Trust Me, page 14
He held up his hands. “Totally up to you. I don’t want to get in trouble with Morgan.”
“Right? She’s practically a ninja with her martial arts skills and has won target shooting contests. You really don’t want to mess with her.”
Chris laughed. “Sounds like the woman who was at the center of the Icarus raid.”
“You heard about that?”
“Rand was on the SEAL team that would have been taken out.”
Diana’s eyes widened. “Okay. Now I understand the connection. Rand is up there?” She nodded toward the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go, then. I want to meet him.”
She carefully slid from the booth, and Chris left a sizable tip on the table to make sure the waiter got his share in case he was left off the party split. Then he carried one of Diana’s crutches as she used the railing with one hand to ascend the stairs one slow step at a time.
When they reached the top, Diana was warmly welcomed by all the people Chris had met earlier and he was introduced around some more. Rand was in conversation with one of the former Green Berets, the white man who was Morgan’s husband, Pax Blanchard, if Chris remembered correctly.
Pax gave Diana a hug, then introduced her to Rand. Chris settled in the back against the wall, content to watch Diana work the room. While most of the people here were coupled off, there were a few men who he suspected were single based on the way their eyes followed Diana in the same way his did.
It was ridiculous to feel a surge of possessiveness knowing he was taking her home tonight. Especially since, as far as he knew, he was merely dropping her off. But still, he felt the pull of her and the need to make it clear she was off the market, even if only for one night.
He reined in the feeling. Even as his brain said there was more to it than a car ride.
He’d seen her in Jordan.
Twice.
She’d asked him to trust her.
Asked?
No. Demanded.
And he did. He wasn’t certain he believed she’d really seen Makram Rafiq, but he knew she believed it, and that was what mattered.
Her eyes met his over the shoulder of some guy who was standing way too close. Her mouth quirked in a smile as she caught his frown.
She left the guy and approached Chris, her movement with the crutches easy and smooth. She was well used to them at this point. “You look like you want to break someone’s face.”
“Do I?” he asked innocently.
“What did that poor man do to earn your ire?”
“You know.”
“Do I?” she repeated back to him.
He couldn’t help but smile. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “He looked at you like he wanted to eat you. And I want that privilege for myself.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Heat flooded Diana at Chris’s blatant statement. Earlier tonight, when she was getting dressed for this party, she’d told herself to let go of her superhero SEAL daydream and pick up a real guy and enjoy a one-night stand. Now, here she was, about to go home with the impossible fantasy.
Her throat went dry. In a good way.
“I think…” She cleared her throat so her voice would be less raspy. “I think I’m ready to leave now.”
Chris gave a sharp nod and crossed the loft to Morgan, who was deep in conversation with Rand and Freya’s husband, Cal.
Chris offered Morgan his hand. “I’m going to see that Diana gets home safely. Thank you for inviting me to your party.”
Morgan rose to her feet, her protruding belly making the feat appear both difficult and impressive. She gave Diana a quick squeeze. “Thank you so much for coming.” Then her voice dropped to a whisper, and she said, “You’re welcome.”
Diana laughed even as she rolled her eyes. “It’s just a ride,” she whispered back.
“I should hope so. Enjoy it for all it’s worth.”
Lord. Diana was so out of practice with girlfriends and innuendo that she hadn’t seen that coming. Blushing, she hugged Freya and then Pax and Cal, then shook Rand’s hand again. Finally, she’d said enough goodbyes to make her escape and followed Chris to the stairs.
This time, Chris took the stairs in front of her, so if she stumbled, he’d break her fall. Luckily, she managed the steps without embarrassing herself, and they soon found themselves on the streets of the southwest DC waterfront on a chilly, almost-winter night.
The walk to Chris’s hotel was necessarily slow, as Diana navigated vents and other tripping hazards on crutches.
At one point, the left crutch slipped on a piece of gravel and Chris was there to steady her.
Before she knew it, they were face-to-face, and Chris’s hand was on the small of her back. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Ankle is fine.”
Standing as they were with only inches separating them, she felt fluttery and warm even as a chill wind whipped around them.
Damn. He was handsome, and he was looking at her lips like he was wondering how she’d taste.
