I pant and bite my bottom lip. Pressure builds inside, throbbing, as he sets up a rhythm designed to drive me mad. He drives harder and harder as his pace quickens.
When the back of my head bangs the wall, he sinks deep and stops. Holding me against the wall with his body, he rubs the spot on my skull.
“You all right?”
I smile and twitch my hips forward, indicating that he should keep going.
“C’mon. Let’s find the bed before I give you brain damage. Hang on to me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s got me firmly in his grasp, my ass cheeks in his big hands. As he carries me through the house, his tongue dances with mine. He’s like a drug, lulling me as I melt into his arms.
At the bed, his lips land on mine, and his hands find the hem of my dress. His hard-on presses against my belly as he pulls me closer. “Where were we?”
“I think we were going to bump uglies again.”
His chuckle is deep and sexy. “All righty then, bumping uglies it is.”
Before I can pull the dress off, he has it scrunched in a ball in his big hand. He tosses it across the room as his eyes find mine.
He pushes me down onto the bed, pulling me so my ass is at the very edge. Then he spreads my legs and kneels.
“I’ve gotta taste that pussy.”
“Yes, please.” I lean on my elbows.
His face disappears between my legs. He lays sweet kisses on the inner-most part of each thigh. My pussy pulses. My heart races.
I press my legs closer to his face. “Feels a little smoother without the beard.”
He nips the inside of my thigh.
His face reappears for a second. “Talk dirty to me, Smut Queen. How do you want it?”
“Talk dirty?”
“Yeah. You know. Tell me in vivid, full-color detail, using all the real words, how you want me to fuck you.” He nudges my legs further apart.
With the first swipe of his tongue across my clit, my mind blanks.
Full-color? Real words?
His words are familiar, but mine have all escaped.
His mouth is heavenly.
Wait. He wanted me to say something.
That’s right—he wants dirty talk.
I wet my lips and try to peel the letters off the roof of my mouth. “I—I want you—to—oh, lick me and put your thing in the place—I—I mean…”
“What did you say?” he whispers.
I can do this. I write freaking romance novels.
I swallow and clear my throat. “I said give me your giant love muscle. Sheath it in my moistened passion flower. It’s all sparkly with my love dew. De-petal me, lover.”
“Moistened what? Sparkles?”
“Damn it.” I close my eyes tighter. If at first you don’t succeed… “Ram your hot sex spear into my waiting lady bits. They’re dripping with passion nectar.”
“Um. O.K.” He pauses for a moment—and I’m pretty sure he shrugged.
I flop backward onto the bed. “Fine. You try it.”
“Hmmm…” He licks my slit from one end to the other. “Okay. So…I’ll give you my man-meat if you’ll open your pleasure cave to me—I guess?”
Pleasure cave?
I sit up and push one shoulder forward, trying out my sexy, smoky voice. “You be the jungle cat, prowling for the sweet bite of lover’s heat, and I’ll purr like the vexed kitten, yowling for the mount.”
Adam sits on his heels, his chest shaking with laughter. “Stop. Please. Just. No.”
“Oh, just stuff your cock in my twat and go kaboom—”
An uncomfortable heat surges over my neck and face. My palm meets my forehead too hard. The thump starts up in my temple again.
I heave a sigh. “Sorry. I guess I got the sex-talk equivalent to writer’s block.”
“Yeah, it could almost work as a cock-block.”
My shoulders slump. “Sorry.”
Adam stands on his knees between my legs. He pulls me to him. “I don’t need you to talk dirty. All you have to do is breathe—that’s all it takes.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips finding his as I thank him with my tongue.
Adam makes his way south again, and I lean back on the bed. Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out nice and slow as he kisses my pussy, his lips flitting across it lightly, like the kiss of a butterfly.
He sucks my pussy lips, slipping his tongue in and out, circling the edges. And then he tickles my nub until I tremble.
I bring a foot up to rest on the mattress, opening my folds even more for him. The softness of his tongue coupled with its warm wetness is almost enough to send me over the edge. Then he plunges at least two fingers deep into my entrance, rubbing that spot just inside that makes my hips pump against his hand.
I cry out when the pressure winds so tight I think I might burst. Only, Adam won’t let me come. Every time I edge closer to my orgasm, he pulls back and slows down.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip and my fingers sink into his hair as he licks and sucks and tugs on my pussy with his mouth. I arch my back and push closer to him.
Finally, he pulls away and rubs the back of his arm across his wet chin. I’ve soaked the sheets, and my pussy throbs with want.
“You’re cruel. Why won’t you let me come?”
He moves like a prowling tiger up and over me, pushing me further back onto the bed until he’s got me trapped beneath him, caged in his arms. “Because I want you addicted to me. When I let you come, it’s going to be hard and something you’ll never forget.”
“Oh.” The word escapes on a sigh.
He dips to take my nipple between his teeth. Then he soothes the bite with his tongue, slathering it over the pink bead. He slips between my thighs, his cock sinking deep inside me. I wrap my legs around him as he lays kisses along my neck and rolls his hips, again and again, until the pressure builds again.
