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He reached Stuart's Manor only to be told Sarah was back at his house. The trip was not long, but he was exhausted. He was surprised to see lights in the living room when he reached the front door, but even more surprise to hear an unknown man's voice. He tightened his fists before he entered. Aberdeen quickly greeted him and informed him of the officers now staying here. He was polite and presented himself before walking up the stairs. He saw his bedroom door was closed. He reached the door handle and listened carefully before entering.

Sarah was reading in bed. She slowly lifted her head when the door opened, thinking it was Aberdeen wishing her goodnight. Her face lightened as she recognised her husband. It was the first time she saw him wearing his dragoon uniform. He was a very tall man, but with this clothing, he was truly intimidating. She stood up and found her place in his arms, as he held her tight against his chest. He lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

"How come you left me without news from you for so long?" she said as she pushed him sharply. He understood how she could be mad against him. He started to undress; he could not wait to get his foot out of his riding boots.

"You can't imagine how it is out there. And I don't want you to. The important thing is that I am fine and I am here. Tomorrow, I'll bring you in camp…"

"In camp? You told me I would be at the Fort…" she interrupted him.

"We need you to translate papers in camp. You'll go to the Fort afterward."

"You do not leave me any choice."

"No, you will do as I say. Now come here," he said as he laid in bed.

She climbed next to him and cuddled on his chest. She looked up and saw he was already sleeping. She sighed; this was not the reunion she was expecting.

…

Sarah turned around in bed and the movement woke James up in a heartbeat. It took him a minute to fully understand where he was. The sun was not up yet, so he still had a bit of time before they had to leave for the camp. He looked at his wife, sleeping soundly, her back toward him. He listened carefully and could hear her mumble in her sleep. His hands wandered on her leg and back as he got closer to her. She pressed her body against him under his touch. His hand kept on stroking her body and lifted her nightgown up to her waist. She woke up as he kissed her neck and shoulder. This was much more the reunion she was hoping for yesterday.

She turned around to face him and his mouth caught hers. He grabbed her and rolled onto his back, lifting her gown over her head as she straddled his waist. As much as he ached for her, he hoped to take his time. He looked at her body perched over him; her perky breasts, her slim waist, the curve of her hips. She dived forward to kiss him, her hand running on his chest.

"I missed you so much, Sarah," James was barely able to whisper. He never wanted something as much as her body right this moment.

She did not have to confirm him she missed him too, she would show him. She started to kiss her way down just the way he would do to her; his jaw line, his neck, his chest. She moved from straddling his waist to kneel in between his tights. He propped himself on his elbow as he felt her hand grabbing his already hard erection. She looked at him directly in the eyes as she started to move her hand in up and down motion, getting her face slowly closer. His head dropped back on the pillow as her mouth was over him. Her tongue stroke his length, as her hand was still moving on the base of his shaft. Her slow movements were increasing his desire. He groaned loudly when her other hand grabbed his balls, slowly massaging them.

"Sarah!" he said as he sat up.

"What? Are you okay?" She said as his member slid from her mouth.

"Yes… You… I want… come here…" he could barely form a consistent sentence.

He pushed her on her back and his fingers went straight between her legs, assessing her arousal. He positioned himself over her and he pushed deeply in her. He felt her stretch around him as her fold swallowed him whole in one thrust. He set up a fast pace from the start. After those slow preliminaries, he could not help himself. He lifted her legs higher, her foot almost on his shoulders, enjoying how tighter she felt against him. He felt like a thirst he could not quench, her body was like a drug to him; he wanted more and more.

"Turn around," he managed to say as he pulled out, flipping her legs to one side.

She looked at him, enjoying the desire she saw in his eyes. Before she indulged, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him passionately, their tongues wrestling against each other. She kneeled in front of him, holding her weight on her hands. He motioned her legs and closed them together before straddling them. She felt his hands holding strongly her hips as he entered from behind. Soon, the room was filled with their moans and panting. For a second, James thought about the British officers hosted in his house, but was not able nor did he want to muffle their longing for each other.

He grabbed her arms and moved her upper body in an upright position against his chest. Perfect, he thought. His hand wandered on her breasts as she leaned her body on his. His head found his spot in the nook of her neck, pushing her long hair aside. Her hands caressed his thighs, digging her fingernails into his flesh as she felt her pleasure build up with every thrust. Hearing his breathing and the different sounds he made, she started rolling her hips, meeting every hard thrust. As he felt her body contracted around him, he kept pounding, until both of them reached climax together.

Out of breath, he held her tightly against him, not wanting this moment to end. Still impaled by him, Sarah moved her face over her shoulder when he kissed her tenderly. James stopped the kiss when he heard noises outside of his bedroom; footsteps down the hallway. Oh well, this is still my house and my wife, he thought. He pulled out of her and he heard her disappointed moan as he left her empty.

He laid on his back and she got to her habitual position on his chest. The sun was rising; he did not have the time to close his eyes again. He looked at her as she lifted herself on her elbow. He smiled widely when he heard the most beautiful word she could say to him at that moment:

"Again?"