by Pandora Snow
Holy fuck.
"You're going to feel it, baby, I promise you," I growl, rocking her thighs across my stiffening erection. My mouth devours her confession, determined to be the only one who can make her come.
"Is that all you've got?" she smiles, bold hands lifting my t-shirt over my head. Her mischievous eyes are drawing me under her spell with each passing moment. She begins tantalizing me with her supple breasts, hard nipples running along my lips. I'm high on her sensual confidence.
"What else do you want, baby?" I purr, parting our lips and removing her cotton blouse.
She lurches forward as I release her silky bra's front clasp, my hot tongue flicking across her nipple before sucking her peak inside. A sexy glistening of sweat is beginning to cover her skin, my hands fiercely clenching back to her hips to slow down her rhythm.
"Hmm," she hums, "I like that."
Her brazen fingers unfasten the button and zipper of her trousers. I wish I had another set of hands to touch her everywhere at once. The continued swelling of her breasts and nipples keeps my left hand on her bosom and my right hand on her hip. She's holding me hostage, for the moment.
I watch helplessly as she slides her fingers delicately inside her panties. She blazes into my eyes in challenge, synchronizing my nipples' laps with the pace of her self pleasuring. I'm one motion away from putting her in her place.
"Maybe we should abort this mission, soldier," she says, withdrawing her fingers and brushing them along my parted lips, touching her own stiff peak.
"Fuck!" I shout, standing both of us up and sliding down her panties and trousers. She kicks them to the side and makes quick work of my jeans and boxers, her eyes begging for one last intoxicating instruction.
"I've had enough of your teasing and backtalk, Michelle. Soldiers always get the job done. Put your hands on the back of the couch." She complies instantly, holding her breath.
"Now, bend over."
My voice is vibrating across her heated body, an involuntary convulsion rocking through her as I guide my cock into position.
"Apologize to me for doubting my intentions. If I deem your words sincere, I'll fuck you."
"Everett!" she cries, my index and middle fingers, finding her swollen folds hot and slick. A torturous pattern begins, my right hand fingers squeezing and pulling her nipples as my fingers spread her in preparation. I'm becoming delirious with the scent of sexy sweet woman, slowing my fingers right before she reaches climax.
"I'm sorry, Everett," she breathes in a barely audible groan. "Please, have mercy."
My slick fingers spread her buttocks, and my pulsating cock begins slowly caressing against her. My fisting hands are now firmly positioned on her hips to prevent her from varying my pace. I slide past her entrance as she attempts to lurch back. As I'm pressing onto her clitoris precum releases, triggering me to drive inside with an uncontrollable thrust.
She gasps loudly, inciting a punishing pace of desperate strokes. My head is thrown back as I grimace in sublime pain from my hardened erection. Her constricting clenches light the final inevitable fuse.
"Come," I command, her extraordinary body bursting into climax, taking me euphorically with her. Tears are rolling down her flushed cheeks as I lift her body against my chest, both of us trembling through the aftershocks.
"Oh God, baby, did I hurt you?"
She pulls my head downward and tilts her head back until our lips are locked. Raw emotions shatter through the air, both of us experiencing a dopamine rush so intense we'll never part.
"No," she whispers as I turn her to facing and lift her off her feet.
I walk her to the bed and throw back the covers. She's drunk on sex, the best sex of our lives. I take a mental picture of her heart-stopping glow before retrieving a warm washcloth to clean her lax body. I slide underneath the crisp cotton sheets, pulling her into the curve of my chest.
Her gentle replete fingers brush across my lips as we gaze at the faces of complete eternal surrender.
"I love you, Michelle," I whisper, receiving a cherishing sweet kiss in reward. "I'll take care of you every night until forever, if you'll have me."
Her breathtaking smile confirms her consent, an unspoken yes to an unasked question. I'll save that moment for another magical evening.
"I love you too, soldier," she laughs, tracing her fingers along my eyes and eyebrows.
