Strings for the Veteran (Closed)

"I dated around a little before joining the army. I had a steady girlfriend in high school and a relationship in college threatening to become serious until I joined up. She agreed with my mom about the army not being right for me. She made me choose. I chose the army. She rebounded into the biggest jock on campus. And on a leave from Iraq I met my golddigging ex-wife. She was all sweet and bubbly when I met and married her after a whirlwind romance. I was stupid enough not to sign a pre-nup, and she went to town on my savings account."

He sighed. He hated telling about these women. The only regret he had was his girlfriend from high school. He hadn't treated her right and she'd dumped him when he went to college. He hadn't heard from her since. The girlfriend in college had tried to control him, and his wife... enough about her.

"I'm not a great casanova myself, if that's any consolation. And I haven't felt like this with anyone since high school."

He took a tentative step forward, not wanting to scare her off. He gently cupped her jaw and stroked her cheek with his thumb. She was soft to the touch and didn't back away. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
 
The revelations about his former wife and girlfriend came as no great shock to Elinor. She merely smiled at him, putting her hand over his.

"Well, you should really sign a pre-nup in future. Everyone knows that. I mean, I might clean you out..." She winked, laughing a little. Money was something she rarely joked about. "I didn't do anything to earn my inheritance. Every time I give some of it away, interest just puts me right back where I was. My father was a shrewd investor. He's pretty much ensured the survival of his family for the next few hundred years. He wanted us all to be safe."

When Nicholas leaned in and kissed her, she held her breath. His lips were soft, and warm, and there was the slightest hint of stubble from a man who had done a day's work. She loved the way he touched her, it made her feel so safe. Her hands rested on his chest, controlling the way he leaned in to her. She could do this. Her hands moved down to his sides, shaking a little as they went. She stepped closer to him, her lips opening against his.

Elinor's lips kissed his top lip a little clumsily and she smiled, a breath of a giggle coming from her mouth quite nervously. "I'm a little nervous," she whispered as he kissed her again, his hand still cradling her face, his thumb stroking her cheek so gently. She leaned in to him a little more, their lips pressing together, her nose against his skin. Her heart was aching.

She whispered she loved him, breathing his name in Russian, into their kiss.
 
He laughed when she made light of her fortune. He took it as a sign she was becoming more relaxed around him. Earlier, she'd been distinctly uncomfortable when discussing her wealth.

"Your father did for you what every parent wants to do for their children." He left unsaid that his father had tried the same and failed miserably, killing himself as a result. This was not the time for such talk.

Her kisses grew more eager and she was trembling. There was a clumsy and apprehensive quality to her eagerness he found endearing and cute. She was less experienced than he was, it seemed.

"I'm a little nervous," she confessed to him.

"Don't be," he replied. "If you tell me to stop, I stop. If you don't want to do more than kiss, we don't. I love you too damn much, Elin. I don't want to frighten you off by being too eager. We go as far as you want to go, and no more."

Their kissing intensified as she whispered her love for him, saying his name in that cute accent of hers. He gently placed his other hand on the small of her back and pulled her towards him, ready to let go if she protested.
 
She didn't.

Instead, she melted against him, their bodies touching, their lips gently pressed together. Her breath hitched in her throat as she opened her mouth, tentatively touching his lip with her tongue. She kept breathily laughing, so nervous.

"It's really been a while... I forget how... I'm so not sexy," she admitted, leaning her forehead against his, her cheeks growing red and an embarrassed expression on her face. She cringed, looking at him as the soft breeze rustled his auburn hair. His eyes looked almost dark blue in the night time. Her body was pressed against his, her hands settled on his waist. She could feel the warmth of his palm on the small of her back through her thin cotton nightshirt. She shivered involuntarily, feeling the way her body reacted both to the cold and to his touch, to him being so close to her.

She reached up with her right hand, touching his jaw, smiling at the slight stubble. She looked over his face, those eyes, the way his lips curled when he smiled, when he asked her what she was thinking.