“Do it,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.
One corner of his beautiful mouth kicked up. “Right here? In the middle of the sidewalk?”
“We aren’t in the Arab world anymore. You aren’t in uniform. Public displays of affection are allowed. Besides, my lips are cold.”
He let out a quick, warm laugh, and then his mouth was on hers. Soft at first, but then she opened her mouth to let him in, and heat shot through her at the sensation of lips and tongue meeting.
No. Definitely not cold anymore.
His arm wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him. She leaned on him instead of the crutches as he explored her mouth.
A man walked by and muttered, “Get a room.”
Chris raised his head and glanced at the man and said, “Solid advice. I think we will.”
Diana recognized the blond man as Rand and tucked her head on Chris’s chest as she laughed and flushed a little with embarrassment.
Or maybe it was heat and not embarrassment at all.
Chris whispered in her ear, “Lips warm now?”
“Very.”
“Let’s keep moving, then, so I can warm the rest of you.”
They reached his hotel. “I need to grab my car keys from my room.”
She nodded, and he held the door for her as she entered the lobby. His room key card was required to operate the elevator. Alone in the box, she cursed her crutches because she would have enjoyed the anticipatory touching of holding hands.
The doors opened, and she made her three-pronged trek down the endless corridor by his side. She was pretty sure they’d traveled more than a mile by the time they reached his room.
Inside, she went straight to the window. He had a great view of the river. The Jefferson Memorial glowed brightly against the dark hillside of Arlington Cemetery.
Chris stepped up behind her. His arms circled her waist as his lips found her neck.
She tilted her head to give him better access. Heat bloomed at her core, and she placed her hands over his on her abdomen. “I’m in no rush to go home…if you’d rather stay here.”
His lips left her neck so he could answer. “I want whatever you want. We can stay here and binge-watch one of those shows you mentioned.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for television.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
Twisting on crutches wasn’t possible, so she tilted her head back, offering her lips over her shoulder. His hot mouth met hers, and they kissed like they’d just invented a new art form.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, his tongue tracing the scar.
He raised his head. “Can you feel when I suck on your lip like that? Or are the nerve endings severed?”
“There’s a small numb spot. Mostly I can feel it. Do it again.”
He chuckled and did as she commanded. “Keep telling me what you want. I love hearing what turns you on.”
She stroked his stubbled cheek as her head tilted back. “I want you to make me forget everything that’s happened in the last three months. I want you inside my body. I want to make you feel good while you rock my world.”
His eyes were molten hot as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, pausing on the scar. “I can do all that. But you need to tell me if there’s anything I do that doesn’t feel right, or if you change your mind.”
She nodded and realized what he was trying to say, but struggled with how to word it. “If you’re worried that I was raped and might have a triggering memory…thankfully, I wasn’t sexually assaulted.” At least, the one attack had been stopped before it got beyond grabbing hands that were tangled in her skirt.
“I was hit several times. There was bruising and swelling. But the worst physical damage was to my ankle at the end.”
“Thank you. I didn’t want to ask something that’s none of my business. You said you want me to help you forget…and I was afraid we might do something that would cause you to remember.”
She supposed it made sense that a rape survivor might want to have sex to replace the memory with a welcome touch. Every woman handled trauma differently.
Chris Flyte was a good man and understanding in a way she hadn’t expected. She leaned forward on her crutches so she could turn to face him. Once she was in place, she rose on her good foot and settled her hands on his shoulders for support. His arms wrapped around her bottom, and the crutches fell to the side. At last, she was fully flush against him as they kissed long and deep.
She was breathless as she spoke against his lips. “I want you to make love to me, Lieutenant Flyte.”
He bent his knees and lifted her, draping her over his shoulder as he carried her to the king-sized bed that filled the center of the hotel room.
He placed her on the bed and said, “At your command, Dr. Edwards.”
Diana’s eyes were lit with desire as her fingers found the buttons of her blouse and slowly opened them, revealing a sheer bra that overflowed with rounded breasts.
He reached to help her undress, but she shook her head and gave him a different order. “Strip.”
He had no choice but to comply. He moved slowly, taking in her avid gaze as he revealed his upper torso.
