I choked on his dick every time he thrust his hips into my mouth, hating blow jobs after that. He poked around my nether regions with a hard, stiff tongue, no finesse and no orgasm for me. After that, neither of us asked the other for oral sex again.
This wasn’t the first time giving Rafe head, but I still lacked confidence.
Working my hands down his body, making sure to lightly scrape my nails down his nipples, tracing his washboard abs and lingering on the snail trail that led to where I needed to be. “Ah, this is what I am looking for.” My voice came out husky and sultry, something I never tried to be before. I was just Peyton, vet nurse and movie buff, but seductress?
“What are you doing to me, Peyton? How have I survived so long without you?”
I wasn’t sure if Rafe required an answer to his questions, but judging by the way his hands fisted the sheets on either side of his legs, I decided to show him he wouldn’t be able to survive without me from now on.
Slipping the button through the hole, I then released the zipper slowly–the faint hiss of the zip surpassed by the loud one from Rafe. Encouraged by not only the fact that Rafe was extremely aroused, I was also delighted to find he was commando under the denim jeans.
“Taking a leaf out of my book, hey babe.”
Winking at me, Rafe speared his hands through my hair. Last night I’d dyed my hair a new colour for our reunion. Choosing a colour was normally an easy decision, but I wanted to wow Rafe after being away from each other for five days. Our relationship was still new and exciting. My goal was to keep the excitement with our passion for each other and continue the new by surprising him with different colours. This is why I went with a three-tone combination of baby blue, and baby pink and then adding in shimmery silver, inspired by the My Little Pony unicorn I used to have when I was a little girl. It meant four hours in the bathroom last night, but so worth it when Rafe’s eyes lit up when I got out of the car earlier.
“I love your hair, Bunny, so sweet and sexy. Mystical, just like the spell you are casting over me,” Rafe whispered gravelly, his fingers massaging through my long spiral curls. The heat coming off him spurring me on to step way out of my comfort zone and show him he had the same effect on me.
“I’m glad you like it, hopefully, you will like this too.” Crossing mental fingers, I carefully pulled his steel-like cock out of the confines of his pants. The hard appendage was beautiful in creation. Soft but hard, thick, pulsing veins, smooth, silky head—all nine impressive inches of it.
“Wow,” I breathed, captivated by the jerking movements and the pearl of silvery-white cum oozing from the slit at the top. “Impressive.”
Leaning forward, I steeled myself from licking the treat, instead, gently jacking my hand down the length then slowly back up again, running my thumb over the head each time I reached the top. I couldn’t stop looking at his dick, my hand wrapped around the thick girth, it was so thick my fingers didn’t reach all the way around.
How on earth did I manage to take this into my body and mouth? The random question popping into my head. I hoped I never got used to seeing or touching his cock, and Rafe never tired of giving it to me.
“I love the way you look at my cock, baby. Your eyes are an intense colour of fire and green, so pretty, so expressive, they are eating me up.”
His sweet yet erotic words set off another wave of flutters inside me. The man really knew how to string together orgasmic word foreplay.
“Well, I think it is time for me to eat something up,” I teased, my sassy and playful side making an entrance. I had already blown him once and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. This time I want to give him something a little more on the kinky side.
Leaning down closer to his shaft, I poked out my tongue and gave the head a languid lick with the flat of my tongue. An explosion of salty sweetness hitting my taste buds. Relaxing my mouth, I opened up and took in the smooth head, wrapping my lips around it, sucking it like a treat, my tongue automatically swirling, finding the little slit and running the tip over it.
“Oh fuck, Peyton! Fucking yes, baby.” The guttural groan echoed in the small room, his fingers fisting my hair gently. I could feel his control ebbing away, my mouth sliding up and down on his cock, chipping at his natural urge to thrust up and bury himself in my throat. I sensed his desperation to force my head down in time with my mouth, and I wanted—no, I craved for him to do exactly that. Roughen his grip on me and take what he wanted.
