The Henry Sessions by June Gray

didn’t mean to shove my boner into her stomach—it just happened. Just like that, I could no longer hide how my body reacted to hers. Who knows what I would have done if she had stayed pressed against me on that dance floor one more second? I would have kissed her—that much was certain—but then what?
    I was thanking and cursing every deity for making her pull away.
    I had two weeks left before I deployed and I still hadn’t told her about Afghanistan. I was getting desperate. I finally decided to just bite the bullet and sit her down the next night. I’d get her favorite flowers, cook her dinner, light some candles, the works. Maybe if showed her a good time she might not freak out about the deployment.
    But then she found out a day too soon and reacted just as I’d feared. She was so angry, so hurt by the fact that I hadn’t told her, I was actually a little worried that she was going to punch me. I gave her some time to calm down, and even though it took a while, she eventually saw reason and forgave me.
    I knew, after the next morning when I woke up to her hands around my dick, that things were never going to be the same. God, that was… the most amazing thing to wake up to. Her hands were gentle and firm and insistent and when she woke up and realized what she had done, her skin turned this adorable shade of pink. I wanted to hug her and tell her that it was okay, that I didn’t feel violated—in fact, I wanted her to keep going—but I suspected from her reaction that she wasn’t ready to hear that yet.
    After she literally ran out of my room, I had a few moments with myself. I closed my eyes and pretended Elsie’s hand was still in my pants. At the risk of being crude, Doc, I’d have to say it was the best work I’d done in a while.
    To my surprise, Elsie kissed me that night, tasting like pizza sauce and pineapples and the sweet promise of release. I could have kissed her all night but then my damn conscience chose that moment to kick in. If I allowed it to continue, I would inevitably hurt her when I left in a little over a week. So even though it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, I pulled away for her sake. Maybe for mine too because now that I look back on it, I think I was a little afraid that the reality would not live up to the dream.
    One thing you don’t know about Elsie is that when she puts her mind to something she usually gets her way. I don’t know if it’s just plain tenacity or if it’s a quirk of the universe, but she often gets what she wants and apparently she’d decided that she wanted me.
    Not that I’m complaining. Not at all.
    She even brought home my favorite ribs to help with the seduction. It was so like her, to think that I would need anything else to be seduced when all I wanted was right in front of me, pushing her cleavage up for my view.
    I did everything I could to avoid the inevitable. I counted to five, ten, twenty. I thought about disgusting things like dead skunks, but nothing—nothing—could stop my desire from boiling over.
    I stalked over to her and boxed her in with my arms, making sure she couldn’t run away. “Do you have any clue what you do to me?” I asked her, hoping she could say something to bring me back to myself. I was lost in arousal. My entire brain was occupied with one thought: to make love to her. My body took over and pushed my erection into her stomach, a promise that I would do everything in my power to make her come over and over.
    Still, even as my body kept telling her to yield, my mouth kept asking her to stop. Why? I don’t know. Because I was afraid of what would happen if I finally got everything I’d ever wanted? I don’t know what scared me more: being with her and ruining the relationship or deploying and ruining our relationship. Every which way my brain analyzed it, the end result was always the ruin of the relationship.
    The body won out.   I made love to her on that kitchen counter, first with my fingers