by Miley Maine
After I’d worked all the tension from her shoulders, I washed my own hair and body. Then I pulled her close. My cock rubbed against her hip and she moaned.
“I need to fuck this pussy again,” I said.
“Right. Now that I’m your real girlfriend, and not just your fake one,” she said.
“Yes. You’re right. I’m so close.” I took my cock in hand and squeezed. “Seeing you naked in the shower like this has me so turned on, that I won’t be able to hold off once I’m inside your body. I need you to jerk me off first.”
“In the shower?” she asked.
“Yes.”
I took her hand and flipped it over, palm up. I poured a little shampoo into her palm. “That’s perfect. Now put your hands around my cock, and I’m going to fuck your fist.”
She rubbed her hands together, coating them in the slippery shampoo, and did just as I said, wrapping both hands around my cock. Her tiny hands didn’t cover all of it, but it was close. I braced my hands on the wall of the shower, and began to thrust.
Her pert breasts moved with my thrusts, and her nipples tightened, while her chest flushed to a nice nosy color. “I’m going to fuck you everyday when we’re dating,” I said.
She made a twisting motion with her hands that sent sparks jolting through my head.
“Is that so?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s exactly so. I put my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes went half closed. Her hips began to shift, seeking friction that wasn’t there. I bet her pussy was soaking wet. I’d find out soon enough. “When you wake up in the morning, I’ll turn you over on your stomach, and I’ll spread your legs apart. And then I’ll push my cock inside. Then I’ll come inside your body, and you’ll remember it all day, while you work.
She moaned, arching her back to show off those perfect round breasts and I pulled at her nipples. Her hips were moving now, ready to be fucked. She wouldn’t have to wait long.
Having her hands on me, feeling the slide of skin on my cock without a condom was amazing. “I’m about to come,” I told her. “Speed up a little.” She picked up the pace and I pressed my hands flat against the shower wall and let go, erupting all over her hands. I leaned my forehead against the shower tile for a minute to catch my breath.
I straightened up. “Get rinsed off, because I’m about to carry you out of here and fuck you good,” I said. “And I’m going to be able to last a long time, enjoying your body, because you just got me off.” I pressed a hard kiss to her mouth and stepped out of the shower.
By the time I grabbed a towel and dried off, and then got a fresh one for Loren, my cock was already filling again. It wanted her, and it wanted her now.
I opened the shower door again to see her standing there, cheeks flushed, breaths coming fast, with a dazed look on her face. She liked getting fucked, and she didn’t try to hide it.
Tugging her into my arms, I wrung out her hair one more time, and wrapped it up in a hand towel as well as I could. Then I dried her body from top to bottom, pressing kisses against her every part that I dried.
I ran the towel over her hair one more time and then picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to the bed. “It’s not fancy like the hotel bed, but it’ll work.”
She sprawled out on the bed, stretching her limbs out in a languid way. I pressed her legs apart, leaning in to lick over her pussy. I was right. She was already soaking wet. “I like it that you get turned on,” I said.
She lifted her hips. “I’m so turned on. I’m ready,” she said.
“Patience,” I said. “We’ll get there.”
“Easy for you to say. You already had your turn.”
I laughed. “You’re right about that. I did have my turn, mostly so I could make sure you get to have a good time.” I pushed my finger into her soaking wet pussy, licking over her clit in a circle. She tasted amazing as always, and I licked over her pussy, tonguing at her inner folds as I worked my finger back and forth over her g-spot.
She moaned, shifting her hips around until I reached up and held them still. “Straighten your legs out,” I said. And she did, letting her legs go flat on the bed into a V shape. I’d read that this angle could change the sensation for a woman, so I wanted to see if it was true for Loren. Now that she was lying differently, I pushed my finger back inside her pussy. “How does that feel?” I asked.
“Different,” she said.
“In a good way?” I asked.
“Yes. It feels tighter.”
I added a second finger, and I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit, while I curled my fingers against her g-spot. “Keep your legs flat,” I said, gently pressing down on her thighs with one hand.
“I’m close,” she said. “It’s almost like I can feel more sensation like this. More nerve endings. It’s more extreme.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I sucked on her clit, and thrust my fingers in and out as she got wetter and wetter. “Come now,” I said.
She screamed, and her pussy began to pulse. I stopped moving my fingers and held them in place, letting her writhe, fucking herself on my fingers as her climax rolled through every part of her body.
Her head lolled to the side, but she fixed me with her gaze. “That was good,” she said. “Powerful.”
I carefully removed my fingers, and I pulled a condom from my bedside table and rolled it on. . “That’s exactly what I want to hear.” I held out my hands for her, and she let me pull her up.
“I want you standing up,” I said. “Bent over in front of the dresser.”
“That’s new.”
“I told you we were going to go through different positions,” I said. “I meant that.”
She threw a saucy glance over her shoulder. “Well lead the way.”
