Captain O'Reilly's Woman - Ashes of Love 1

by Gwen Campbell

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  “Hmm, nice digs,” JT commented as he followed Samantha into David’s trailer. “Bigger than it looks from the outside.” He set her duffle on the floor just inside the door.

  “Samantha?”

  JT turned toward the sound of David’s deep, authoritative voice, coming from inside. He yanked off his cap and stood at attention.

  “Oh. Hello, Private,” David welcomed JT without comment, picked up Samantha’s duffle and set it on one of the sofas. He was holding some papers in his other hand and he folded them over discreetly, hiding whatever was written on them. “Thank you for helping Samantha with her things.”

  “My, my pleasure, sir,” JT stammered then lowered his shoulders deliberately. “And, um, congratulations, sir. She’s a, a good woman.”

  One corner of David’s mouth went up. “I know that, Private,” he replied gently and looked over at Samantha happily.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow at lunch, JT,” Samantha piped up, giving him an excuse to get away. “Second seating...after my duty shift at the clinic in town. And thanks again for helping me.”

  JT bid her, and the captain, good night and left.

  “He’s a good kid,” David commented after Samantha shut the door and locked it. He bent to her and kissed that sweet spot, just behind her ear, that he loved to taste.

  “He’s my best friend,” Samantha managed then sighed happily as she leaned into David’s kiss. “He took the news remarkably well.”

  “Hmm...” David wove his fingers into her hair, pulling out clips and loosening it. “Well I didn’t expect any friend of yours to be foolish enough to let a little thing like us rattle them.” He growled disapprovingly when there was a knock at the door.

  “Mess hall, sir.” A male voice on the other side called out brightly.

  Samantha chuckled, picked up her duffle and carried it down the hall. “Don’t forget to tip him,” she called back over her shoulder, and chuckled again when David growled a second time.

  She took the time to pull her boots out of her duffle and set them in the closet beside the neat line of David’s before coming back. By that time, the cook’s assistant had left and David was setting the table.

  “Braised beef, boiled potatoes and green beans. Cake for dessert,” David pronounced as he set the contents of the box on the table. “Any of those strawberries make it back with us?”

  “Uh huh.” She helped him finish setting the table then, after he’d put the kettle on, took the chair across from her and they started eating.

  “Not bad,” Samantha commented. “But yours is better.” They shared a quiet, warm smile, remembering their time at the cottage, missing it too. When they were finished, Samantha unpacked the strawberries, hulled some of them, washed them and set them out with the cake while David made tea. When dessert was finished, he sighed and pushed his chair back. “I’ve got some work to do. Maybe another half an hour or so. Can you clean up? I’ll show you how the dishwasher works.”

  Within minutes, David had disappeared into his office and Samantha was clearing away the remains of their meal. She tied up the garbage and put it out in the steel animal-proof box at the end of the drive. When she came back, she slid her finger across the coffee table that sat between the two sofas, and made a face when she saw the dust on it.

  When David finally emerged, he found Samantha on tip toe, wiping the last bit of dust off the top of a door frame. He walked up behind her, stroked her ass then folded his arms around her and pulled her back into him. “Thanks,” he murmured into her unbound hair. “Now back to what we were talking about earlier.” He caressed her abdomen then her hips, squeezing them and rolling them back into his body.

  “Ah,” Samantha murmured, tossing the dust cloth onto the floor then reaching up and wrapping her fingers around the back of his neck. “Some promise about underwear and teeth I believe?” She smiled as she watched David’s large fingers undo the buttons on her khaki shirt, then loosen her belt. She gasped when he cupped her mound. His fingers delved between her legs and pressed into her hard.

  “I want to fuck you, Sam. Fuck you hard. Take this sweet little pussy.” He squeezed again, even harder and anchored his free arm around her waist, keeping her upright and pressed tight to him. “My pussy,” he growled possessively and dragged his teeth across the side of her neck. “My Sam.”

