by Amber Burns
“I would very much like to take advantage of this.” Even though I was hard, I knew probably last long enough for anything respectable, “But I don’t want to be a disappointment.”
She had was on my neck and working over the lines of the tattoo that took up my chest, a eagle with its wings spread and a M16 bared in it’s claws in the traditional style. There was something about her feather like touch that had goosebumps breaking out everywhere.
“How would you be a disappointment?”
“I’d probably get a few good thrusts in before the I’d lose it and leave you hanging,” I had to be honest. “My boy is interested, don’t get me wrong. But, he’s not dedicated with how the weather is.” I had an idea then and I reached down to grip her ass, “Wait… what did I say I was going to do the last time I was here?”
“What?” she looked intrigued.
“Take of your panties,’ I growled at her.
I wanted her, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to perform like I wanted. So, there was that alternative.
“Why?” blush colored her face and she looked excited.
“I said I wanted to spread you out and lick that sweet little pussy until you were screaming my name. I can’t spread you out, I need to stay laying down. But you can sit on my face,” I said shifting until I lay flat. “And I can still lick you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Sit on your face?” she asked, suddenly embarrassed.
I nodded and didn’t give her the opportunity to argue with me. I tugged her so that she was leaning against my chest, “Ain’t gonna hurt me a bit. C’mon. You’ll feel good I promise.”
I wanted this now, I wanted to know how she tasted. I got looks from her before she slipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Then she straddled my chest.
“How do I do this?”
I felt the dampness of her curls on my chest and I couldn’t help but groan, I wanted her wrapped around me. My dick throbbed in agreement, but I knew he was a filthy liar.
“Like your sitting on me now,” I explained, “But with your legs on either side of my face.”
Her brows drew together and she shifted until she hovered over my face. I got a good look at her outer lips and the small tuft of hair just above it. I licked my lips and wrapped my arms around her thighs, I didn’t give her the chance to protest or adjust, I just dove in with my lips and tongue like a starved man. I heard a startled gasp and I felt the bed shaking, she grabbed the headboard. I pressed my tongue between her lips and tickled it along her slick opening. She was as responsive as I remembered her to be, she bucked against my face as soon as I started tonguing her clit. That was reason enough to attack the button, I lashed with my tongue then latching my mouth around it. As soon as I start suckling on her I feel the trembling begin.
Was she that worked up just from kissing me? Maybe it was the talk or the prospect of sex.
If she wants me that much I better give her something. I release one thigh and found a way to ease a finger into her dampness. She moaned, her hips rolling against my mouth and her muscles clenching around my finger. I release her clit for a breath.
“You taste so good, I could eat you all day.” I worked another finger into her, curling the fingers as I thrust them into her. “I can’t wait to feel this around my dick.”
I latched back onto her again, hearing a whine as I seemed to be driving her closer. It was a whole lot quicker than the last time we were together like this. This time there’s a whole lot less clothing involved. One of her hands dig into my hair and I hear a short string of, ‘don’t stop’ coming from her like a prayer. I press my fingers against the upper wall inside her, swirling her clit as I suck in hard. She cried out, it started out like a shriek and ended as a drawn out moan, before she clenched around my fingers hard enough to hurt. I looked up to see her face, her eyes were closed and her brows drawn up. Her mouth was opened as if she was caught off guard, her lips forming a small ‘oh.’ Probably the sexiest expression I’d seen her have.
I eased my fingers from her and gave her tentative licks while I watched her face. Her flavor matched her scent, musky with a slight salty tang. It wasn’t something I minded having on my tongue, I was going to clean every bit of dampness from her but she began to twitch and carefully eased her way off my face. She melted onto the bed beside me, panting lightly as she seemed to come down from the euphoric high I had put her on.
“That was fantastic,” I heard her say.
“I am happy to please,” I assured her as I rolled on my side to face her though her head was down by my thighs. “So, since you called in what do you intend to do with your day? Just stay in bed?”
“We could take a shower, brush our teeth and all that,” she raised an eyebrow at me. “If you’re achy we could watch a movie or something.”
“Could take me back to my place,” I offered.
I found it hard not to touch her; I stroked my hand up her thigh and cupped her bare ass. Damn the rain. All that was between me and her was a pair of day old boxer shorts.
“Are you saying you don’t want to stay the night again?”
“Nope, unless you like the idea of me hanging out around here naked though I’ll need some clean clothes,” I pointed out, kissing her knee.
She seemed to catch a better look at me because she sat up and started dragging her fingers through my beard.
“You’re a mess,” that blush came back and I gathered what had her embarrassed. “Let’s get a shower and get cleaned up and then we’ll go get you some clean clothes.”