She practically purred with delight, and he thoroughly enjoyed her reaction. It had been a long time since he’d shown off his physique to an appreciative audience.
He was honed sharp thanks to the latest deployment. She scooted to the edge of the bed so she could touch his chest.
They were a contrast. Her breasts pale, soft and round with pink nipples, while his chest was firm and dark with a smattering of hair and brown nipples. She traced those flat brown peaks with a fingertip, then pressed her palm to his skin and ran her hands over his pecs and biceps. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He pulled one of her hands to his lips and sucked on the tip of her finger. “So are you. I want to see more.”
She smiled. “I’m going to need your help getting the skirt off.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She rose to her good foot, and he reached around to release the lone button, then pulled down the zipper. He pushed the opened waistband to her knees, then she sat back on the bed, allowing him to ease it over the ankle brace. He tossed the garment aside. Next, he removed the knee-high sock she wore on her left leg and tossed it in the same direction as the skirt.
Naked but for undergarments and ankle brace, she was a feast of soft curves. Fit, not slender. Full and lush. Utterly perfect.
His erection strained against his slacks, reminding him of an important detail. “I’ve got a condom in my wallet.”
She grinned. “So do I.”
“If we need more, I can get a box from the lobby store.”
“I like your confidence.”
He laughed. “I should probably run down to the lobby now.”
She grabbed his waistline and tugged him toward her, then unbuttoned and unzipped, performing the same service he’d done for her, but facing him, his abs at her eye level.
She just about killed him by licking her lips before she reached into his briefs and freed his cock. She smiled a wicked smile and stroked the shaft, running her thumb over the precum at the tip, then, lord have mercy, she swirled her tongue around the head and took him into her mouth.
She closed her eyes and gave a slight suck as she licked him, not moving to take him any deeper. As if she was adjusting to and savoring his girth.
She let out a soft mew of pleasure, then stroked the shaft from root to foreskin as she suckled the head.
It was wildly erotic to be savored in such a way.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head back to meet his gaze with his cock still in her mouth, and he had to fight the urge to thrust. Her mouth felt incredible, and seeing his cock with her lips wrapped around him only made him harder.
She smiled, then shifted so he could slide deeper, until he touched the back of her throat and she stroked the rest of him with her palm.
She rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, taking him as deep as she could, then licking the underside of the shaft as he pulled back, giving her just the tip to suck on.
It wouldn’t be long before he’d reach the point of no return, and he forced himself to step back out of reach of her mouth and hands.
Her eyes were glazed with lust as he toed off his shoes, then shucked his pants, briefs, and socks.
He stepped closer to her, and she reached for his cock again.
“No. My turn.” He reached around her to unhook the sheer bra. “Lie on your back so I can remove your panties, unless you want me to rip them off you.”
Her eyes got a wicked glint, but then she scooted back. “Better keep my panties intact since they’re the only pair I have with me.”
The idea of her going commando in a skirt was a turn-on. He could pull it up and thrust into her, hot and fast. But they could play that game another time.
Lord. He was already planning another time. But it was hard to imagine one night would be enough.
She lay on her back and lifted her ass from the bed to pull down her underwear. He climbed beside her and again eased her last scrap of clothing over the brace.
She was now naked except for the brace that protected her ankle. “I’ll be careful,” he promised.
“I know you will.”
Her trust in him was something. He ran his hand over her skin, pausing to cup her breasts and lick her nipples before giving them a light suck.
Her hand caressed his head, fingers scraping his scalp through his short curls.
“Watching you suck my nipples reminds me of one of the fantasies that got me through recovery at Landstuhl.”
“You thought about me?”
“Oh yeah.”
He licked a peaked pink tip. “Doing this?”
Her eyes were smokey hot. “Yes.”
“What else did you imagine?”
“Sucking on your cock. It was even better than I imagined.”
“I mean, what did you imagine me doing?”
“Licking me everywhere. Making me come.”
“Did you masturbate while thinking of me?”
“Not until I was back in the US. I’m sure a nurse would have walked in at the wrong time or the heart monitor would have given me away.”
He laughed. He trailed a tongue down her belly. “I’d kind of like to hook you up to a heart monitor now.”
“I might break it.”