Searching my memory for a romance book I read a few months back, a certain sex scene that affected me at the time. That night I laid in my bed, finished reading the chapter, put the book on the side table and with Rafe down the hall, I brought myself to orgasm with the words circling around in my head and visualising the scene, with Rafe and me as the main characters. That night I thought I had experienced the most intense climax in my life, but compared to Rafe’s magical hands on me, it was nothing more than a tiny blip of excitement.
Hollowing my cheeks, I plunged down, taking as much of his long length in, reaching my limit, which I had to admit was surprisingly a lot. I moaned low and deep, breathing through my nose like the girl in the book did.
Salvia pooled around my lips, dripping down Rafe’s shaft. Taking my hand again, I used the moisture to pump the length of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth. I did this in tandem, the music of Rafe’s moans fuelling me. The thick vein beneath my thumb ticked and pulsed, and I knew he was close to exploding, only this time it wasn’t going to be in my mouth.
“Fuck Peyton, you are going to make me come.” His voice deep and distorted, his fingers holding fistfuls of my hair more roughly, his hips starting to thrust up.
Answering him meant I would have to let go of my prize, and that was not going to happen, not yet, so instead … I cupped his balls with my other hand, their feel and weight fascinating me. We have only had that one night together before he left for the base, most of it spent with Rafe worshipping me. I barely got time at all to have my way with him. His cock stayed inside me so much, he barely gave me time to play.
Tumbling the spongy orbs around in my palm, thrilling in the rumbled response, and the tingling sensation coming from the head of his cock. A trembling started in his upper thighs, the massive tree trunk muscled legs tensing under me.
“I’m coming Peyton, fucking going to come in your mouth, baby. Pull off, pull off!” he shouted the command, but his hands stayed gripped to my head, holding me in place like he loathed to let me go, but his tone suggested he was torn.
Taking the decision into my own hands, I let go of his balls and started a frantic pumping of his dick again. Sucking him as deep as my gag reflex would allow. Suddenly, the naughty plan that formed moments earlier became even more important to pull off. The night was still young and Rafe had the stamina of a triathlete. My core clenched knowing that Rafe could and would satisfy me over and over. Our one night together so far was just a prelude to what was yet to come for us.
“Baby, baby, oh baby,” Rafe chanted as his hips surged up once more, his dick throbbed and expanded in my mouth. My only warning before he exploded was the feral roar that tore from his throat, quickly, I released his cock and held it to my bra covered chest, jacking my hand frantically when thick ropes of ejaculate spurted out from the slit. Pumping my hand I pointed the tip at my cleavage, covering my skin with his cum, rubbing his cock through the sticky mess as Rafe groaned, his head writhing on the pillow.
Dropping my chin, I licked up the length of his semi-hard cock, cleaning up the shaft, I hummed happily. Rafe’s reaction to my blow job causing a throbbing between my thighs that would not be tamed until he was inside me. He quivered and shook, moaned and roared, panted and chanted my name. He did everything but get up and fist pump the air … but the night was still young.
“Wow,” I gushed, already knowing that I was blushing, all my bravado quickly slipping away being replaced with shyness and insecurities. Do I kiss him, or should I gargle first? Would he w
ant to kiss me with the taste of his own cum on my lips? I didn’t mind it when he kissed me after going there, is there a difference between male and female jizz?
I silently contemplated my options when two strong hands slipped under my arms and hauled me up his body. Rafe’s arms wrapping around my back, holding me on top of him.
“Stop overthinking everything, Bunny,” Rafe whispered, kissing the tip of my nose, then pressed a soft and gentle kiss to my lips.
“I don’t care if you have my taste on your lips and tongue; in fact, I fucking love that you did that. It was hot, baby, very fucking hot and sexy.”
I could feel my anxiety float away, my worry that I had been too slutty no longer lingering.
“Hmmm, I’m so pleased.” Running my fingers over his stubbled jaw, I looked into his dark brown eyes and smiled. “Because I want to do that heaps more.”