Adam slowly builds up the speed of his thrusts. I brace myself against the headboard as he plunges into me again and again, harder with each stroke. Then he stands on his knees and grabs my ankles, pushing them up to rest against the front of his shoulders. Holding me at my waist, he pulls back and rams his hard-on deeper.
Over and over, he slams into me, filling me to the brim until I’m panting and my pussy muscles clench his erection.
He finds my clit and rubs hard circles over it while he impales me again and again. “Come for me, Beautiful Girl. Let go.”
His dick, the pad of his thumb on my bud, and every fiber of my being pulsing to his rhythm, all culminate to drive me over the edge. The sensations swamp me. I close my eyes and let go. I catch my breath and bear down on his cock, wrapping him with my legs.
I draw him down to me. My pussy clings to his hard-on as he continues pumping in and pulling out, until another tightened coil of hot liquid unfurls deep inside my core. Adam shoves his hand behind my head and grabs a handful of hair, yanking it hard enough to increase the intensity of my orgasm. His mouth roams over mine, our tongues loving one another as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Holy.
Fuck.
Me.
He loosens his grip on my hair, kissing my forehead. “Think you’d like another one of those?”
FIFTEEN
Kelsey almost glows with the sheen of sweat we’ve worked up. She lays under me, her pussy still trying its damnedest to milk my cock. Her arms are flung wide, and her breasts jiggle a little with each breath she takes—hard breaths that puff out between lips swollen from my kisses. Her hair haloes her head and trails across the pillow, spilling onto the mattress.
Fuck if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I push the wisp of hair out of her eyes with the tip of my finger.
She smiles, but it fades to a frown with her next trembling breath. “You didn’t come.”
“No.”
Her lashes kiss her cheeks and she sucks in her bottom lip. When she looks up at me, her smile returns.
“How can I help?”
I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, shaking my head.
“What?” She reaches up and gently tweaks my nipple.
I grab her fingers, bringing them to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “You can’t. I told you. This is how it is. It’s not you. Not at all.”
She rises and pushes me to the side.
I move off of her.
Shit. Now she’s going to leave.
I roll to my back and prop my head on my hands. I’ll play it cool. If she leaves, she leaves. I can’t change what I am or how my body works—or doesn’t.
But she doesn’t leave.
She takes my cock in hand and licks the tip, circling it with her tongue. My dick strains toward her. Kelsey turns, swinging her leg over me. She holds my hard-on and rubs it along her slit, wetting us both with her cream.
She licks her lips and lowers herself onto me, taking in every inch—every millimeter of my cock. She sits astride me like I’m a horse and she’s a naked cowgirl.
Her long hair hangs over one shoulder, almost to her waist, so only half of her face is visible. One of her tits is partially covered. Her pink nipple peeks through as though it’s the shyer of the two. She should be immortalized, exactly like this, sexy as fuck with that satisfied smirk.
She moves, and the world tilts again, as it did earlier when I first jammed my dick inside her.
I close my eyes, trying to find my center of gravity, but I might as well be in outer space, because all I can feel is her. Her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into my pecs. Her pussy swallowing my erection. The weight of her across my hips.
I run my hands over her thighs. “Damn you’re beautiful right now, with your hair like that.”
Kelsey turns so her face is hidden even more by her hair. “You only think that because I’m sitting on your cock at the moment.”
I shake my head at her refusal to accept that I think she’s gorgeous. Her eyes close and she moves a bit faster, her hips rolling, her body heating mine.
My cock swells and hardens even more.
She fits me beautifully. And shit. I’m so fucking close to coming.
Maybe…
I squeeze her hips. “Fuck. Me. Just. Like. That. Beautiful Girl.”
Her eyes open, and she pushes up on her knees and off my cock. “But what if I want to fuck you this way?”
I clench my jaw so I don’t let loose a curse.
It’s not like I’d have come anyway.
I love that sass. Not sure I’d trade it, even for an orgasm.
She turns around and slides onto my erection, smiling over her shoulder. “Reverse cowgirl.”
I palm her ass cheeks. As she moves, the pressure on my cock is different, but no less amazing.
And the view of her ass as she grinds on my jock is worth the interruption.
She’s perfect in every way.
Kelsey is the one I’ve been searching for all this time.
She leans forward, putting her hands on either side of my knees, and pumps over my length. The quick glimpses I get of her pussy taking in my dick as she moves up and down—just—fuck, she’s hot.
I hold her ass cheeks as she rides me. Her breaths come faster, and she lets out little mews and moans as she finds her rhythm and drives me crazy.
And damn—I want to come so fucking bad.
My balls are tight, and my erection is as long as it’s ever been under Kelsey’s dripping entrance. My hips keep time with her movements until she sits up and throws her head back. She grabs hold of my thighs as she cries out.
Both her pussy and her hands squeeze me. The pulsing of her cunt is hot and strong.
I grab the sheets at my sides to keep from cursing fate and my fucking dick as she rides out the storm of her orgasm. But then, the blinding surge of pressure hits its peak, and my cock convulses. Pleasure shoots through me.
I let out a growling groan, long and loud.
Kelsey sinks down on top of me, and I jam my hips up as hard as I can. Her body surrounds me as I find the release that I’ve been denied for so long. I spew cum, possibly harder than I’ve ever done.
