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“Fuck yes,” I breathed, waiting for him to get back inside of me.
But he didn’t.
With one last, brutal kiss to my lips, he slid his body down, down until those lips pressed to first one hip, then the other.
“I need you,” I whined, but he ignored me, pressing kisses across my belly until he made his way to my core, lavishing kisses with strokes of his tongue all over me.
My hips shot off the bed, pressing my pussy into his face, which he didn’t seem to mind. God, the man knew how to use his mouth.
With an elaborate lash of his tongue, then pucker of his lips on my clit, sanity left the fucking room and I was crying out, begging for him to not stop, but to also get inside me.
Finally, my orgasm washed over me and all I could do was call out his name.
“Ash,” I sobbed, reaching for him, but I only managed to dig my fingers into his scruffy hair.
Finally.
Finally.
After another unhurried lick, he dragged that wicked tongue up my body until we were finally face to face.
“I fucking love you,” I choked, hardly able to breathe.
“I know.” He grinned, giving me absolutely no time to recover before he plunged back into me.
My still-fluttering sheath took him all in, greedy and needy and all of the eedys as my brain short-circuited.
And there, oh God…a fantasy of mine bloomed to life as those dogtags brushed against my naked chest, tickling the sensitive valley between my breasts as he hovered above me, knees framing my hips on the bouncy bed.
As my eyes fluttered closed, he chuckled, as if he thought the whole things was fucking funny.
“You look inordinately happy,” he murmured, lips turned into a smug grin.
“Did you just use inordinately in a sentence?” I snapped back, which just made him laugh harder.
He dropped until our chests were pressed together, his body still rolling with each generous thrust, and, ohh… I could understand why he didn’t like wearing them. The rubber silencers around the edges of the tags dragged between us, and I couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been pulling against the spray of blonde hairs on his chest.
His pretty green eyes squeezed closed, but it wasn’t in pain. With a bark of obscenities, he came inside me, warm and pulsing.
When we’d both caught our breath, he opened his eyes again and met mine instantaneously.
“Did that fulfill your soldier boy fantasy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
The man was still inside me, softening and sopping wet, but he still had the audacity to sound smug and satisfied.
“Yes, it did,” I admitted, sounding every bit as smug because, let’s admit it, nobody lost in this scenario.
It’s generous, like pointing around a room full of people and screaming, you get an orgasm, you get an orgasm, you get an orgasm!
Yeah, except I was the majority shareholder in orgasms between us, and he didn’t seem to mind.
The man eventually slid out with a wet slurp that was equally tantalizing and disgusting, then plopped himself down on the bed beside me, cuddling in. I was going to have to wash the sheets now.
With a smile, he pulled me closer and I smiled. Who ever would’ve imagined a big ’ol tough guy like him would be a cuddler?
Turning in his arms, I tucked myself in tight, slipping my leg between his as my hand pressed against his stubbly cheek.
“I never said so, but thank you for showing me around your house and around where you grew up,” I whispered, looking into his contented eyes.
