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“Because I want to look into your eyes when I come inside of you,” I told her back, finally dropping the whole Sergeant thing.
A brilliant smile spread over her lips as she threw her arms around my neck and jumped into my arms. I held her close and meandered back to the bedroom, finally knowing my way around her place so we didn’t end up in her bathroom again.
Dropping her to the bed with a loud, protesting squeak of the bed, I stared down at her for just a second like I usually did, wondering how such an incredible woman could be mine.
“You sure you want me to move in?” I asked her as I finally crouched over her, advancing slowly as my mouth dropped to her shirt and bra covered breasts.
“More sure than just about anything,” she murmured quietly.
I slowly, so Goddamn achingly slowly filled her again, and her eyes closed in utter bliss.
“I love you,” she offered between panting breaths.
I pressed my chest to her, needing the contact as our earlier fuck turned into something so much more intimate.
“I love you too, Frey.”
Tears slid from her eyes, sparkling in the warm strips of sunlight coming in from the blinds into the dark room.
Leaning closer, I licked them all up, salty and angsty against my tongue.
“Love you more!” She choked out a laugh as I licked the other side of her face.
It didn’t take me too long before I was coming. Freya ran gentle, albeit cold fingers down my arms and hips with my last couple jolted thrusts, then paused when I did.
“Fifteen minutes,” Freya warned me, glancing over at her alarm clock.
“Aw, shit,” I groaned, wanting to bask in the afterglow for a little longer.
Freya wiggled out from under me and waddled to the bathroom while I collapsed fully on the bed, watching her go.
When I heard the shower groan on, I called out, “we don’t have time for a shower!”
“You’re staying out there,” she said, coming to the door completely naked. “But I can’t show up to Mom and Dad’s house smelling like cum. I only need a couple minutes to clean off the important bits.”
Oh, I was tempted to join her, even if fucking in there was off limits, but it didn’t bode well to have us showing up late to dinner with her folks when we were already fighting an uphill battle with Tommy. Instead of making her take longer in the shower, I got up to run a damp cloth over my dick, then get her some clothes.
After picking out my favorite of her sundresses to put on, I laid it out with panties and no bra, then went out to find my pants again. We’d managed to keep our shirts on at least, so I just stepped into my jeans again, carefully zipping up since I wasn’t wearing underwear again. I still needed to get my duffel from Tom’s house, so my clothing choices weren't so slim. Not that I’d brought many clothes, anyway. It was fine though. In the Marines and the Raiders, I’d spent so long going commando that it didn’t feel weird anymore. In fact, having underwear clinging to my ass and balls felt a little suffocating now. Still, I wasn’t an animal, and I didn’t have the military to excuse my lack of skivvies anymore, so I’d gotten used to them again. Mostly.
“Really?” Freya called from the bedroom as I gathered her purse and a pair of her leather sandals by the door. “No bra? How am I supposed to support my boobs if they're flying free?”
“They going to AA or something?” I called back. “Why do they need support?”
She cackled, but I heard her footsteps approach.
“Because,” she said, standing in the hallway a few feet away with her tits half hanging out of her dress. “If I don’t tuck them in like good little children, they run around wild. You really want me to go like this so you can have a boner all through dinner?”
“On a normal day, I’d say yes,” I admitted, staring at those pale globes spilling out of the fitted bodice. “But with Tommy there, he’s more likely to cut it off than brush it off. So let’s keep the dick flaccid and the tits tucked away.”
She gave me a single nod in agreement, then turned to have me undo the zipper on the back.
Hey, well look at that. She had a bra in her hand the whole time. Funny I hadn’t noticed while staring at her boobs since she’d appeared.
Freya slid on the shoulder straps, and I helped a sister out by hooking up the bra in the back, then re-zipped, because we were already running late.
“Thanks for getting these,” she said, reaching for the sandals and purse on the floor by the door. “Let’s go. But be prepared. Mom said she’s making a new recipe.”
I’d lived with them long enough to know what that meant.
