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"Fuck," he whispers against my lips.
His fingers continue to work their magic, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. With his lips on mine in a passionate kiss, I feel his hard cock pressed against me, fully erect and eager to be inside me.
Jake pulls away slightly, his eyes locked on mine, conveying the intensity of his desire. "Are you ready?" he asks, his voice low and rough.
Unable to speak, I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the slightest pressure before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp, my head falling back as the sensation washes over me.
What I’m experiencing is unlike anything I've ever known. It’s a perfect mix of pleasure and pain as his long thickness fills me completely.
"God, you feel so good," he murmurs, kissing my neck as he moves inside me.
He thrusts slowly at first, watching me as I arch my back and cry out with every stroke. The feeling intensifies, and by the rapid rhythm of his breaths in my ear, he's as in tune with the moment as I am.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my hands and knees. He enters me from behind, gripping my hips and pounding into me, his movements growing more urgent.
"You feel so good, so tight. Your ass is perfect," he growls in my ear as he continues to move within me. "I can't make this last much longer the way your pussy is clenching around me."
I turn my head to look over my shoulder and see him watching me with a mix of desire and wonder in his eyes. "Good, because I don't want to stop either!"
He reaches around to play with my clit, causing me to cry out and buck against him, the exquisite sensation sending me spiraling towards an orgasm.
His thrusts become more frantic, as he plunged deeper and deeper. "Come for me, baby," he growls.
That's all it takes. With a loud cry into the pillow, I shatter into pieces, waves of pleasure washing over me as Jake continues to thrust inside me.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. He slams into me one last time as he finds his release.
We lay there, panting and entwined, our bodies still connected. "That was..." I start searching for the right words.
"Amazing," Jake completes the sentence, still catching his breath.
I have to laugh. "I was going to say perfect, but I guess amazing works, too."
He kisses my neck gently, his heartbeat slowing down. "It was perfect. And I've never felt anything like that before in my life."
I stroke his hair, still amazed he's here with me. With one more gentle kiss, then he is up and in the bathroom. A moment later, he is back, the condom gone and a washcloth in his hand. He gently cleans between my legs before tossing it back in the bathroom and lying down with me.
When he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight, I've never felt so safe. I love the feel of his solid warrior’s body against me, and I snuggle to him with my head on his arm. After a minute, he turns me so my back is to his chest.
When I notice a scar on his side in the shape of a crescent moon, I trace it gently. The scar is a part of him, and I wonder about the story behind it.
As if reading my mind, he says, “I can't talk about a lot of what happened to me. Not because I don't want to, but because it's still classified. What I can tell you is I was in a Seal Team, and we had some dangerous missions and saw some horrible things.
Many times, we couldn't interfere, and that’s what killed me. We couldn't stop grown men from raping little girls while the whole village watched. Anyone who interfered was killed on the spot. That is the stuff that still haunts me. Not my kill count, not the men we lost, but that I couldn't stop the men from hurting the women and children."
"Jake, that's horrible. It's not a part of war many people think about or even want to think about, but it happens so often. I’m sorry you had to witness that.”
"It's why I have Atticus. Sometimes, the memories get so strong, and it gets hard to pull myself out. He knows when it's happening, and he's there for me. Since I've been working here helping people out, it’s happened less frequently."
"I guess that helping people here offsets what you couldn't do there," I say, making the connection, and he just nods.
“The scars are from a building that was bombed. I didn't lose anyone, but I ended up injured by flying debris. After everything, that is what got me medically discharged. And by then, I was more than ready to be done."
He opened up to me, and I know he's never pushed me, but I feel like I should thank him for it by giving him a part of me. And I very much want to.
"I was...” Taking a deep breath, I’m not sure what I want to say. But I decide to go for it. "I was stationed at a field hospital. After patients were injured, we got them stabilized so they could be transferred out. We saw a lot of gruesome things, but we saved so many people that came to us, we had an excellent track record. When we could, we sent medical supplies into villages."
Jake holds me tighter but doesn't say anything.
