When he let her into the one bedroom apartment that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico, he wished he had collected cool furniture over the years instead of giving most of it away before moving here. The table with two chairs and generic couch labeled him as a loner and possibly a loser. He waited for her to comment on his state of living.
Instead, she slunk over to him and draped her arms around his neck. The heels she wore brought her almost to eye level. Zings of pleasure traveled down his spine as her fingers traced up and down his nape. Her eyes challenged him and, for a moment, her directness reminded him of a drill instructor. Except he’d never smelled a DI that reminded him of sunshine and sand, and he bent his head to inhale more of her. In that instant, he wanted nothing more than to forget any of the long years had passed. He needed to be twenty-four again, laughing at his good fortune of finding a girl with class when she had her clothes on but who tossed that out the window the moment she lifted her shirt.
Her nose nuzzled his ear. “How about we start some of that reminiscing?”
Words escaped him, so he answered with his hands sinking into her hair, pulling her into a kiss. Her lips brushed against his like silk. Their fullness delighted him and brought him back to a time when they were younger, their flurry of kisses and tangles of tongues inevitably leading to sex.
She pressed her tongue against his and grabbed his neck with her hands. Thrills passed through him, as if he were on his first solo airplane flight, performing loops. Like all his flights, he wanted this to last longer than a short sortie. Although she communicated fast and furious with her hips pressed against his, he intended slow, sensual, deliberate, like a cross-country flight with plenty of time for refueling.
He slowed her pace by pulling away from her lips and tasting the silky flesh of her neck. While his heart beat a furious rhythm and his cock strained against his pants, he willed his hands to toy with the tiny buttons that decorated the shoulder of her blouse before lowering his hand to the outside of her breast.
She moaned and grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I’m not used to you going slowly.”
He smiled, pulling her earlobe between his lips. “I’ve changed.”
He nibbled the space just behind her ear and she gasped. “Obviously.”
Fighting his own urge to rip her clothes from her body, he stood straight and smoothed his hands over her long sleeves. “So have you. Almost every inch of you is covered,” he teased, even though he liked the idea of unwrapping her piece by piece.
She frowned. “It’s cold outside. It’s kind of cold in here.” She crossed her arms.
“Then let’s warm you up.” He scooped her up like a groom in a fairy tale and headed to his bedroom. Her breasts pressed against him as she held onto his shoulders, and his need exploded as they rubbed against his chest. Those would not stay covered for much longer. His mouth watered at the thought of pulling a nipple between his lips. Hoping to make her laugh or smile, he dropped her on the bed.
She grinned and stretched her arms above her head, giving him a good view of how slim she’d stayed. Full hips curved beneath a slender waist that accentuated her perky breasts. “That’s more like it.” She kicked off her shoes. “Grab my purse, though. We’re going to need those condoms. Knowing Suzy, they’re scented or ribbed or nubbed or something unexpected.”
He snatched the condoms out of her purse and placed them on the bedside table before stretching out beside her. “I like the look of you on my bed.” He truly did. She fit in with his Spartan environment. The only ornament he’d ever need was her.
“Really? All dressed? I think we’re wearing too much.” Her playful nature seemed out of character. He remembered her being much more serious and focused, and he wondered if all of this night were a game for her. Changing that would be a priority for him.
He fluttered his feet, which caused his flip flops to drop to the floor. “My shoes are off now.”
She rolled onto her side. “That won’t be enough.” She raised his sweater and pouted. “A T-shirt?” She shoved away from him and stood. “That’s it, Duff. Get off the bed and take it off now. All of it.”
Tonight, everything about her surprised him, her impulsiveness, her playfulness, and her forcefulness. He liked this version of Kirsten, at least for tonight. “I’m leaving on some for you to remove. You should, too.” He took off everything except his underwear.