"What's so funny, Maam," I question in an indignant tone.
"Promise you won't get mad?" she speaks, reawakening my satiated mind.
"Your Dad told me to marry you, the very first day I came over. He said you needed a wife, and I was your perfect match."
"Why would I be mad about that?" I chuckle, feeling my entire life coming full circle.
"Because, I said yes to him first, as a joke."
"Oh, really," I reply sarcastically, rolling her onto her back and engulfing her with my large frame.
"Someone needs to be taught another lesson. You only get to say yes to one man, Miss Michelle Cummings, and that man is me."
The remainder of the night is spent in sacred union with my future bride, giving her the unconditional love she's so selflessly given me. I send a silent prayer to Drake, wishing for him the same authentic devotion I've found with my forever girl.
CHAPTER TEN
"You've cut me deep, Matthis. Why didn't you tell me about Snake?" We're gathered at my house for Dad's fiftieth birthday, celebrating family and friends.
"Everything happened so fast there simply wasn't time. I'm sure you'll hear from him soon." He pulls Christine into a sweet embrace, receiving a hot kiss as a reward.
"How's Drake?" Cyrus asks, his eyes following a pair of swiveling hips into the kitchen.
"He's well, back on track." My own set of curvaceous buttocks is swinging my direction, waving me to the table.
"Let the taste test begin," she smiles, Dad and his buddies being served two plates of seemingly identical food.
"I give them ten seconds before they choose mine," I cockily say, stealing a kiss from Michelle.
"I love you like a son, Everett, but you'll be dismissed from this house if you ever serve this slop again." Dad's buddies wholeheartedly agree as they burst into laughter.
Michelle's macaroni hot dish has won the admiration of everyone at the party, especially me.
"I concede this victory to you, beautiful," I smile, enjoying seeing Dad eat a hearty meal.
"Let me try that," Cyrus says. "I've eaten worse on base." He feigns choking and coughing as Matthis pats him on the back in a friendly attempt to add to the ongoing joke.
"With friends like you," I start to say before Michelle sticks a fork full of hot meat and pasta in my mouth.
"Hmm, I could eat this all day long," I smirk, lacing my voice with innuendo. She blushes pink and wraps her arms around my waist.
"Thanks for coming over, I love you guys like brothers. Maybe we'll all be together at Ian's wedding."
Cyrus' gorgeous girl passes around a handful of beers before taking her place at his side. I like her already.
"To Dad's birthday, friendship, and everlasting love," I toast with a tear in my eye. We clink bottles, continuing the tradition.
"I have a present waiting for you at my apartment," Michelle whispers hotly in my ear.
"Goodnight," I say to the crowd, sweeping her off her feet before setting her down near the back door.
She swats me lightly on the shoulder before returning to check on Dad. I'm blessed beyond measure to be her boyfriend and agreed upon future. I've been meticulously planning to officially earn the title of fiancé. She'll never see my proposal coming.
THREE MONTHS LATER
"Your Dad's talking to an older lady at the table, maybe we should set them up on a date," Michelle smiles, stroking my shoulders as the slow classical music serenades the crowd.
"He's enough trouble to keep track of as it is, staying out late with his war buddies," I laugh, grateful to have this compassionate woman in
my arms.
My Dad has come alive since recovering from his stroke. Michelle's encouragement has brought Dad out of his shell, and brought me the happiest months of my life.
Work is still insanely busy, but it's more fun having Drake in the lab. He's taken a significant workload off my shoulders and has been sober since starting A.A.
"A toast to the happy couple!" Matthis says, another tray of beers passed around.
"May your heart be light and happy. May your smile be big and wide. And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside."
"Cheers!" everyone chimes.
Michelle takes a sip of beer and lays her head against my chest, relishing the camaraderie and love among friends.
"I can't wait for our happily ever after," she says, smiling her impossibly beautiful emerald eyes at me."
"Be careful what you wish for," I say softly across her inviting lips.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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