We kiss forever. I lead her tongue in a tango that stops her breath, resisting the insane effect her heat has on me as long as I can, holding my bare cock deep inside her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Breaking the kiss, I lay my forehead on hers, and even that tiny patch of skin is hot and ready to come undone.
“Come on,” she gasps, wiggling her hips against mine. Her pussy slowly slides around my dick, teasing me, begging me to fuck her fast, hard, and bury my seed deep.
Wish. Fucking. Granted.
The chair creaks beneath us as I fist her hair, pumping my hips, slamming into her a little harder each time we connect. She's so wound up it only takes a few strokes before she's biting her lip and coming all over again.
“Let it the fuck out,” I tell her. “It's the only way you'll feel sane next week. Let me know you want my come tonight, everything I'm gonna give you in spades.”
I speed up my thrusts, and she buckles. Her arms and legs pinch so tight it's like she's part of me. I don't know how the hell I stop myself from blowing inside her just then, but I do.
I feel the heartbeat pounding in her veins, the way her pussy convulses on my cock, listen to every frantic moan and scream leaving her lips, spilling into the open night. I fuck right through her climax, so hard she arches and comes for a small eternity.
We plow right through it. When she's finished, she's panting like a cat in heat, her mouth hanging open, pouring hot breath on me. I bring my mouth down on hers and pull her hair tight, launching my hips into her, faster and harder than I've ever fucked in my life.
I'm afraid I'm going to bruise her, but I can't stop. Not now. Not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
She pushes herself into me just as hard, all the worries and passions and future agonies hidden in our tempo. Her tits swing like soft round pendulums on her chest, and feeling her nipples graze my chest does me in.
“Fuck, Delia. I love this hot sweet cunt, love every inch of you, love the way you make me come. I fucking love you.”
I can't believe I said it. Neither can she, not with the imminent explosion ripping through my balls, about to set her off all over again.
My cock swells deep inside her and fire slashes through me. I'm locked in an inferno for the next few minutes, pumping seed inside her for what feels like forever; bucking, coming, and emptying myself inside her 'til she overflows.#p#分页标题#e#
I fuck so long and hard I can't even think. She's screaming and I'm roaring out my pleasure, drilling the molten come I've pumped into her pussy deeper, never wanting it to end.
It's only her kiss that brings me back to earth. We both know I fucked up with...whatever the hell that was spilling out of my mouth.
I fucking love you.
Christ, what the hell did I say? It was the heat, the moment, the fire screaming through my balls. It had to be.
We don't talk about it. I pull out of her and push my hand between her legs, feeling our combined slickness, and feeling proud of it.
I've never wanted to mark a woman so badly before. I've never wanted to keep doing it either. With her, it doesn't feel like I can ever take her enough times, fill her all the way, even when she's leaking sex everywhere.
I'm worried about her? How the fuck am I going to survive next week? How the hell can I ever let go?
I don't have an answer. I've never had a woman do this shit to me before, and it's bending my brain in a hundred directions, like a rollercoaster built through my brain.
This night, I can handle. I do the only thing I know how. I take her by the hand and lead her inside, where I get her on all fours, splayed out on the bed.
We can sleep on the flight home tomorrow. I'm not planning to shut my eyes, and I'm sure as shit not going limp. I'm hellbent on milking every last drop of pleasure out of tonight, and I'm going to fuck my girl 'til we're both too sore to move.
I drop her off at home the next day and return to base. Are we really here already, everything we had this past week dashed like a dream?
My orders are pretty damn insistent about ramping up training for the recruits tomorrow. Probably because the Korean DMZ is just a hair trigger away from blowing the fuck up, and we'll need manpower.
I can't stop thinking about Delia's sad, woeful eyes the last time she kisses me, just before stepping out of my truck. Don't have a damned clue when I'll ever set eyes on her again, or that huge, lonely mansion.
I need to keep my distance. Even if it turns my stomach to know I'll never feel her warm, wet heat wrapped around me again.
The next day, I watch the smoke contrails roaring overhead. My SEAL team hits the shore first, and it's a live chemical drill. The whole world turns stuffy, gray, and blurry behind my Nuclear-Biological-Chemical mask.
I'm yelling through the dummy rounds exploding, martialing recruits ashore, while the rest of the boys do their damnedest to give us a taste of what Dear Leader's got waiting for us if we have to wreck his pretty toys.