"I was thinking... What did I ever do in a past life to deserve someone to care for me as you do... You make me feel safe, loved, protected." She brought her hand down to his heart. "I know if I ask you to be patient with me, you will. If I ask you to hold me, you will. I can't forget what happened..." She frowned for the slightest moment. "But having you with me makes every passing moment more bearable." Her eyes searched his, deep green to heavenly blue.

And then those eyes closed, her arms were around him, hugging him to her, pressing her body against him. One hand rested on that place over his heart as she stood on her tiptoes, the other hand cradling his face the way he held her, as her cool lips found his once more.
 
He was humbled by her trust and her love for him.

"It's really been a while... I forget how... I'm so not sexy,"

He looked at her with a mock-stern face. "You are wrong, my little sun. You are SO sexy right now, though you might not think so. Being sexy is not only about how you feel, but how you are perceived by others. And I," he kissed her forehead, "think that you with your shy and eager ways," he kissed her nose, giving her nosetip a little flick with his tongue, "is sexy as hell, Elin. I desire you." He found her lips and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue flicker ever so briefly against hers.

"And I'm just thanking whatever benign forces put me in that alley that night. For SO many reasons. Every day I'm thankful for preventing... well, you know. And I'm thankful for the turnaround my life has taken thanks to you and your family, both professionally and personally. And getting to know you," a soft kiss again, "and falling in love with you," another kiss, "and to have that love returned," a deep kiss this time, partially to hide that little hitch in his voice.

They were now pressed against each other, feeling the heat and movements off each others bodies. He grew almost dizzy with joy and a beginning lust for her as she stood on her toes to kiss him back.

He broke the kiss gently, a little lump in his throat. "I love you so much, Elin."
 
Elinor took his hands, leading him back into the apartment, down the hall, and into her room.

She closed the door.

Her hand rose to her head, looking for a curl to fidget with that was long gone. She bit her lip, pulling her socks off and pulling the covers on her bed back. She came to him then, taking his hand.

"Will you stay here with me? In ... my bed?" Her face was red, her blood boiling with desire as her fingers played with his. She moved against him, her forehead touching his lips. He was so much taller than her. "Will you ... sleep here... sleep with ... me?" Her heart battered against her chest, and she laid one of his hands over it so he could feel it. Her eyes looked up at him, almost frightened, she was so nervous of what he might say to her.

She echoed his words, shrugging self consciously as the shoulder of her nightshirt fell down from her left shoulder, revealing her white and baby pink bra strap. "I desire you too..."
 
He was about to say "only if you want to", but she had all but dragged him in here on her own. To seek assurance from her at this point was both ludicrous and insulting to her.

Instead he kissed her bare shoulder lightly. "Of course I will sleep here. With you." He didn't dare hope she really meant "sleep with" as in having sex with her, although that seemed to be what she was saying. So he proceeded cautiously.

He kissed her shoulder and moved his light butterfly kisses along her distinct collarbone, stopping to tug playfully at the pink brastrap and chuckling a little selfconsciously. It had been quite a while for him too, and he was ryst. He felt like it was the first time again, as he was so afraid to intimidate her in any way.

Eventually his kissing reached her neck. He slowly embraced her, relishing the cool smell of her freshly scrubbed body.

"Oh Elin." It was almost a reverent prayer. He worshipped her.
 
When he murmured her name as he kissed her neck, she closed her eyes and became lost. One of his arms encircled her waist, the other held the arch of her neck. She curved her body against him almost limply, giving herself to him. Her arms encircled his broad shoulders as he kissed her neck, whispering against her olive skin.

She kissed the side of his head. Her body was trembling, her heart racing. Her knees shook and she knew she wanted to sit down, lie down, and yet she felt sure if she fell he would be there to catch her.

His kisses trailed up her neck until she could feel his whisper of a breath at her ear. He was shaking, too. Her hands found their way into his hair as his lips moved along her jaw, and she steered him to her mouth, parting her lips for him and making a shy, sweet 'Ah!' as his mouth covered hers. Her hips jolted a little against him, and her heart hiccuped when she felt him growing against her.