Rafe moaned then laughed. “How about you let me hold you for a minute or two before I show you what happens when I have to spend five days away from you, so soon after making you mine?”
“It fucking sucked being separated from you Peyton, I never thought that my job would piss me off, but it did. It took me two days to get right with everything, and I know it is going to happen many times. Long deployments are part of my life, it’s just it is—”
“Different now,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chin.
“Yeah, a good different,” he agreed.
“We will get used to it, Rafe. You are a soldier, and I know how important that part of your life is to you. I never want to change a single thing about you, nor will I hold it against you. You know I have Thursdays off, right? I can talk to Addy about swapping the day to Friday when you have to be here. That way, I can come down after work and spend a long weekend here with you. What do you think?”
Rafe’s eyes went from hooded to wide, and his fingers tightened on my hips almost painfully as he stared at me with complete shock.
“You would do that for me?” he rasped, a hint of incredulity creeping into his voice. Like he couldn’t believe that anyone would do something so nice for him. It made me more determined to speak to Addy and get my work week rearranged. And it wasn’t as if it was going to be every week. Rafe had already explained about the army’s relaxed approach to the team’s coming and goings at the base. My thoughts were we would be on my turf more than his.
“Sure. For both of us, Rafe. I really want our relationship to work. You will be going away, you already said that, so we need to spend as much time with each other as we can. Here or in Ballarat, it doesn’t matter to me which.” I wondered if he was finding it hard to accept because he wasn’t used to being considered so easily? That made me sad and very understanding because of my experience with my parents and Darren, my feelings not being considered over position and pride.
Lifting his head off the pillow, Rafe took my mouth in a kiss that screamed thanks and astoundment, then quickly turning into something a lot hotter. Against my belly, his dick twitched, coming back to life.
“You amaze me Peyton with your gentle, giving heart,” Rafe whispered against my lips, “how about we get naked and lose ourselves in one another?” It was a question, but it didn’t require a spoken answer. What idiot would pass up a night of passion with a hunky soldier who had a gift for romance and a cock that could cripple you in the best way imaginable?
Not me!
Lifting my upper body, I unhooked my lace bra in a deep ruby red, my panties he was yet to discover making a matching set. Rafe’s heated hiss and the way his eyes dilated as he really took in the flimsy garment for the first time, affirming I’d chosen right, and the eighty dollars I’d spent on the lingerie set was not a wasted expense.
Releasing my hold on the diamanté clip at the front, I smiled when my breasts spilled out of the cups. My nipples hardening instantly under his heated scrutiny.
“Oorah!” The word coming out with a squeal because Rafe had one nipple clenched between his lips, grunting a laugh around his mouthful.
“That’s not an Aussie military term, baby, but we can work on that. Later.”
Moaning when his teeth grazed the tender, fleshy bud, I wrapped a hand in his hair and held him to my breast.
“Yes, sir.”
Time to get naked.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RAFE
If the major could see me now, he would have me at the army phycologist faster than you could blink. Sitting on the sand with a huge beach umbrella over me, an esky, and two blow-up beach balls beside me, freely laughing while I watched Peyton talk herself into going in the water was out of my normal go-to activities. If you asked the major, he would say brooding in a corner, picking a fight with the yanks or cleaning my sniper rifle was more my style. And not so long ago, he would have been right. Until Peyton.
Sitting, relaxing and laughing at my girl squealing and running from the waves, her colourful mane of hair loose around her bare shoulders. Her magnificent sexy body covered only in a tiny black bikini, which consisted of two small triangles on her breasts, a smaller one covering her pussy and a slightly bigger one on her sweet, peach-shaped arse.
She was lucky that we were the only two on the beach because the way her cheeks were hanging out of the bottom of her bikini, eyes would have to be gouged out. Peyton summoned all kinds of new emotions from me, like happiness, calmness and a whole lot of territorial ownership. A new one for me, but it was there none the less.