I did just that, walking her over to the dressed in the corner. I put her hands flat on the smooth wooden top, and had her step back, which pushed her ass out, putting her bottom on display for me. “I should make you stand here, showing off for me.”
She wiggled her backside. “I’d do it, if it turns you on.”
I pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of her bottom. “Oh, it does more than turn me on. It makes me crazy.” I pressed a kiss to the other cheek. “Crazy for you.”
I lined myself up behind her, and rubbed my cock over the entrance to her pussy. She was so wet that the glide back and forth was completely smooth. I pressed the tip in, just a little. Her pussy contracted, squeezing my cock as it pressed inside.
I’d just come, but my cock was as hard as a rock. I pushed in and began to fuck her. Her body was the perfect height for me to squeeze her breasts, and the mirror in front of us gave me the perfect view of her delicate face and her round breasts.
“You like the mirror,” she said.
“Oh yeah. I’d like to see every part of you shown off in a mirror while I fuck you.”
In response, she pressed her ass back, meeting my thrusts.
“Oh,” she moaned, as she rocked her hips back, sliding her pussy back and forth on my cock.
I let go of her breasts and put my hands on her hips, guiding her body back and forth on my cock. “Now it’s your turn. Put your hands on your breasts.”
She didn’t hesitate, but lifted her hands, putting them up to her chest and cupping her breasts.
“Now look at you.” I exhaled. “You were made to be fucked. You feel so good.”
“You feel good too,” she said. “Your cock is so big, and so hard. I can feel every inch from this angle.”
“Good. That was my goal.” I picked up the pace, rolling my hips with her sweet spot in mind, thrusting up when she moaned, and keeping an eye on the mirror where she continued to rub her own breasts.
I put one hand between her legs and rubbed quick circles over her clit, keeping the same rhythm as my thrusts. Her pussy began to contract right away -- I felt her impending orgasm building up, until it reached the high point and then
broke, crashing over her in waves.
I followed right after her, releasing my pleasure into her body. I hugged her from behind. “I love you,” I said. “You make me so happy.”
She tilted her head back so it rested on my shoulder while I was still inside her. “I love you too,” She said. “You are hands down the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Chapter Thirty
Loren
Exactly three months after we got back from our Alaskan adventure, I stood on the front porch of the house I’d just bought.
My new house was exactly what I wanted. It was in a middle-class suburban neighborhood, and I’d chosen it myself, and decorated it myself too. The exterior was white brick, and I’d used a modern-rustic style for all the decor.
I hadn’t exactly purchased it all by myself, because I hadn’t made enough money as a photographer just yet, but I was getting there.
At first, when I moved out of my parents’ house I wanted to only spend the money I’d earned. I’d finally just accepted the fact that if I was going to buy a house with enough room for a studio and all of my camera equipment, then I’d be using some of my trust fund money.
My father didn’t refer to it as “his” money. He’d given fifty million dollars to me freely, and didn’t have access to the account. But I didn’t want to end up deranged and obsessed with money, especially after what happened with Douglas and my cousin. And even though I’d never suffered any financial hardships, and probably never would, I wanted to have even a tiny bit of awareness about how the world worked.
And all the things Douglas told me about the charity he’d donate to for the arts was bullshit, because he didn’t have a dime of his own, but it made me want to start a charity for kids who were interested in the arts, but didn’t have access to cameras or paints or dance lessons. I figured I could get it going with my own money, and then donate a portion of my proceeds to the cause for as long as I worked.
My friends were having a housewarming party for me later that evening, so I ran around, making sure everything was clean. I’d had to give myself a crash course in cleaning too. I’d grown up with a housekeeper that came everyday, so I didn’t even know the basics, which Jackson thought was hilarious.
Speaking of Jackson, he was due home in about ten minutes. I checked my watch, but he hadn’t texted to say he’d left the airport yet. After we got back from Alaska, we dated for a solid month, and then he’d been deployed to Egypt for two months. He’d been able to text most days, and call every week, so we’d stayed in touch.
I could not wait to see him. I’d been through deployments with family members, including my cousin that I’d lost to war. So getting adjusted to him being gone, and putting himself in harm’s way, was something that took some getting used to.
Just as I was checking my watch again, his SUV pulled into the driveway. I was already down the steps by the time he opened the door. “Jackson!” He opened his arms, and I ran straight into them. He picked me up, and spun me around.
He still had his fatigues on, which meant he hadn’t stopped by the base to change. He put me down and I stepped back to look at him. His tan was darker, and he had a cut on his forehead which was mostly healed. “Are you okay?” I asked, tracing my fingers over his jaw.
“I’m great.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Glad to be here.” He grabbed his bag from the car. “I want to see your house, but better shower before your friends get here.”
Normally I’d have hopped into the shower with him, just to see him naked after such a long dry spell, but I’d just gotten ready for the housewarming party, and I didn’t have time to do my hair and makeup again. I followed him in the bathroom, not wanting to be away from him. He couldn’t tell me much about his work, but he did tell me about his teammates, who I’d gotten to meet the first few weeks we dated.
