All she could do was pant, so close to orgasming just from his words.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore. Let’s go.”
He stood and lowered her to the ground, then adjusted the front of his jeans where the bulge of his erection pressed. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze.
“Hell no,” he said. “Stop looking at me like that.”
She blinked. “What?”
“You’re not giving me head on the back porch of your parents’ house. I’m good with having sex behind a door that locks, but no way in hell are you wrapping those lips around me where either of your parents can walk in on us.”
“Oh. Yeah.” He was right, but she was still disappointed. “Suppose not.”
He shook his head. “I like the way you think, though. Come on.” Grabbing her hand, he led her back into the house, locking the door behind them.
The upstairs bath light was on to guide their way and they tiptoed to the room he had claimed earlier. Easing the door closed, he thumbed the lock with a soft click.
Emme had no time to think before she was in his arms, his hands skimming her body, touching everywhere he could reach. Her shirt was gone in moments and her pants and underwear following soon after. He left her briefly to remove his own clothes and then she was airborne as he tossed her onto the bed.
He wasted no time in planting his mouth between her legs. She drew her knees up, gripping the sides of his head, trying to pull at the short strands of his hair. God, if he ever left the Army she’d make him grow his hair out so she had something to grab while he was tonguing her clit. She inhaled sharply when sucked on it.Like that.
He stopped sucking. “Pillow, Emme.” Finding her clit again, he flicked the tip with his tongue and glided two fingers into her core.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning, groping blindly for a pillow. Finding one, she covered her face and released a short shout. Her hips moved in time to his fingers and mouth while he fucked her, the orgasm building. Just before it crested, he stopped and grabbed her hips.
“Flip.” Putting pressure on her hips, he turned her, then pulled her up on her knees. The hand in the middle of her back kept her head down and she braced her weight on her elbows.
He slid his hard cock between her slick folds. His hands left her and she heard the crumple of a condom wrapper. A moment without him and he was back, sliding his cock back and forth, wetting himself with her juices again. The tip caught her entrance before continuing on to nudge her clit, still sensitive from his mouth.
His hand reached around and found her hood. His fingers barely touched her, rubbing circles around and around.
She was so close. Just a little more pressure or if he would— His finger pressed on her clit at the same time he entered her in one smooth, hard stroke. The angle rubbed her front wall. He withdrew and slid forward setting up an alternate rhythm of pressing her clit and filling her pussy.
Heat gathered in that one spot in her core. Her thighs quivered and she buried her face in the pillow, concentrating on the feeling. So close. She just needed—
He leaned over her and nipped at the fleshy part of her shoulder.
She exploded in a burst of starlight and shoved back against him, lost to everything except the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He stilled while she continued to rock against him, riding her orgasm through to the last little ripple.
Her whole body shook and he withdrew from her, laying her on her side and turning her. Gathering her in his arms, she felt him searching for her entrance. He slid forward again, pushing into the swollen muscles of her channel.
She took a shuddering breath, wrapping her arms around his chest. “You didn’t—?”
“Not yet,” he whispered.
He kissed her. Soft and gentle. His thrusts matched his kiss. He set a steady pace, rocking his hips into hers, the base of his dick pressing against her clit with every thrust. This was different. This was so much more intimate than they’d been any other time. More than just sex. More than fucking. It was romantic. He was—
She stopped the thought before it could form.
The words tumbled around in her brain, ready to be screamed from her lips, but she wouldn’t put that kind of pressure on him the night before he left. More than anything, she was scared he didn’t feel the same way.
The way he was… They were having sex, it felt like it, but maybe it was wishful thinking on her part.
His warm, rough hand traced down the length of her body. He hooked her leg behind the knee and drew it up around his waist. “Emme.”
She found his mouth with hers, wrapped her arms around his neck and poured all her feelings into her kiss.
Please understand what I’m saying.