He reached her belly button, then dipped lower and lower.
Her belly trembled, and he hadn’t even found home yet.
He shifted position, spreading her legs so he could settle between her thighs, and he looked down at her.
So fucking beautiful.
He brushed her clit with his thumb and she jerked with pleasure and let out a soft hum. He dipped his head down and licked her, circled her clit with his tongue, then alternated sucking and licking. She groaned this time, her thighs tightening against his head as he explored every part of her center with mouth and fingers.
She was wet, hot, and ready for his cock, but he wanted to make her come with his mouth first.
He paused in his play to grab the condom from his wallet, tore open the packet, then laid it on the bed next to him before settling between her thighs again and sliding his tongue inside her slick, wet heat. Enjoying the tangy flavor of her arousal as she began to thrash on the bed, getting ever closer to orgasm.
He had two fingers stroking inside her and his tongue on her clit when she tipped over the precipice and held his head between her palms. She cried out as her body rocked with the sensations he’d triggered.
He kept his tongue on her clit as he grabbed the packet and extracted the condom. He continued to tease her with his mouth even as he rolled on the condom. Then he rose up and settled his hips between her thighs. He gazed down at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his penis nudged at her opening.
“Please,” she whispered.
He pressed into her, thrusting deep with one smooth stroke. He echoed her gasp of pleasure in his mind. Her tight heat enveloped him, the intensity of the incredible sensation increasing as he pulled back slowly and thrust again.
He kept an even rhythm, wanting this to last and last. Her soft moans made his task difficult as they pushed him close to the breaking point.
He kept his weight off her, hands on either side of her head as he slid deep and back again. He bent his elbows to kiss her and next thing he knew, he was resting on his forearms, his tongue doing to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy.
And then he couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t slow himself. He was lost, thrusting hard and deep and fast as she wrapped her legs around his ass and met him thrust for thrust.
He felt the brace against his butt cheek and hoped his movement wasn’t putting any strain on her injury as he moved within her.
She came again before he did, crying out with a loud groan that put him over the edge.
He came, his body rocking like he’d been hit with a wave. It had been a long, long time since he’d been with a partner, and he feared for the condom’s durability.
“Right? She’s practically a ninja with her martial arts skills and has won target shooting contests. You really don’t want to mess with her.”
Chris laughed. “Sounds like the woman who was at the center of the Icarus raid.”
“You heard about that?”
“Rand was on the SEAL team that would have been taken out.”
Diana’s eyes widened. “Okay. Now I understand the connection. Rand is up there?” She nodded toward the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go, then. I want to meet him.”
She carefully slid from the booth, and Chris left a sizable tip on the table to make sure the waiter got his share in case he was left off the party split. Then he carried one of Diana’s crutches as she used the railing with one hand to ascend the stairs one slow step at a time.
When they reached the top, Diana was warmly welcomed by all the people Chris had met earlier and he was introduced around some more. Rand was in conversation with one of the former Green Berets, the white man who was Morgan’s husband, Pax Blanchard, if Chris remembered correctly.
Pax gave Diana a hug, then introduced her to Rand. Chris settled in the back against the wall, content to watch Diana work the room. While most of the people here were coupled off, there were a few men who he suspected were single based on the way their eyes followed Diana in the same way his did.
It was ridiculous to feel a surge of possessiveness knowing he was taking her home tonight. Especially since, as far as he knew, he was merely dropping her off. But still, he felt the pull of her and the need to make it clear she was off the market, even if only for one night.
He reined in the feeling. Even as his brain said there was more to it than a car ride.
He’d seen her in Jordan.
Twice.
She’d asked him to trust her.
Asked?
No. Demanded.
And he did. He wasn’t certain he believed she’d really seen Makram Rafiq, but he knew she believed it, and that was what mattered.
Her eyes met his over the shoulder of some guy who was standing way too close. Her mouth quirked in a smile as she caught his frown.
She left the guy and approached Chris, her movement with the crutches easy and smooth. She was well used to them at this point. “You look like you want to break someone’s face.”
“Do I?” he asked innocently.
“What did that poor man do to earn your ire?”
“You know.”
“Do I?” she repeated back to him.