She tossed her blouse at him, revealing a trimmer torso and fuller breasts than he remembered. “Nope. Get rid of the barriers. All of them.” Her skirt hit his chest, and she wasted no time pulling her stockings off her legs. With a flourish, she dropped her bra to the floor. Her tight nipples pointed upward like they used to, but they’d darkened to a rosier shade of pink. How he wanted to bury his face in between those glorious globes.
Blood rushed from his head to his cock with lightning speed. The fabric of his underwear grew painful. Want was too delicate of a word to describe his desire for her. Having her beneath him had become a necessity.
“I see that worked.” She pulled her panties from her hips and stepped out of them, before ripping the covers off the bed and crawling across it. His heart thumped so hard that he felt his ribs move. With one hand supporting her, she yanked the boxer-briefs over his thickened shaft. He licked his lips in anticipation of her next move. Plunging into her hot, moist pussy could wait if she wrapped her full pink lips around his cock. His memories of her sucking his shaft were of a tentative young woman, unsure of how to please him. The woman stalking him like a hungry tigress would take him to much higher heights.
He reached his hands out to her, welcoming her as she continued her crawl across the bed toward him. She licked her lips, and he leaned his hips forward in a silent plea for that mouth to pleasure him. When she slowly stood, planting her feet between his, he mourned a short moment that her lips weren’t wrapped around his cock. Any sadness ended when her hands slid up his legs. Tangs of pleasure shot to his groin.
She looked him in the eyes as she took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. “You look good.”
He bit his lip as her warm hands massaged the length of his shaft and gave the head a squeeze. When she rolled one of his balls between her fingers, a moan escaped his lips. His cock grew harder.
She nibbled at the line of his jaw and whispered, “You can touch me, you know.” She stood back to glance at his hands that hung at his sides. She grinned and motioned downward with her eyes. “I’d start with these.”
He followed her gaze to her breasts with upturned nipples. Determined to keep the pace slow, he sent orders to his hands instead of his mouth that longed to suckle her rosy pink buds. With a light touch, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and watched a shiver travel over her lean shoulders. “You look and feel good, too.”
The shiver carried down to her hands. She let go and steadied herself by holding onto his sides. “You can keep doing that.”
“Come here,” he said as he pulled her to him. With his hands under her firm ass, he lifted her up. She laughed as he tossed her onto the bed again. He imitated her early move by crawling along the bed until his face hovered over her breasts. “I’d rather do this.”
He licked her nipple and took it into his mouth. He fought to control the urge to plunge his cock into her wet pussy without all the foreplay. His body ached to feel her beneath him, to feel her thighs pressing against his hips as he filled her pussy. He pushed those urges aside. She was worth the extra time and effort. He hadn’t realized that all those years ago.
“And that. You can do that, but not for long.” She slid her hand down his abdomen and brushed her fingers along the base of his cock. It jumped with approval. “I want that in me.”
He groaned as he focused on her other nipple that puckered with his breath blown across it. “Trust me. It want it, too. But I also want to play down there.” He lowered his head and kissed under her breast. He planned to take a leisurely trip down her torso tasting her skin along the way. N
othing she could say or do would deny him this luxury. Loving the soft, delicate skin of her abdomen, he nibbled along the edge of her ribs. She giggled when he kissed the side of her waist.
“Stop that. It tickles.” She bent at the waist pulling her side away from him. “Come back up here.”
He obeyed a little by moving to her navel, but he wasn’t going to stop enjoying the soft flesh of her belly. Just a little lower and he would taste the salty, sweet evidence of her need.
She hooked her hands under his arms and tugged him upward. “No way. Uh-unh. In me now. Trust me, I’m ready.”
He dipped his fingers between her legs. Wetness coated her clit and her tight opening. The desire that he’d fought since he first touched her became all consuming. His cock begged to feel the slick tightness of her pussy. He circled his thumb over her clit in hopes of controlling this burning desire to plunge into the wet hot center. “You’re soaked.”