"I love you, Nikolai, my saviour, my only one..."

And she kissed him again, breathing in the scent of him, holding him to her with those deft fingers, never wanting to let this moment go.
 
For the longest time he could only stand and kiss her, not wanting to break the magic between them. But he grew more and more aroused as the kissing slowly intensified. He broke the kiss and led her to the bed.

"You won't have to stand on your toes this way," he offered almost apologetically as he sat down and asked her to straddle him.
 
She shook her head, crawling up the bed and slipping her feet under the covers, pulling them up to her waist. She unbuttoned a couple of buttons on the night shirt. She lay back, like she was waiting on an exam, and then turned to her side, patting the space before her.

She closed her eyes.

"I'll keep my eyes closed if you want to get comfortable."

She kept them closed, as promised. And waited.
 
After all they'd been through she was still shy. Oh well, that would hopefully change. He undressed quickly, leaving his boxers on. His body was bruised and battered after going a few rounds with Alexey, but he ignored the aches. H knew she'd comment on it, so he slipped into the covers beside her and kissed her before saying: "I'm a little bruised. I sparred with your uncle today and he gave as good as he got."

He leaned in and kissed her again. He pulled her head towards him with the hand that supported his weight, and he let his other hand slowly stroke the curves of her slender body. For the time being he kept his roaming hand to her flank. They were in no hurry, and he suspected she needed to be eased into this, eager though she might be.
 
She looked at him, his torso covered in purple bruises, and she frowned. Her eyes looked up at his somewhat pleadingly. "You are so silly. What is it with men..."

But he stopped her with a kiss. Her lips curved in a smile against his and she giggled a little. His hand rested on her hip, his fingers touching her thigh and she broke the kiss, looking at him. "Thank you." She touched his hand as it lay there, her fingers moving up and resting on his elbow as she leaned in to kiss him again. They seemed to inch ever closer, and her other hand lay between them, her fingers awkwardly touching his sternum. His chest was hard, his stomach firm. Her hand splayed across his abdomen, feeling him and she gasped a little. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as her kiss deepened, her tongue gently touching his.
 
She was growing a little more eager now, her hand brushing against his torso and a brief touch of his manhood, now fully erect, that caused her to gasp and further intensify her kissing, her tongue now playfully teasing his.

He decided to be a bit bolder as his roaming hand now slipped under her shirt and slowly started stroking upwards, now stroking the smooth skin of her back, now splaying his fingers across her ribs. He brushed over one of her breasts with his hand, feeling a very erect and alert nipple against his fingertips, tickling him.

He giggled a little, an aroused and happy giggle.
 
When he giggled, so did she. Her heart was full of happiness and she felt like a love struck teenager, making out with her boyfriend, their hands exploring each other. It was a little silly, but endearingly so.

She flinched a little as she felt his hand touch her skin, making a little noise as she leaned against him a little harder. Her leg slipped between his legs, their bodies almost touching. His hand skimmed her back, her side, and then she felt him skim along the outside of her bra, exciting her sensitive nipples. She gasped, groaning a little, her voice sounding young.

Her hips bucked, and she could feel him pressing against the top of her thigh. She felt wet, and groaned again into his mouth, murmuring something in Russian.
 
They had slowly started grinding against each other now. He felt his pre-cum seeping out of him and he got a little more adventurous with his roaming hand. It slipped under her bra and gave her breast a tentative little cuddle with his fingers, letting his thumb caress her nipple.

His mouth started roaming over her upper body again. He planted kisses on her neck, her ears, her collarbone and her shoulders. He became more eager, yet he checked himself, not wanting to overwhelm her. She'd flinched just now and he wasn't sure if that was a scared reaction or a delighted twitch.
 
Her hand moved down over his stomach, stroking over the bulge in his boxer shorts. He exhaled against her neck as he showered her with kisses and she gasped as his hand slipped into her bra, gently caressing her soft globes and attentively rubbing her nipple.