He couldn’t help but smile. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “He looked at you like he wanted to eat you. And I want that privilege for myself.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Heat flooded Diana at Chris’s blatant statement. Earlier tonight, when she was getting dressed for this party, she’d told herself to let go of her superhero SEAL daydream and pick up a real guy and enjoy a one-night stand. Now, here she was, about to go home with the impossible fantasy.
Her throat went dry. In a good way.
“I think…” She cleared her throat so her voice would be less raspy. “I think I’m ready to leave now.”
Chris gave a sharp nod and crossed the loft to Morgan, who was deep in conversation with Rand and Freya’s husband, Cal.
Chris offered Morgan his hand. “I’m going to see that Diana gets home safely. Thank you for inviting me to your party.”
Morgan rose to her feet, her protruding belly making the feat appear both difficult and impressive. She gave Diana a quick squeeze. “Thank you so much for coming.” Then her voice dropped to a whisper, and she said, “You’re welcome.”
Diana laughed even as she rolled her eyes. “It’s just a ride,” she whispered back.
“I should hope so. Enjoy it for all it’s worth.”
Lord. Diana was so out of practice with girlfriends and innuendo that she hadn’t seen that coming. Blushing, she hugged Freya and then Pax and Cal, then shook Rand’s hand again. Finally, she’d said enough goodbyes to make her escape and followed Chris to the stairs.
This time, Chris took the stairs in front of her, so if she stumbled, he’d break her fall. Luckily, she managed the steps without embarrassing herself, and they soon found themselves on the streets of the southwest DC waterfront on a chilly, almost-winter night.
The walk to Chris’s hotel was necessarily slow, as Diana navigated vents and other tripping hazards on crutches.
At one point, the left crutch slipped on a piece of gravel and Chris was there to steady her.
Before she knew it, they were face-to-face, and Chris’s hand was on the small of her back. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Ankle is fine.”
Standing as they were with only inches separating them, she felt fluttery and warm even as a chill wind whipped around them.
Damn. He was handsome, and he was looking at her lips like he was wondering how she’d taste.
“Do it,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.
One corner of his beautiful mouth kicked up. “Right here? In the middle of the sidewalk?”
“We aren’t in the Arab world anymore. You aren’t in uniform. Public displays of affection are allowed. Besides, my lips are cold.”
He let out a quick, warm laugh, and then his mouth was on hers. Soft at first, but then she opened her mouth to let him in, and heat shot through her at the sensation of lips and tongue meeting.
No. Definitely not cold anymore.
His arm wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him. She leaned on him instead of the crutches as he explored her mouth.
A man walked by and muttered, “Get a room.”
Chris raised his head and glanced at the man and said, “Solid advice. I think we will.”
Diana recognized the blond man as Rand and tucked her head on Chris’s chest as she laughed and flushed a little with embarrassment.
Or maybe it was heat and not embarrassment at all.
Chris whispered in her ear, “Lips warm now?”
“Very.”
“Let’s keep moving, then, so I can warm the rest of you.”
They reached his hotel. “I need to grab my car keys from my room.”
She nodded, and he held the door for her as she entered the lobby. His room key card was required to operate the elevator. Alone in the box, she cursed her crutches because she would have enjoyed the anticipatory touching of holding hands.
The doors opened, and she made her three-pronged trek down the endless corridor by his side. She was pretty sure they’d traveled more than a mile by the time they reached his room.
Inside, she went straight to the window. He had a great view of the river. The Jefferson Memorial glowed brightly against the dark hillside of Arlington Cemetery.
Chris stepped up behind her. His arms circled her waist as his lips found her neck.
She tilted her head to give him better access. Heat bloomed at her core, and she placed her hands over his on her abdomen. “I’m in no rush to go home…if you’d rather stay here.”
His lips left her neck so he could answer. “I want whatever you want. We can stay here and binge-watch one of those shows you mentioned.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for television.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
Twisting on crutches wasn’t possible, so she tilted her head back, offering her lips over her shoulder. His hot mouth met hers, and they kissed like they’d just invented a new art form.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, his tongue tracing the scar.
He raised his head. “Can you feel when I suck on your lip like that? Or are the nerve endings severed?”