  “Yours,” Samantha murmured lustily, not believing how hot she suddenly was for him. When his other hand came up and slid over her breast, squeezing it with a violence that made her knees buckle, she reached back and stroked his hard cock through his khakis. “Mine,” she said. Her voice was just as raspy, just as possessive as his.

  David laughed—a low, dark and quiet sound. “Yes. Yours,” he said, rocking his hips lightly, heightening the sensation of her jerking him off through his pants. He returned the favor, massaging her sex, already feeling the heat and moisture seeping through her clothing. With a soft moan that hardened him even more, Samantha started to rock into his hand. “Yeah, baby,” he breathed. “Show me you like it. My hand, on your cunt.” He looked over her shoulder, mesmerized by the sight of her lush, lace-covered breast, overflowing his hand. His fingers disappeared between her legs and her hips moved like he was already inside her. She squeezed his cock harder and he groaned into her ear. “We keep this up and we’re both going to come with our clothes on.”

  Samantha grinned but continued to move with him, to stroke and arouse him. “That would be nasty, jerking each other off standing in front of the door.”

  “Not as nasty as me ripping these clothes off you and driving my cock so deep in you that you scream,” David taunted hotly then yanked her shirt free of her belt. He unzipped her pants without preamble, shoved his hand into her underwear, drove two fingers into her pussy and plunged them inside her.

  “Ah...David,” Samantha panted. She flattened her hands against the door and held on for dear life as her hips tipped back, letting him sink deeper into her. She gasped as, with a sure, powerful movement, David lifted her and dropped her onto her back on the floor. He jerked his hand out of her and yanked at her boot laces, ripping them and her pants off then throwing them aside. He drove his fingers back into her and watched her face. His eyes were so focused, so hot and needing that Samantha swore her skin sizzled everywhere they touched. She loved the hunger in him, the unharnessed need...loved the fact that he trusted her enough to show this side of himself during their lovemaking. The absolute, powerful, commanding part of him. It was one of so many sides of him but she was definitely hot to be fucked by this one tonight.

  “Sweet pussy,” David grit out. He shoved his fingers into her roughly. With his other hand, he loosened his belt and lowered his pants. His large, very hard and very delicious cock sprang into view. He ran his hand over himself, squeezed the head and moaned with pleasure.

  Samantha shuddered and grabbed hold of her breasts, twisting her nipples through her bra. “Fuck me, David. Stick your cock in me and fuck me with it,” she pleaded.

  He watched her maul her breasts and she saw the lust rise in his eyes...saw his lips pull back from his teeth for just an instant before he yanked his fingers out of her pussy and began licking her wetness from them. “Sweet pussy,” he repeated seductively, his beautiful, pale eyes narrowing as he licked his lips, gleaning the last taste from them before grabbing her beneath her arms. He lifted her with a power that was almost frightening, flattened her back against the door then lowered her onto his cock. His powerful arms held her immobile. David bent his knees then straightened them. Finding the hot center of her, he drove into her.

  Samantha gasped then cried out at the sudden, cruel stretching of her sheath. Only when she was fully impaled on him did he loosen his bruising grip and let her fold her arms around his shoulders. “You’re too big,” she shuddered, and shuddered again as she felt her body adjusting to his size.

  David held himself still, feeling her tight pussy give and accept his brutal invasion. She
let him take her hard and fast, let him satisfy the lust inside both of them. And then he was walking to the sofa where he rested her ass on the back of it and pulled her arms away from him so that he could yank her shirt off. Her fingers were already working the clasp of her pink, lacy bra and he got even more excited watching the firm tops of her breasts move with the shifting of her arms. When her bra was undone, he literally ripped it off her and threw it away. He picked her back up, groaning with satisfaction when she wrapped her arms and legs around him and carried her back to their bedroom.

  Their bedroom. Where his head lay, hers did too. This tiny, loving, lusting woman who twitched in his arms, jerking her body on his cock, fucking him and driving the need in both of them, was his. Tonight wasn’t about getting Samantha pregnant. It was about the love and trust and passion they shared. He’d never really fucked her before but he was about to remedy that. David wanted, more than anything else, to feel her fucking him right back.