Her fingers flexed around his length and she could feel the little wet patch on his cloth shorts, smiling as he kissed along her shoulder. He was as excited as she was, and she gently nipped his ear. She stroked him carefully, her legs shifting a little restlessly.
 
She was caressing his manhood now. He gasped as her hand manipulated him through his boxers. His hand inched down her torso, past her stomach with that soft and taut skin and outside her panties. He discovered a little wet patch as she had discovered the wet spot on his boxers.

He inhaled sharply with lust as he melted his lips with hers again. He slowly circled his fingers lightly over her panties, hoping he wasn't too rough with her. He moaned with delight as they explored each others bodies.

It had been so long and he had never had so intense feelings for anyone before. Abusrdly, a phrase from "Like a virgin" passed through his head: "Never knew what true love was until I met you!" He chuckled, then continued kissing her and caressing her, smiling all the while. God, this felt so right!
 
She uttered a little noise as his fingers circled her panties, on that spot. He was so gentle, and as his fingers touched her, she prayed to God and all the saints to help her.

Elinor wanted this. But the last man who had touched her... She moved her head away, kissing down his jaw, kissing his neck, nuzzling and nipping his shoulder. Her hand slipped inside his boxers. He was hard, and very warm to the touch. He gasped audibly, kissing her head as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, kissing his neck. She bucked a little, his fingers pressing against her, causing her to moan against his skin.

"Nikolai, I love you, oh god I love you," she whispered as her hips rolled against his fingers, her panties so wet against her skin and his fingertips.
 
"I love you Elin," he echoed as she slipped her hand inside his boxers. He decided to mirror her level of intimacy and slowly inched his hand inside her panties. Tenting her panties a little, he raised his hand so as not to rub too hard on her tender flesh. She was wet, slick and warm, and the feel of her vulva against his fingertips filled him with a feeling of raw luxurious lust.

He stroked the outer parts of her lips down below while locking his lips to her lips up above. His fingers from time to time brushed against her clitoris, making her moan and buck against him.
 
Her excitement was building, and she was pushing the unpleasant and painful memories away, concentrating on Nicholas here and now, the togetherness of what they were doing.

His hand slipped inside her panties, his fingers stroked along her wet folds, and her hand gripped him, stroking along his length. Her breath came in little gasps, her entire body trembling, feeling that irrepressible buildup.

She was close. With every tiny feeling of his fingers against her clitoris, her body shuddered. She hadn't had an orgasm in months, she couldn't remember the last time. She kept groaning and almost crying out against their kiss. She wrenched her head away, nuzzling his shoulder as she bucked against his hand.

Her hands moved, holding him to her, one still on his heart, the other, that had been stroking him, was on his back, her nails holding him there.

Tension flooded her body, and she squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating, willing her body to focus on this, on his fingers, his soft kisses. She continued bucking her hips.

A quiet whimper escaped her as she gyrated.
 
She was close. All the noises she made and all her moves told him she wasn't far away from a climax. He increased the pressure and pace just a little, alternating between stroking her lips, rubbing her lovebud and gently probing her vagina.

She seemed to abandon control now, growing less restrained by the minute as he teased and edged her towards an orgasm. He couldn't be happier for her. She needed to let go and just feel, he thought, and he was proud that he was to be the instrument of her release. She trusted him, and he didn't want to betray that trust in any way.

He was a little disappointed when she let go of his member, but he decided that he could wait, that she needed this more than he did. It was rewarding to hear her sighs and moans and to see and feel her gyrations against him.

As she let out that soft little whimper he again focused on her neck with his mouth, sucking and licking the tender spot where neck met collarbone with vigour. He smiled to himself. She'd have to wear a scarf tomorrow.

He did his best to push her over the brink without ever being rough or too demanding to her.
 
God, it was torture. With every movement of his fingers, she was almost there...

...and then her hips would shiver and she would lose it again. She was thinking too much about it.