All plans of a slow seduction vanished when she pulled him down for a kiss as she rolled on top of him. He let her take the lead and had a feeling that he would enjoy the ride. Even the way she rolled the condom down his engorged cock made him moan. She squeezed as she pushed the latex toward his balls. Never had putting on a condom been so erotic to him.
With her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he watched ecstasy cross her face as she guided him into her pussy. He grunted his approval as she pulsed just over the tip. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her downward so he could feel her tightness all down his length. As her weight pressed against his hips, he gritted his teeth trying not to thrust upward. He’d wanted to have this moment with her for such a long time, that he had to make it last. She squeezed the walls of her pussy against his cock, and he dug his fingers deeper into her thighs.
“So amazing. So amazing,” he uttered.
She planted her hands on his chest and arched her back. Her breasts jutted out and bounced with her subtle movements along his shaft. The view took his breath away. The lean muscles in her chest contrasted with the full softness of her breasts that he palmed.
He closed his eyes, letting the shocks of pleasure take over his senses. He lifted his hips, needing to be deeper inside her. She ground against him as he kept pulsing. The walls of her pussy held his cock tight, bringing a rapture that shot through his balls and down his thighs. She squeezed with her thighs again, and a groan erupted from his throat. If she stayed at this pace, he’d come before she’d have a chance at feeling anything resembling an orgasm. He couldn’t let that happen.
With one hand on her lower back and the other on one of her arms, he pulled her torso forward so that her face hovered above his. When her breasts pressed against his nipples, sensitized by the motions of her hips, he drew in a breath. “I need you closer.” He threaded a hand between them and found her swollen bud, stroking, wanting to take her higher.
She licked her lips. “That’s so kind of you,” she purred, “but I’ve learned a few tricks since we last did this. Your hand on my clit is unnecessary.”
If he judged by her half-closed lids and how she bit her lower lip, he’d think that his fingers rubbing her clit mattered quite a bit. “You seem to be enjoying it, though.”
“True.” She circled her hips as she pulsed up and down on his shaft. She cupped a breast and leaned closer to him. “I’d get there faster if you gave this some attention.”
He took the offered nipple into his mouth like a starving man. She helped him with a hand behind his head. Her thrusts increased, and he grabbed her ass with both hands. He forgot to be slow. He forgot to be deliberate. He relished the growing pressure in his balls and the sound of her moans.
She took control and guided his head to her other breast. Her hips rocked against him, her breaths coming in short bursts. Somehow he knew her climax neared, his cock remembering how her pussy tightened like a glove when she used to come. Wanting to help her along, he bit at her nipple. Her cries of passion filled the room, and she pressed closer to him as an orgasm made her shudder. The clenching of her thighs and core brought new waves of ecstasy shooting through his cock. Heat radiated from everywhere he touched her. She closed her eyes like she had when they were younger and bit her bottom lip, her face of bliss. How he’d missed that look. He’d used to tease that her parents would know they’d had sex from the bright red mark that lingered on her lips.
Then she did something he didn’t remember. Her hips stilled as she drew in a deep breath. He urged her on with thrust upward.
She pounded on his chest. “Wait. That one has to pass first. I can’t move, yet. That was huge.”
“I can move.” He pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He knelt between her legs and bent over her to lick a nipple. The condom had kept him from coming as quickly as she had, but he wasn’t about to stop enjoying the tightness of her pussy.
She shivered and pushed him away. “You can’t do that. No touching the nipples. It’s too much. That orgasm was too much. I need recovery time.” She pointed to her clit. “Don’t even thinking about going down on me, but I want you in me again.” With her foot she caressed his chest.
He growled and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He kissed one of her ankles. With just the tip of his cock that throbbed with need, he teased at her the opening of her pussy slick with her juices.
She reached her arms toward him and managed to grab the backs of his thighs. Her fingernails dug into his flesh. “Yes. I can take it.”
He needed no more invitation. He slid into her until his sac rested against the full globes of her ass. She gripped tighter on his legs and urged him forward. Waves of ecstasy radiated from where their bodies touched. Friction built along his shaft with each thrust.