“There’s a small numb spot. Mostly I can feel it. Do it again.”
He chuckled and did as she commanded. “Keep telling me what you want. I love hearing what turns you on.”
She stroked his stubbled cheek as her head tilted back. “I want you to make me forget everything that’s happened in the last three months. I want you inside my body. I want to make you feel good while you rock my world.”
His eyes were molten hot as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, pausing on the scar. “I can do all that. But you need to tell me if there’s anything I do that doesn’t feel right, or if you change your mind.”
She nodded and realized what he was trying to say, but struggled with how to word it. “If you’re worried that I was raped and might have a triggering memory…thankfully, I wasn’t sexually assaulted.” At least, the one attack had been stopped before it got beyond grabbing hands that were tangled in her skirt.
“I was hit several times. There was bruising and swelling. But the worst physical damage was to my ankle at the end.”
“Thank you. I didn’t want to ask something that’s none of my business. You said you want me to help you forget…and I was afraid we might do something that would cause you to remember.”
She supposed it made sense that a rape survivor might want to have sex to replace the memory with a welcome touch. Every woman handled trauma differently.
Chris Flyte was a good man and understanding in a way she hadn’t expected. She leaned forward on her crutches so she could turn to face him. Once she was in place, she rose on her good foot and settled her hands on his shoulders for support. His arms wrapped around her bottom, and the crutches fell to the side. At last, she was fully flush against him as they kissed long and deep.
She was breathless as she spoke against his lips. “I want you to make love to me, Lieutenant Flyte.”
He bent his knees and lifted her, draping her over his shoulder as he carried her to the king-sized bed that filled the center of the hotel room.
He placed her on the bed and said, “At your command, Dr. Edwards.”
Diana’s eyes were lit with desire as her fingers found the buttons of her blouse and slowly opened them, revealing a sheer bra that overflowed with rounded breasts.
He reached to help her undress, but she shook her head and gave him a different order. “Strip.”
He had no choice but to comply. He moved slowly, taking in her avid gaze as he revealed his upper torso.
She practically purred with delight, and he thoroughly enjoyed her reaction. It had been a long time since he’d shown off his physique to an appreciative audience.
He was honed sharp thanks to the latest deployment. She scooted to the edge of the bed so she could touch his chest.
They were a contrast. Her breasts pale, soft and round with pink nipples, while his chest was firm and dark with a smattering of hair and brown nipples. She traced those flat brown peaks with a fingertip, then pressed her palm to his skin and ran her hands over his pecs and biceps. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He pulled one of her hands to his lips and sucked on the tip of her finger. “So are you. I want to see more.”
She smiled. “I’m going to need your help getting the skirt off.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She rose to her good foot, and he reached around to release the lone button, then pulled down the zipper. He pushed the opened waistband to her knees, then she sat back on the bed, allowing him to ease it over the ankle brace. He tossed the garment aside. Next, he removed the knee-high sock she wore on her left leg and tossed it in the same direction as the skirt.
Naked but for undergarments and ankle brace, she was a feast of soft curves. Fit, not slender. Full and lush. Utterly perfect.
His erection strained against his slacks, reminding him of an important detail. “I’ve got a condom in my wallet.”
She grinned. “So do I.”
“If we need more, I can get a box from the lobby store.”
“I like your confidence.”
He laughed. “I should probably run down to the lobby now.”
She grabbed his waistline and tugged him toward her, then unbuttoned and unzipped, performing the same service he’d done for her, but facing him, his abs at her eye level.
She just about killed him by licking her lips before she reached into his briefs and freed his cock. She smiled a wicked smile and stroked the shaft, running her thumb over the precum at the tip, then, lord have mercy, she swirled her tongue around the head and took him into her mouth.
She closed her eyes and gave a slight suck as she licked him, not moving to take him any deeper. As if she was adjusting to and savoring his girth.
She let out a soft mew of pleasure, then stroked the shaft from root to foreskin as she suckled the head.
It was wildly erotic to be savored in such a way.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head back to meet his gaze with his cock still in her mouth, and he had to fight the urge to thrust. Her mouth felt incredible, and seeing his cock with her lips wrapped around him only made him harder.