She helped me out of bed, the stiffness wasn’t just in my pants.
“You going to take a shower with me?”
“I was thinking I would do that,” she directed me into the shower and I had the pleasure of finally seeing her naked.
I had felt her breasts in my hands, I had my mouth latched onto them about a week ago. But, touching and tasting was totally different from seeing. I wanted to bury my face between them as I thrust into her. I was cursing myself because I wouldn’t be able to do that, at least not today. She turned on the hot turned me into the spray so my hair and beard was wet.
“It bother you that you had my beard all soaked?” I asked as she picked up her shampoo and started to lather up my hair.
I stooped to offer her a better angle. Her fingers tangling in my hair and massaging my scalp was enough to make me want to throw all my cares about embarrassing myself with a poor performance down the drain. Her hands drifted down and she went about shampooing my damn beard.
“It didn’t,“ she assured me. “I just never had someone do that to me. I didn’t expect to see so much… umm… me… left on your face.”
“Means I did a good job,” I smirked at her.
We traded places so she could rinse me. Liking the idea of cleaning each other, I picked up her shampoo and started lathering up her hair. I didn’t get too far, she slipped down to her knees and caught a hold of my erection. I had been sporting it for a short while now, something that frequented happened around her. It hadn’t gotten painful, yet, but with the way she started stroking me with a surety that surprised me.
“What’re you doing there?”
“Showing you my appreciation,” she said before closing her lips around the tip of my cock.
She was giving me the vision I had when I first saw her, her sweet lips wrapped around me. I kept my hands tangled in her hair as she swallowed me.
“You don’t have to,” I swore, but I made no move to stop her.
Her hand kept working me as she bobbed her head along the length of me. She didn’t release me to argue with me, just kept up the work until my hips were thrusting forward of their own accord.
“God, that feels so good.”
I tilted my head back into the spray as she brought me closer and closer. I wanted to hold out, feel the deliciousness of her mouth for as long as I could but there was a tightening in my balls and a throb in my dick that was quickly becoming too m
uch. I wavered and I pressed a hand to the tiled wall, groaning build up was becoming too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” I managed to choke out.
She didn’t stop as if I hadn’t warned her at all. If anything she seemed to increase her efforts, her free hand came to cup and massage my balls.
“God,” I don’t know if it was a plea or a curse what she was doing to me felt so good.
I halted her movements with the one hand I still had in her hair and I gave a hard thrust forward before I exploded. I saw stars, my vision blacking out and flashes of white to lit up. The groan that was torn through me echoed through the room and it was all I could do to remain standing.
“God,” I repeated as sense started to return to me. “Definitely, definitely saving up to put a ring on it.”
She stood up, between the wall and me. “Put a ring on it?”
“Yep.” When I was sure I wasn’t going to fall I tugged her under the spray before it got too cold so I could rinse her hair. “I keep saying you’re stuck with me, I gotta make it official.”
“Don’t you think you’re thinking things like that too soon?” She squirmed.
“Naw,” I assured her. “It’s gonna take me awhile to get a ring to put on it. I think that’s enough time to win you over to the idea,” I declared, still drunk on the orgasm she gave me.
“Lucky for you,” she started as she wrapped her arms around me. “You’re cute and I might actually be susceptible to the idea.”
“Hope,” I reached behind me to shut off the shower. “I like the idea of having that. C’mon before we get too pruney. If your offer to stay the night is still on the table I’m going to take you up on it.”
I led the the way out of the bathroom and reached for the towels we had used the night before.
“Is that,” her voice cracked a little. “Is that from when you were in Iraq?”
I looked back at her then glanced down, my left side was a mess of scar tissue. It looked like melted skin, it was hard to discern any muscle beneath the skin. I looked at her, afraid of what I might see. I didn’t want to face disgust.
“Yea,” I swallowed, waiting for any verdict that might smash all this back to reality. “Not a pretty sight, sorry.”
She shook her head, taking a towel from me. “It doesn’t look pretty. But it’s you and it’s not going to keep me from wanting you.”
“This,” I wrapped the towel around my waist. “Is why I want to put a ring on it.” I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. “You worry about me breaking your heart? Do me a favor and promise to not break mine, okay?”
“I promise,” she smiled at me.
9
Madi called in sick on Friday, too. I directed her to my sorry excuse for an apartment and watched carefully as I unlocked the door to let her in. While her house might be small it fit Madi to a T. My apartment didn’t look a bit like me. It looked similar to barracks that I stayed in while serving, only slightly bigger and without a roommate. I left her to explore as I packed a bag. I made sure I had an extra battery and all my meds. While in the bathroom I came across an old box of condoms, a looked at one just to see if they were still any good.