“John, more, harder,” she called out, using his name, his real one. Her eyes closed and her lips parted.
Her voice, heavy with desire, spurred him on. Her thighs brushed her nipples as he plunged deeper and faster. The slap of his hips against her legs became frenzied. Anything for her. His Kirsten. He’d make her his again. As she called his name again, the pressure in his balls reached a critical point. Faster. Faster. She squeezed the walls of her pussy against him, and an explosion burst through him. White lights flashed across his eyes and blinded him as the blast reverberated. His hips shuddered with the release, and he arched his back trying to push himself deeper inside her warm, wet center.
As his vision cleared, he looked at her beneath him. Her golden hair draped over the side of the bed. Her eyes were still closed. With another kiss to her ankle, he lowered her legs and let his full body weight rest against her.
Her hands grabbed the sides of his face and pulled his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled before she ended the gentle, but passionate kiss. “Thank you, John. We should do that again sometime.”
He nuzzled against her neck and shuddered as a ghost of his orgasm pulsed through him. “I agree.”
“Too bad I have to leave.”
He wrapped his arms around her back. “There’s no way you’re leaving my bed tonight. Don’t even try.”
Chapter Four
“Very cute, but I’m being serious.” Kirsten wiggled one of her arms out from under Duff’s embrace. As she twisted from his grasp, she chanced a look at him. His handsome face was marred by a tightly knitted brow. He gripped her tighter, and her heart melted a slight bit.
She couldn’t fault him for not wanting her to leave. Every one of her erogenous zones screamed at her to stay right where she lay with his lean hips on top of hers, his cock still thrumming inside her, his hard chest pressed against her. Even after some great orgasms, her mouth still watered at the chance to have another go at sex. When she’d pulled down his underwear, it took a lot of willpower not to pop his full cock into her mouth. She would have done it, but she didn’t want him to think that she was thinking of his needs before hers. One part of her wanted to pleasure him with her mouth, but she had to leave. Her life demanded it.
In truth, her heart needed the distance from
him again. His desire to keep her with him all night had her rethinking the leaving part. Any longer with him and she’d be back where she started when she was twenty, deeply in love with Duff who would walk away again.
Without letting go, Duff locked his brown eyes on hers. “I’m serious, too. Way back when, I let you go back to your house so your father wouldn’t shoot me on the base, but not tonight. You’re old enough to stay beside me the whole night, and that is where you should be. Except, we might turn the lights out at some point.”
She shrugged her shoulder and freed her other arm, which she then draped around his shoulders. She wished she’d taken more time to study him before letting him roll her to the bed. His physique had only improved since she last saw him. He’d always been broad shouldered with a flat stomach, but the thirty-six-year-old version of him had added bulk along with more definition.
She drew a finger along the curve of his deltoid. “So much has changed. You’re right. I don’t have to sneak into my house, hoping that my parents can’t smell sex on me. It isn’t necessary to leave.”
“Then don’t.” He fluttered kisses down her neck and scooted lower to nuzzle at her breast. Renewed thrills sent desire through her veins. “Stay.”
He made it seem so simple. If she stayed with him one night, everything would be fine. Except it wouldn’t, because she’d decided against military men and for revenge sex. His mouth pulled at her nipple. Tiny tingles took shocks down to her pussy. This wasn’t revenge. This was torture. Some of this every day would be a dream life. But, he’d left her with no explanation, no phone call. Nothing. She lifted his chin with her hand. “I can’t.”
He rolled to his side, bringing her with him. “Do you have a babysitter you have to send home?”
“No. No kids. Total career girl.” She often surprised herself how comfortable she’d become with that label. That mental declaration happened when she’d convinced herself Duff wouldn’t call or write her after long years of waiting. With him out of her life, she’d lost the desire to have children. Now, she was entrenched in the thought. No kids. Career woman.
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