Peyton had burrowed under my rough exterior and taken hold of the softest part of me. My heart. After Angie got through with shattering it, I was beginning to wonder if I was capable of soft ever again, giving a person that part of you, trusting her not to stomp all over it. Peyton would never do that; I mean, she offered to change her shifts at the clinic so we could be together during the times I have to be here at the base. Some might think an extra day is a big deal, but to me, it was huge. My job didn’t bother her, didn’t make her jealous or resentful. Instead, she came up with a plan to give us a three day weekend on her own without me having to ask or suggest it.
Then, there was yesterday.
Waiting for Peyton on my balcony, throwing insults back and forth with Gabe, chilling but inside my stomach was burning, my mind reeling to get eyes on her.
Then the car pulled up, and all conscious thought evaporated when my beautiful girl got out of the car, looking so perfect, her smile wide and her amazingly expressive eyes on me. The way she ran to me and jumped into my arms. My chest nearly burst with happiness, and to be honest, my heart had yet to stop thumping wildly.
Peyton was my answer. She was everything.
Last night we made love all night. And I do mean made love, not just sex. Every kiss, every thrust of my hips, I poured all my feelings into her. The three words I yearned to tell her were on the tip of my tongue all night. Holding her in my arms afterwards, her limp body soft and sated, I fought with my inner voice to tell her about Angie, confess and trust that Peyton would forgive me, understand why I’d kept it from her, even though I couldn’t.
Did I though? Nope, like a coward, I talked myself out of it yet again. Justifying it by wanting this weekend to be just for us, no outside drama. Just me and Peyton.
Pushing aside the guilt from my deceit, I pasted a smile on my face when I saw my girl running towards me, mesmerised by her bountiful breasts threatening to escape from the practically useless bikini top.
“You’re looking at my boobs, aren’t you?” Peyton accused, narrowing her amber eyes at me, her lips twitching, fighting a smile.
“Of course I am. My hands have been all over those beauties, why not my eyes too.” My smirk wide and cocky.
“And not to mention your mouth,” Peyton grumbled, “putting on my bikini this morning, I happened to notice how many bite and finger marks there are on them.”
“Just another way to claim you, Bunny. If you insist on wearing that scrap of material, then I need my marks on you to warn off any bastard that thinks
he can look at what is mine.”
Dropping to the towel beside me, Peyton scoffed at me but still reached for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine.
“I am yours, Rafe, nothing is going to change that.” Peyton looked at me, her expression soft but serious. I felt a tightening at my throat, the words I needed to find admitting to once being married stuck behind the lump lodged there.
Leaning over, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, bitterness and regret burning deep in my belly. “I am one lucky man, Bunny. I am also over the sand,” I joked, in an attempt to change the direction of my mood and hopefully giving myself a reprieve from my guilt.
Getting to my feet easily, Peyton’s hand still firmly in mine, I leaned over and picked up the towels, tossing them over my shoulder, then pulled the umbrella out of the ground.
“Can you manage to carry this, baby, while I grab the esky?”
“Yep, no worries.” Accepting the umbrella, I let go of her hand just long enough for her to close the sunshade, smiling when she transferred it to her other hand, reaching out for me once again.
I loved her unbridled displays of affection, always wanting to touch me, not caring about people around us when she jumps into my arms or calling me pet names in front of my captain.
“Are we having dinner with all the team tonight?”
“No, just Gabe and Devon. Bastian texted early this morning to say he was heading back to Ballarat early. Wren apparently has a slight cold and baby Decker is taking advantage of his mother’s condition. Grill went back to Addy last night, Kodah and Deke will most likely be cruising for chicks and a fight, and Cole … doing whatever Cole does.”
“Can I ask you something?” Peyton asked as we stumbled our way through the dunes. I really fucking hated sand. The worst part of being in the desert was not dodging bullets or the oppressive heat. Nope. It was the god awful, grainy, annoying as fuck sand. The shit got into everything: clothes, hair, even your food.
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