"I'm ... thinking about this too much..." She said, her Russian accent heavy on her words as she groaned against him. He was nibbling her neck and she bucked against him, unable to control the moans. Her breasts felt constrained, the nipples peaking against his chest.

She desperately wanted to come. For him. She wanted to show him that she was his, that she didn't want anyone else to touch her the way he did, and then the thoughts of being touched, and she shivered, gripping him hard, her nails digging into his back muscles.

"Nic...holas.... I...." Her body was stiffening and she looked at him with eyes full of lust, full of need, full of love, and yet still afraid, still holding back. "I'm so....."
 
He gently eased off and stopped. Clearly she wasn't ready just yet.

"Ssshh. You don't have to apologize, Elin. If you're not ready I can wait. I love you, never doubt that. I realize we may have many false starts like these, but don't fret about it. Please. I'm okay with waiting."

He slowly withdrew his hand from her panties and gently kissed her on the mouth. He whispered to her to assure her, "I can wait. Don't ever tell me you're ashamed or sorry for not being ready. It's only natural."

He embraced her and cuddled her. He'd been expecting this. It was a bit annoying to be as aroused as he was but he hoped it didn't show. She had enough to cope with as it was.
 
He held her and she felt so broken.

She loved him, and she couldn't be what he needed, she couldn't show him. And as much as she had needed release...

Elinor burst into tears in his arms, and cried a river as he held and rocked her, shushing her and comforting her. She could feel his hardness, his arousal and it made her cry all the harder, because she couldn't satisfy him. She wanted to turn away, but he kept her in his arms, soothing her as her sobs faded into small hiccup noises, little begging whimpers and apologies until she finally succumbed to sleep.

She dreamed. Snatches of music echoed around her as she walked the thousand miles from the bar that night to the taxi rank. A dark figure, grabbed her and pulled her into the alleyway, and then it was her practice room. She was naked, sitting on a chair, her legs spread, knees bent perfectly, back straight. Her chin was raised, her curls dusting her shoulders.

And Nicholas walked in, sitting behind her. One hand encircled her throat, the other, slipped between her legs. She was his instrument, and he would make her sing. Those familiar feelings built up inside her again and as his fingers flexed around her throat, and he stroked her clitoris, she came gloriously.


Her back arched off the bed, her legs clamped together as her sex dream vocalised, the little whimpers she was making rising to a sharp, keening cry. Her hands clutched the sheets, her body bucking.

Her eyes flashed open, ashamed as embarrassment flooded through her. She looked at Nicholas, he blinked, staring. "Did ... I have a nightmare... Or ... Is this it?"
 
She cried until she fell asleep. By then his penis has rceded into a sloppy mess of wrinkled skin and pre-cum. But by then he was really too tired to care. He realized he'd have to get used to disappointments like these if he wanted to be with this wonderful but traumatized woman.

He soon drifted of to sleep himself. In his dreams...

... he was arguing with his ex-wife. They were in divorce court, and she was laying into him. She was on the offensive after he'd accused her of being a golddigger. According to her, it was only right and proper that she used his money as he was never home but off with his precious ranger buddies. Suddenly it wasn't his ex-wife but Elin yelling at him. "Why do you all have to be so violent!?" she screamed at him as she started moaning, watching him all the while. She moaned louder and harder while she kept staring at him and then...

... he awoke to find Elin climaxing on her own next to him. She woke up abruptly, a look of utter confusion on her face.

"Did ... I have a nightmare... Or ... Is this it?"

He was as confused as she was. he was painfully aware of his throbbing erection in his boxers as he tried to clear his head.

"I... just woke up myself... I didn't lay a hand on you," he said almost defensively. What the hell just happened? "I'm not gonna go off and fight any more wars," he said, still having trouble distinguishing between his dream and reality.

Then he checked himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself. She clearly managed fine just on her own. Or did she? She seemed as confused as he was. He swallowed his pride as he gently reached for her and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry. Weird dream. Took me a moment there. Are you OK?"
 
Back
Top