  David threw her down onto the bed and she turned on him, snarling. Clawing at him, pushing his shirt back so violently she sent buttons spinning across the floor. She stood up on the mattress, grabbed his head and drove her tongue down his throat. Licking and twining and sucking on him until he yanked his head back just so he could breathe. He trembled when he felt the controlled violence of her teeth, closing over his lower lip almost to the point of pain then sliding away. The tiny serrations abraded his inner lip deliciously. She grabbed his hands and anchored them to her breasts, then jumped down onto the floor and tore at the lacings on his boots. She was a sexual whirlwind he couldn’t predict or keep up with, and he loved her for it. She broke one of his laces before it came loose. Holding himself still, he let her tear at him. He loved how she ripped at him and his clothes like he was food and she was dying for the taste of him.

  Samantha felt crazy. Crazy hot to feel him inside her again. She wanted his cock, his body, every inch of him straining and panting and sweating, all for her. She wanted to scream and howl and hear David howl as he came inside her. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. So wet and swollen and needing and she groaned with pleasure when David, finally naked, lifted her and tossed her back on the bed. He rolled her onto her belly, lifted her ass, pulled her up onto her hands and knees and drove himself into her.

  Crying out from the force of his entry, Samantha felt herself being shoved forward into the mattress. Her breasts flattened then David grabbed her waist, lifted her back up like her weight was nothing and began to fuck her rhythmically. There was no sweet tease, no tender sweep of his hand calming her writhing body. There was only the hard, primal sinking of cock into pussy. His hands were on her hips now, yanking her back into him, watching his cock sink into her, forcing himself deep. He was deeper than he’d ever been before. Then, oh sweetness, the press of his thumb against her anus. She shuddered and squirmed as he breached her virgin passage and began driving his thumb into her in counterpoint to his strokes.

  David groaned as he watched his digit sink into Samantha’s ass. He’d always wanted to do this to her. Wanted to know if she’d like it as much as he knew he would, and let her body accept the foreign penetration so it heightened her excitement. He’d always wanted to fuck her ass, to sink his cock into her hot, tight rear. But not tonight. No, tonight was for fucking. Hot. Uncomplicated. There would be time later to breach her there. A lifetime. And for now, his thumb moving in her sweet, virgin ass was more stimulation that he needed. And for her as well, judging from her harsh cries and the way she lifted herself to him. She let him take her deep and hard. Rotating her hips lightly, she changing the angle of penetration and moaning as her passion rose.

  David slid his hand away from her waist and shoved his fingers between her spread legs. Finding her clit, he rubbed it in tight, hypnotic circles. He grinned with pure, animal satisfaction when she drove her hips back at him, fucking him harder than he was fucking her. Bucking and trembling, her lithe body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Then she cried out—a low, shocking moan that rocked him as she tensed and bore down on him with a strength he hadn’t known she possessed. His fingers were rubbing her clit so fast his biceps started to burn. He cried out with her when he felt the first, shattering pulse of her orgasm. Her tight passage squeezed him so tight it was hard to keep moving inside her.

  But he did, pumping her furiously now, riding the crest of her arousal. Yanking his thumb from her ass, he grabbed her hips so he could pull her body back into his. Over and over he filled her until she screamed and lurched and collapsed onto her chest. David pounded his cock into her prone, trembling body until both of them were covered in sweat. It ran down their bodies and pooled between them. He cried out, his shout drowning Samantha’s as he came, almost without warning. His balls were so hard and tight they ached. His seed shoot out of him, bathed her womb and filled her core until it oozed out between them. Consuming pulses of ecstasy drove him. Holding his cock deep inside her, he kept it there until he was spent before rolling his hips against her. He rubbed the swollen, open folds of her pussy with his body. Her heat and wetness was so tight and welcoming and his.

  As his strength began to fail, David drifted down onto Samantha’s back. His body covered hers and he clung to her desperately, never wanting to leave her. Never wanting this joining of their bodies to end.