Expired. Fuck me.
“What are you doing?” She stood in the doorway, when I looked back at her I saw something else held her attention.
I followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at the shadowbox my mother had made for me when I was going through physical therapy. It had all my ribbons and medals with a picture of me in my dress uniform and in my fatigues.
“Is that you?” She came into the room and went right to it, looking at it intently.
“Yep,” I finished packing up my bag and looked at her. “What, you don’t like the beard?”
“Sidney Joseph Redding,” she murmured instead, seeming to test out the quality of my name. “You got a purple heart,” she said looking at me in awe as she pointed at the medal in the shadowbox.
“Yep,” I confirmed, not wanting to expand on the circumstances.
“Wow, I didn’t realize,” she shook her head and looked back at me with her full attention. “This is all that disability will pay for?”
“Mom and dad helped with the furniture. Disability keeps the roof over my head and the lights on. Fortunately water is included in the rent,” I folded my arms over my chest. “You judging me?”
“No, no, God if it seemed like I was I’m sorry,” she started fidgeting with the hem of her shirt like I was giving her a real hard time.
I snorted and came over to her, “That shit was over four years ago. It’s been awhile since I even looked at it. If anything the only time it occurs to me is when I’m down for the count hurting or waiting in line at the VA to get a refill on my pills or to see my PCM. Don’t worry about it, sweetcheeks. I’m taken care of.”
“If you lived with someone would it affect the amount you got in disability?”
“Nope, but I’m not really looking for a roomie. Let’s get going though,” I went to get my bag, throwing it over a shoulder. “I’m ready to get back to our slumber party when you are. If our party is going to include sex of the real kind I’ll need to make a stop by a gas station at least to get some rubbers.”
Her face went pink and it was hard for me not to smirk at her. The last bit was said with the intent to embarrass. Kind of an asshole thing to do, but her poking put me on the edge a little.
“Would you consider moving in with me?” she squeaked, almost a whisper.
I nearly dropped my bag, I stood there staring at her for what felt like hours but it could’ve been five minutes.
“You said earlier that it was too soon for me to think about putting a ring on it. Isn’t it too soon to ask this question?”
“It was something I was considering while we were laying in bed earlier,” she admitted and she walked past me like she hadn’t just said something important. “I want you to stay the entire weekend with me. Even if we don’t do anything and it’s just ‘couples shit’ we talked about a week ago. Then if we’re in an agreement to not breaking each other’s hearts we can talk about being roommates seriously.”
“Uh huh,” I followed her out, watching her closely.
I was growing on her like she was growing on me. If she was talking about me moving in seriously then I wasn’t the only one playing for keeps.
10
Rain came quit late Thursday night while we were sleeping. I had the great pleasure of waking up with only a slight drug induced haze and Madi wrapped around me like a blanket. Morning wood was up and loaded, too. I twisted and rolled so we were lying chest to chest. Sleeping next to here definitely made the idea of moving in with her appealing. She kept her pajamas simple, a tshirt and whatever panties she had been wearing that day. It gave me the opportunity to feel the silkiness of her thighs and follow them up to the curve of her ass. Heaven, this was where I was at right now. It couldn’t get better than this.
I could stay like this all day if it weren’t for the need to piss. That’s what got me up. I slid out from under her and hurried to the bathroom. After getting finished with business I went ahead and brushed my teeth. The question here was, do I wake her up or do I just assume and do breakfast?
It’s been a day, I think I can manage something, I told myself.
I wandered into the kitchen and raided the fridge, eggs and toast were pretty much my options. Not knowing her well enough as to how she might like her eggs, I opted for scrambled. I was watching the eggs at the stove when I felt her slim arms wrap around my waist.
“You cook?”
“I have a few things that I can cook,” I answered. “Don’t expect a four course meal out of me.”
I didn’t hesitate to lean back against her. I stood there in only a pair of boxers and when I glanced over my shoulder at her I confirmed the fact that she hadn’t bothered to get dressed either. This seemed domestic.
“I dunno how you like your eggs. Scrambled okay?”
S
he nodded and just seemed content in holding onto me. Gave me the warm fuzzies. I turned the stove off and plated to the eggs with toast already buttered.
“We gonna eat like this? I’m not sure how that we could do this. Got any ideas?”
“Sorry. I enjoy hugging you.” She let go of me after giving my ass a slap, “I doubt it would be practical for me to try to eat while hugging you. You’re bigger than me and that would be messy.”
She got us two glasses of orange juice and we sat at her table for breakfast. Gave me that domestic feeling again.
