Sweet Curves for the Marine
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He paused, with a hushed, “Oh, shit,” his forehead tipping to rest against hers. And then he started to move, carefully measured thrusts drawing exquisite pleasure with each movement. Gripping his waist, she flung one leg over the back of his thigh. His pace increased, his thrusts harder, yet gentle, until his body tensed. Ethan dropped his head to her shoulder and gripped her hips hard as he shuddered with release.
Her head swam, pleasurable little sparks igniting all over her body. Ethan rolled to his side, bringing her with him so her head rested on his shoulder and his arms encased her. She lay there grappling with her breathing, simply feeling as the pleasure began to fade into a pleasant hum.
She traced his chin with one finger, feeling incredibly sated and lazy as the clock ticked by.
“I don’t know anything about you.”
He caressed her arm and looked up at the ceiling. He looked as spent as she felt.
“Let’s see, I’m a former Marine. Military Police. Twice deployed to Afghanistan. I got out after my last tour and worked private security for the government for a few years. I started my own security company and haven’t looked back.”
“Impressive.”
He groaned. “Nah, not really. What about you? What made you decide to open a burlesque?”
It was an honest question; one she was hesitant to answer. Their fingers trailed over each other, and the sensation of his touch soothed her.
“It started as a way for me to feel good about myself. I’ve always loved dance and the way it makes my body feel. But, growing up, I was considered too heavy. My mother said… that I shouldn’t dance because I was embarrassing myself. As soon as I left home, I took all the dance classes that I could and decided I wanted to do something to help women feel good about themselves, no matter their size.”
Ethan’s body tensed as she spoke. She cupped his cheek and smiled. “Turns out that many of the women who came to me looking for jobs needed a fresh start. Sweet Curves turned out to be so much more validating and fulfilling than I ever imagined it would be.”
He gave a brilliant smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “You’re beautiful just the way you are, Claire. Beautiful and amazing.”
Looking into his eyes was the most natural thing and she was reluctant to pull away. But the clock was ticking.
“I’m going to jump in the shower, quick.” She had a wicked thought. “Want to join me?”
“You fucking know it.”
She relished the heat of the water and the pleasure of Ethan’s body as he made love to her again, filling her full just as he’d promised. So full, there was no way she would ever forget.
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