Once he was out of the shower, he pulled on a tailored pair of sexy jeans, and a maroon polo shirt that looked great with his black hair. With his hair still damp, he took my hand. “So show me the house.”
He’d only seen the outside before he left, and I’d texted him pictures all the time. I gave him the full tour, and I think he paid attention, but he stopped every now and then to kiss me. He also pointed out the four-poster bed in the bedroom.
“Yep,” I said. “I took it seriously when you mentioned tying me up.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “That sounds perfect. But don’t say another word about it, or I won’t be able to attend the party.”
“Maybe I should cancel the party.” I kissed him again. “Tell everyone not to come.”
“Mmm. They’d want to know why you were canceling,” he said.
I pulled back and ran my hands over his perfect chest. “I think the reasons would be pretty obvious.”
“Don’t cancel,” he said. “I’ll still be here after the party.”
“Good. How long do you have off this time?” I was desperately hoping for at least a month.
“At least three weeks,” he said.
“That's better than a few days,” I said.
I’d gotten used to him being gone, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever really be like it. But that was okay. He was dedicated to his career, and to his duty, and I respected that. I just hoped it never took him away from me permanently.
As we finished the tour, we walked back inside. “I don’t think I ever really got to see the front porch,” he said.
We headed back, and as I stepped on the porch, which was one of my favorite features of the house, and I noticed quite a few of my friends were already here, but they were still sitting in their parked cars.
“That’s odd that they’re here early,” I said. “My friends are never early.”
Jackson grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me to face him. “Loren Alexandra Stevens. The last three months have been the happiest ones of my life.”
Oh my God. Was this really happening? Was Jackson about to propose? A squeal left my mouth, and both of my hands came up to my face.
I heard scuffling nosies, and glanced out to the street, where five of my friends were lined up on the sidewalk, snapping photos.
Then Jackson went down on one knee, and pulled a ring box out of his pocket. “From the moment I first saw you in that airport security line, I knew you were someone special. And you haven’t stopped surprising me. Every single day, I look forward to talking to you, whether I’m here in the States, or overseas,” he said. “Will you marry me, and be my wife?”
“Yes!” I yelled. “I will!” I’d had no idea this was coming. If anyone had asked me, I’d have said we were waiting until we’d known each other longer. But really, in my heart, I knew who Jackson was. He was brave, and strong, and honest, and he was ethical. And he loved me, and I loved him, and that’s what was important.
Plus we’d survived several major crimes in our first week of knowing each other. We’d made it through an attempted robbery, a kidnapping and almost-ransom attempt, and the grand prize, we’d lived through my cousin’s husband trying to kill us while taking millions of my dollars.
But that jerk was locked in prison. And unfortunately it was a white collar prison, instead of maximum security, because of his family connections. But thanks to the weapons, and the kidnapping, and the drugging, he’d gotten twenty years with no parole.
He pulled the ring from the box, and I held out my left hand. He slid the ring onto my finger. The fit was perfect. “I know this ring,” I said. It was an antique ruby, cut into an oval, with diamonds set around the oval.
“It was your grandmother’s. She wanted you to have it.”
“You talked to my family?” I asked. I knew what my family was like. Jackson liked my grandmother, but she was just as intense as my mother was. I knew he was tough, but it was really impressive that he approached my grandmother for suggestions. And I would much rather have a ring that meant something.
“All of them,” he said. “I started with your father.”
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p; I rushed forward and landed on my knees in front of him. “I can’t believe you. I had no idea!”
He hugged me tight. “None at all?”
I held my hand up to admire the ring. “None!”
He stood up, taking me with him. Then he sat her on her feet on the porch. “We still have an audience. Wave.”
Still giddy, I turned and waved at all of my friends, who were still taking photos. Then I held up my left hand to show off my ring.
My best friend screamed out, “She said yes!”
Then all of the guests started streaming up the front walk to my house, hugging us and shouting their well wishes at us. I stood on my tiptoes to whisper in Jackson’s ear. “I had no idea you were so romantic.”
“I’m not,” he said. “I asked you friends, and they said you’d want a photo of your engagement, so after that, this all came together.”
“Well, asking my friends is romantic in my book.”
“Well, don’t tell anyone. Army Rangers aren’t supposed to be romantic.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said.
We managed to make it through the party, and it was really fun to watch it turn from a housewarming party into an engagement party. My family all showed up too, and most of them were complimentary of my house, even though it boggled their minds that I’d choose to deliberately not live in a mansion, but to make my home in a regular, everyday brick house in suburban Georgia.
Marie even showed up. “Your house is really nice,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m glad you came.”
And I was glad she came. The last year had been rough for her, thanks to the media storm that swirled for months after Douglas’s arrest.
I also felt a little bad, because the ring I was wearing on my left hand had belonged to the woman who was Marie’s grandmother too. But our grandmother hadn’t offered Marie the ring when she married Douglas. Or maybe he hadn’t asked. There was no way I’d be asking now.
