The Marine Cowboy(12)
“I have so many.” And it was true. She wanted to do him up against a wall, on the floor, take his cock into her mouth and swallow him as he came. She wanted him to push inside her, ride her until she went limp.
She never wanted him to stop.
“Tell me,” he ordered and continued the sensual torture.
“Take me now, like this.” Heat burned in her cheeks, and she rubbed back against him. He nudged her legs further apart, and his fingers dipped between her legs. The sweet friction against her sensitive folds was almost too much. I’m going to die like this, dissolving into pure desire….
“Like this?” he asked, his husky voice turning her inside out. His thumb grazed over her clit, the light brush ratcheted up the pressure inside and she arched. If she were a cat, she would purr with the pleasure of it.
She licked her lips and held onto the counter. “Just like…that.” But he nudged her thighs apart further and guided her hips back until she stretched, fingers locked onto the counter.
“Hmm…this looks good enough to eat.” The delight in his words threatened to undo her right then and there. She clenched her butt, fighting the urge to rub her thighs together. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He abandoned her, retreating toward the bed. Her thighs quivered and her feet shifted. “Stay just like that….” The order throbbed through her.
The promise of his touch eroded her control. What control? Who are you kidding? Laughter rose up out of her again. She twisted at the sound of foil tearing. A.J. stood next to the bed and rolled the condom down his cock. He glanced up, meeting her eyes with a slow grin of his own.
“Did I mention what a genuine pleasure is to meet you, ma’am?” The slow, languorous cowboy drawl whispered from the rugged, hard Marine mouth. All of her sexual fantasies were rolled into one, living breathing—and thank God—hard man.
“You might have skipped that part.” These things only happen in books—real life romance is so much messier than this…why the hell am I analyzing?
His eyebrows lifted as he strode toward her, purpose and determination radiating from every step. He guided his cock to the entrance of her sex and pushed in a tantalizing inch. “Then let me correct that oversight right now.”
She didn’t need any urging to lean her upper body forward and push back until he filled her. The trembling inside increased three-fold.
“It is my genuine pleasure,” he teased her, thrusting with each word. “To meet you.” He retraced his path down her front and found her clit, and she forgot anything as he drove her over the edge into a climax.
Chapter Five
“So why the Marines?” She sat cross-legged on the bed, nibbling a sandwich. Her cheeks were rosy, a beautiful shade against all that creamy skin.
A.J. thought they were done after the bar, but she pushed him back toward the bed, food forgotten and teased his cock with her mouth until he came in self-defense. Three rounds in five hours and he wanted her again. He reached over to wipe a spot of mustard from the corner of her mouth with his thumb and sucked the spicy flavor between his lips.
“It was the right thing to do.” He shrugged. “My grandfather served, and his father and his father before him. Far as I know, it’s been a family tradition since the French and Indian wars. The only reason my dad didn’t was his asthma.”
The food spread out between them, like a picnic on the bed. They were both naked, and he appreciated the unabashed freedom to look at her breasts. They rose and fell with every breath. Her full, dusky nipples beckoned him, but he forced himself to let her eat before he took his time exploring every reaction.
She’d mentioned fantasies, and he had the inexplicable urge to fulfill every single one of them.
“That’s kind of sweet, to have a family legacy like that.” She leaned sideways, stretching out to reach for her bottle of water. His cock twitched, rousing slowly. She was a lovely woman, soft and curvy in all the right places.
“It is what it is, Sheri. It was the right thing to do. I enlisted, I trained, I served, and now I'm home.” And that summed up his military life. Granted, it didn’t mention the guys or the friendships, but his grandfather told him once that the men he served with in Korea were men he could rely on. He could call them anytime he needed something—whether it was a favor or just someone to jaw with—and they would be there. A.J. had attended a reunion with his grandfather in the early nineties. All those men in their sixties and seventies tossed back beers, laughing, reminiscing, and picking up right where they’d left off forty years before as though it were yesterday rather than decades in the past.