I’ve never felt more at home or at peace than this moment. Maybe the future isn’t cold and cruel. Maybe life can be fulfilling and maybe love would be worth the risk of losing it.
Once her pulsing subsides, I pull her off me. I grab a tissue from the night table and toss the condom in the bed-side trash bin.
I drag Kelsey into my arms as I inhale and exhale a deep breath. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
She grins. “Just say thank you.”
My heart swells with more than simple gratitude. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I guess I am the one to get you there after all.”
I want to shout and holler and maybe even fucking dance. Instead, I say, “Let me hold you.”
Kelsey snuggles down into the bedding with her back against my chest and her ass against my only slightly aroused cock. With her in my arms, it’s as though life’s uncertainty doesn’t matter anymore.
I smooth her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck. “Are you comfortable? Warm enough? Cool enough?”
Her chuckle vibrates through my chest, right into my heart. “I’m perfect, but thanks for asking.”
“I’ll always ask.” I trail my fingertips over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm, while tasting her smooth skin and savoring the flavor of tropical fruit mixed with a sweetness that’s all Kelsey.
“Hmmm…” She suddenly flips over, so we’re facing one another. “You know, not one guy I’ve ever been with has ever asked me if I’m comfortable.”
“Not even your ex-husband? He never—”
“Especially my ex.”
“Your ex is an idiot.” I wrap her in my arms and pull her close so her breasts rub my pecs as we settle in and get comfortable. I want to hold her forever. Never let her go.
She throws her leg over my hip. Her soft pussy kisses the tip of my erection.
My cock pulls tighter and throbs with want.
She nuzzles under my chin, her warm breath soothing and welcome on my neck. Her fingers play in the short hairs on my pecs. She sucks in a deep breath and seems to hold it for the longest time before letting it out. Again and again, she does this.
I pull back and tip her chin up. “What are you thinking about?”
She gives a one-shoulder shrug.
“Not good enough. What is it?”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lip. “At the banquet…”
“Yeah?”
She draws a figure-eight around the flat disks of my nipples. “You seemed really passionate about all of it.”
Now I’m the one who shrugs. “I’m a vet. I like to support fellow veterans.”
“I know, but…it seemed to be more than that.” Kelsey pushes up onto one elbow.
I thread my fingers through her hair and smooth it down. “I’ve been seeing a shrink at the VA Hospital for a while. And I’m doing okay. Life is reasonably good—now.”
Kelsey nods as she continues swirling her fingertip over my heated skin.
How much do I tell her? Does she want all of it? Can I tell her all of it?
No.
She doesn’t have to know to understand. The reason I enlisted and went over there was to keep the horror from coming home. No sense in bringing it to Kelsey, filling her mind with the terrible things I’ve seen—the things I’ve done.
She flattens her palm over my heart and gives me a little shake. “Life is good now—but?”
My ribs crank down on my lungs for a moment. “No judging?”
Kelsey shakes her head. “None.”
“When I was over there—well, I’ve—some things stick with a person.” I rub my forehead.
How do I put this?
“No matter how much I fill up my time, no matter how much I tell myself that I was doing my duty…no matter how many sleeping pills I take or how many anti-depressants I shove down
my gullet, some things won’t leave me. They lurk in the hallways of my mind, they’re in the brown eyes of a child at the grocery store, they’re in a dirty shoe abandoned on a dusty road, and they wait for me in a thousand other places and things I see and hear every day.”
Kelsey’s warm body comforts me in a way I didn’t know was possible. I pull her closer and lace my fingers behind her.
“It took me a while to learn to deal with them. To figure out how to live around them, maneuver through my everyday life without tripping over them at every turn, every backfiring truck, every firework show, every little thing that can trigger one of them and bring them to the front of my mind, instead of leaving them safely tucked into the recesses of my memory where they belong.”
For a few moments, there’s only our breathing to break the silence.
Kelsey finally says, “And?”
“And most of those vets are there, on the streets, because of something that happened to them or around them while they served our country—protected others who will never know the sacrifices they’ve made. The horrors that live in their minds, that have fractured their realities, that drive them to drink or do drugs—they wouldn’t have any of that in their heads if they hadn’t put our country first and served.”
“I can understand that.”
“And—any of those guys you saw on that slideshow? I could be right there with them. Homeless. Desperate. Hungry. Alone.”
She shakes her head. “No. I can’t see that happening to you.”
I lay a kiss on the top of her head. “Beautiful girl, I appreciate your confidence in me. But really, any step along the way—if I’d have faltered, if my doc hadn’t shown up for work one day, if I’d have called to talk to a buddy and he hadn’t felt like dealing with my truckloads of shit, if I hadn’t been able to open up enough and let some of it out, take the pressure off, so to speak—yeah, I could have been.”
“So you give talks at fundraisers.”
“Yes. It’s a small thing, but it’s at least one thing I can do.” I turn her over and tuck her close against me, smoothing her hair beneath my chin. “Now, go to sleep. You’ll need your rest for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” She wiggles her ass, upping the pressure at my crotch.
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