I swallowed hard, forced the lump of tears lodged in my throat back down. I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t let him know that I was upset, that this was the last time I’d be beneath him, that I’d feel his heat, his breath, his cock. His kiss.
“Nothing. Kiss me.”
I saw his dimple form just before he lowered his head and did as I bid. His mouth was warm and firm. Gentle.
Too gentle.
I moved my hands to the back of his head, tugged at his thick, dark hair. I didn’t want to tell him this was the last time we’d be together, that I wanted to make the most of every second of it, but I’d show him.
At my insistence, he changed the kiss. Yes, I’d initiated and even showed him what I wanted, but I let him lead. I liked that he was in charge. Either he was ridiculously skilled—which I didn’t want to think too deeply about—or the mark made him naturally in tune with what made me hot. He knew how to kiss me, the way to tangle his tongue with mine. The way to touch me. And soon, god, and soon, the way to fuck me.
My ankles were still crossed at the small of his back. Propped up on one forearm, his free hand roamed over me from neck to hip before he growled. “You have too many clothes on.”
Only at the idea of getting naked did I place my feet on the bed by his hips.
“You first,” I told him.
While he lifted one dark brow, he remained silent as he tucked his fingers beneath the hem and tugged his armored shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Lifting my hands, I roamed over the broad expanse of heated skin, felt the rock hard muscles play beneath my palms. I bit my lip, ran my fingertips over the flat disk of a nipple, heard his quick intake of breath.
My eyes lifted to his, saw the heated pools had turned almost black. I knew he was on a short leash with his control—I felt the same.
“You’re not finished,” I added.
“If I take them off, we’ll be done too soon.”
The idea that I’d pushed him to the edge, that he was ready to come from just kissing me, from my hands on his bare chest made me feel powerful. I’d never had this much control over someone before. I’d never felt this wanted, this desired.
I reached for his pants, began to undo the button there. His hands covered mine, looked at me. “I want to see you. Taste you. I haven’t done that yet. I want to swallow you down.”
“You are a dangerous woman.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding over the soft blanket. “I’m not. I just want you.”
“I can deny you nothing, mate.”
That word brought me pain now, but I ignored it and focused on watching him, in memorizing the heated look in his eyes, the power and grace with which he moved. I needed to sear him into my mind like he was now. Aroused. Strong.
Mine.
Pushing off, he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, toed off one boot, then the other, before shucking his pants. Coming up onto my knees, I watched as every single inch of his perfect body was exposed.
His cock…it was a glorious thing. Big. So big. Thick and long. It was a fleshy red, smooth with a bulging vein running along the side. The flared head was bulbous and darker, pointed straight at me and the little slit oozed a bit of pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Reaching out, I grasped the base, my fingers not able to close all the way around the hot flesh.
“Wow.” Even though I’d been fucked with that…that beast the night before, I hadn’t had this much time to ogle it.
“That’s all for you, mate.”
His grin set me at ease and I leaned forward to lick up the pearly drop of fluid. His breath hissed out and his hips bucked at the slightest touch. He was so tall I didn’t have to stoop far. We were at almost the perfect height for me to take him into my mouth.
But a finger on my chin had me looking up.
“If you’re going to suck me off, I want you naked when you do it.”
It was my turn to strip down. While I’d packed a small bag for travel, including only a second Coalition fighter uniform, I had several pair of my undies. Kiel had been so into the ones I’d worn the day before, I wasn’t going to wear any standard issue underpants now. I had no idea what they looked like, but I wanted to see Kiel’s desire again.
So my lacy pale pink bra and panty set was revealed as I took off the standard uniform. I didn’t have double-D breasts, so what I did have, I liked to make pretty. As I reached behind my back to undo the clasp, he put a hand on my upper arm to still me.
His gaze raked over my body as he spoke. “Wait. I want to look at you.” His hand came up and stroked over the delicate fabric at the curve of my breast. “What’s this called?”