  But when she whimpered softly, he rolled away from her and dropped down on his back beside her. Breathing hard, Samantha flipped down next to him.

  “Ohmygawd that was great,” she practically howled. “And that thing...you did to my ass...”

  “Did you like it?” David grinned, forcing himself up onto one elbow and lifting heavy, damp strands of Samantha’s hair away from her face.

  “Liked it?” she shouted. “Loved it.” Then she started to laugh and rock back and forth.

  “Shh,” David cautioned then laughed along with her. “Keep it down or the MPs will show up.”

  “Please promise me you’ll do it again,” she whispered hoarsely. “Phew. It was worth coming back just for that. We should leave the cottage more often if the sex is going to be this great. Now come here and hold me before I go insane.”

  Smiling at the mercurial changes in her, David lay on Samantha’s damp, cooling body and she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling into his warmth. She kissed his shoulder then her head dropped back and she sighed as her entire body started to relax. A quiet, satisfied and utterly feminine smile spread across her face.

  He watched her, enthralled by her response—by her and he kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter.

  Eventually, he felt Samantha’s excitement ramp back and she lay beneath him quietly, caressing his sweaty back then holding him gently. When he finally did roll off her, she kissed him. It was a long, poignant meeting of mouths, full of quiet pleasure—with him and the things he’d done to her. Then she rose off the bed gracefully and, naked, padded out into the living room.

  David followed her. Together, they picked up their discarded clothing, switched off the lights and walked back to the bedroom. She tossed their clothing into a hamper in the bottom of his closet then stepped into the bathroom, beckoning him to follow by cocking a finger at him.

  She turned on the shower, tied her hair up haphazardly and stepped inside. Again, David followed. She washed them quickly, doing little more than rinsing the sweat and spent seed off their bodies before turning off the water, grabbing a towel and rubbing it briskly across his back. David sighed with pleasure as her small, efficient hands worked his muscles through the thick barrier of terrycloth. His back first then the rest of him. Every inch of him tingled with pleasure when she was done. Then, feeling purely self-indulgent, he leaned against the countertop and watched with a voyeur’s delight as she smoothed the towel across her body.

  Samantha let him watch. Worrying her lower lip as she cupped her breasts through the towel then rubbed it across them slowly. Letting one corner dip, she revealed her swollen, berry-bright nipple as she stroked
her abdomen. Turning away, she showed him her pert ass then bent forward seductively to towel her legs. She lifted one and rested her foot on the closed toilet lid so she could caress the inside of her thigh, higher and higher until he groaned and threw his head back from the sheer delight of it. His cock started to harden again when she slid a corner of the towel across her mound then between her legs. She rubbed herself slowly for his benefit.

  “What time do you have to get up in the morning?” he growled.

  “O-five hundred,” Samantha answered.

  “You keep doing that and I can guarantee you won’t get enough sleep tonight.” He glanced down at his cock pointedly.

  Samantha looked at his nakedness with unfeigned lust then pouted prettily. “Tomorrow night,” she purred. “Promise me you’ll stick that in me tomorrow night.” She hung the towel up to dry then closed the distance between them, stopping when her soft, warm breasts nuzzled his chest. “Maybe even stick it in my ass.”

  David groaned then hugged her tight. “Oh and I’m supposed to get to sleep after you say that? Hmm?” he groused then bent to her and kissed the base of her ear. He switched off the light and led her back to bed. David sat down on the edge of the mattress so he could adjust the alarm for her. “We’ll need to get two of these. Or one with two settings,” David said, more to himself than her before he stood and pulled back the sheets. He realized she’d put fresh linens on the bed.

  He hadn’t changed the sheets before going on leave with her. He hadn’t wanted to hope for so much. Hadn’t dared to think that far ahead. But he could now, as far as forever and he lay down on his back and held out his arm for her. With a smile lifting the corners of her lush mouth, Samantha turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside him. Nestling her naked body against his, she lay her head on his arm. His arms held her to him.