Henry that she needed a little more time to savor chocolate that good if he was going to continue to have it delivered.
As if on cue, the phone rang. She reached over her head and picked it up, placing it against her ear. "Hello."
"Hey baby. How are you?"
"I'm good. Thank you for the treat." She was nearly purring and Henry smiled. "I miss you so much," Elizabeth continued.
"How much do you miss me?" Henry's smile grew wider as she played into his hand.
"So much. Every day. Every night." She grew breathless thinking about the thoughts that took permanent residence in her mind from sundown to sunup.
"Tell me. Tell me what you think about." He scooted to the edge of the couch he was on and leaned back into the cushions, his erection growing uncomfortable inside his fatigues.
*Are you alone?" she asked.
"Yes," he hissed. "Tell me."
"You're between my legs doing that thing you do with your tongue, where you flick it against my clit and it feels so good Henry, I need you in me. God it hurts. I want you so much."
"Touch yourself. I wanna hear it. Let me hear you come, Babe." Elizabeth wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them far enough down her hips to slide her hand into her panties. One leg fell off the front of the couch and she threw the other leg over the back of the couch, letting her calf dangle.
Her fingers glided through the silky wetness. Dipping two fingers just inside, she brushed against the spongy tissue, her muscles already beginning to flutter against the invasion. "It won't take long. I'm already close," she whispered into the phone.
Henry had his hand wrapped around his thick shaft pumping himself in time to Elizabeth's shallow breaths. "Let me hear you," he ground out.
Elizabeth pressed firmly on her clit, feeling it pulse beneath her finger. She moved her finger in a slow tight circle until her body begged for more, then she moved faster with more precision and she couldn't keep the moans from leaving her lips. The muscles in her legs started twitching but as she continued the onslaught to her clit, her muscles revolted, seizing and her hips rocked wildly against her hand. "God Henry," she cried out. "Please."
Henry's hand gripped his cock and stroked it at a fast pace, his thumb rubbed the precum over his tip and he listened to his wife moan his name. When she asked permission, he was barely able to speak. "Do it." His voice sounded strained and he was hanging on to just a thread of self control.
At his command, Elizabeth plunged two fingers in, as deep as they would go, barely touching the spot deep within her that would make her come hard.
She added a third finger, but it wasn't quite enough to reach her g-spot. "Pull your knees up," Henry instructed, knowing exactly with the change in moans meant. She immediately did as she was told and tried again. Her fingers hit the spot and she moved them back and forth hitting it repeatedly.
Listening to his wife's litany of pleas to a God she didn't believe in as she came sent Henry spiraling himself. They were silent for a full minute recovering to the point they could talk.
Elizabeth glanced at the clock on the wall. "5:05 McCord. I think that's a record." He chuckled on the other end.
"I'd say pregaming with chocolate worked in my favor."
"It's not my fault that there's something intrinsically arousing about chocolate." She heard the slight laugh that escaped him. "I'm about to come through that phone and smack the smirk right off your face," she said, amusement evident in her tone.
"Babe, if you could come through the phone right now, I'd let you do anything you wanted to."
"Are you still in Germany?"
"Yeah, I think maybe another week, and then on to Iraq. I don't want to talk about that." He asked her questions about her classes and she dutifully avoided the hard topics.
"I love you so much," she murmured into the phone.
"I love you too. To the moon and back."
"Remember, I'll accept chocolate anytime. Love you, bye."
"Bye."