She smiled, then shifted so he could slide deeper, until he touched the back of her throat and she stroked the rest of him with her palm.
She rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, taking him as deep as she could, then licking the underside of the shaft as he pulled back, giving her just the tip to suck on.
It wouldn’t be long before he’d reach the point of no return, and he forced himself to step back out of reach of her mouth and hands.
Her eyes were glazed with lust as he toed off his shoes, then shucked his pants, briefs, and socks.
He stepped closer to her, and she reached for his cock again.
“No. My turn.” He reached around her to unhook the sheer bra. “Lie on your back so I can remove your panties, unless you want me to rip them off you.”
Her eyes got a wicked glint, but then she scooted back. “Better keep my panties intact since they’re the only pair I have with me.”
The idea of her going commando in a skirt was a turn-on. He could pull it up and thrust into her, hot and fast. But they could play that game another time.
Lord. He was already planning another time. But it was hard to imagine one night would be enough.
She lay on her back and lifted her ass from the bed to pull down her underwear. He climbed beside her and again eased her last scrap of clothing over the brace.
She was now naked except for the brace that protected her ankle. “I’ll be careful,” he promised.
“I know you will.”
Her trust in him was something. He ran his hand over her skin, pausing to cup her breasts and lick her nipples before giving them a light suck.
Her hand caressed his head, fingers scraping his scalp through his short curls.
“Watching you suck my nipples reminds me of one of the fantasies that got me through recovery at Landstuhl.”
“You thought about me?”
“Oh yeah.”
He licked a peaked pink tip. “Doing this?”
Her eyes were smokey hot. “Yes.”
“What else did you imagine?”
“Sucking on your cock. It was even better than I imagined.”
“I mean, what did you imagine me doing?”
“Licking me everywhere. Making me come.”
“Did you masturbate while thinking of me?”
“Not until I was back in the US. I’m sure a nurse would have walked in at the wrong time or the heart monitor would have given me away.”
He laughed. He trailed a tongue down her belly. “I’d kind of like to hook you up to a heart monitor now.”
“I might break it.”
He reached her belly button, then dipped lower and lower.
Her belly trembled, and he hadn’t even found home yet.
He shifted position, spreading her legs so he could settle between her thighs, and he looked down at her.
So fucking beautiful.
He brushed her clit with his thumb and she jerked with pleasure and let out a soft hum. He dipped his head down and licked her, circled her clit with his tongue, then alternated sucking and licking. She groaned this time, her thighs tightening against his head as he explored every part of her center with mouth and fingers.
She was wet, hot, and ready for his cock, but he wanted to make her come with his mouth first.
He paused in his play to grab the condom from his wallet, tore open the packet, then laid it on the bed next to him before settling between her thighs again and sliding his tongue inside her slick, wet heat. Enjoying the tangy flavor of her arousal as she began to thrash on the bed, getting ever closer to orgasm.
He had two fingers stroking inside her and his tongue on her clit when she tipped over the precipice and held his head between her palms. She cried out as her body rocked with the sensations he’d triggered.
He kept his tongue on her clit as he grabbed the packet and extracted the condom. He continued to tease her with his mouth even as he rolled on the condom. Then he rose up and settled his hips between her thighs. He gazed down at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his penis nudged at her opening.
“Please,” she whispered.
He pressed into her, thrusting deep with one smooth stroke. He echoed her gasp of pleasure in his mind. Her tight heat enveloped him, the intensity of the incredible sensation increasing as he pulled back slowly and thrust again.
He kept an even rhythm, wanting this to last and last. Her soft moans made his task difficult as they pushed him close to the breaking point.
He kept his weight off her, hands on either side of her head as he slid deep and back again. He bent his elbows to kiss her and next thing he knew, he was resting on his forearms, his tongue doing to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy.
And then he couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t slow himself. He was lost, thrusting hard and deep and fast as she wrapped her legs around his ass and met him thrust for thrust.
He felt the brace against his butt cheek and hoped his movement wasn’t putting any strain on her injury as he moved within her.
She came again before he did, crying out with a loud groan that put him over the edge.
He came, his body rocking like he’d been hit with a wave. It had been a long, long time since he’d been with a partner, and he feared for the condom’s durability.
