Molly continued her rounds. She found four on his arms and upper torso, one on his rear, and two more on his legs. “Seven so far.”
“There’s one more.”
She started around again, inspecting more closely. “Maybe I’d better check here a little closer.” She was on her knees inspecting his genitals. Not able to help herself, she wrapped both hands around his expanding shaft and put the end in her mouth, working the end with her lips and tongue, causing it to further lengthen. She moved her hands softly on the long, thick shaft as she worked the end with her mouth. Life didn’t get better than this.
“You won’t find any wounds there.”
She took it out of her mouth long enough to say, “That’s good news. Everything seems to be in good working order here. Sorry, I got diverted from my mission.”
He didn’t respond, making the final strokes on his face. He dropped a washcloth in the basin of hot water and thoroughly scrubbed his face before drying it off, Molly still busy below.
“The last one is right here.” He spread his legs, pulled his genitals to one side, and revealed a scar where a bullet had grazed his inner thigh.
She said, “That one was too close for comfort.”
“They’re all too close for comfort.”
“Are any still inside?”
“No, they’re all out.”
“You really paid the price for serving our country.”
He didn’t respond.
“Ready for your shower? I’m all set up for you.”
She got up and efficiently took her clothes off, standing naked in front of him. She liked being naked with him. His hands instinctively moved to her breasts. She’d have been disappointed if they hadn’t. She held steady, letting him gently caress, before taking his hand and leading him into the large walk in shower. She loved this so much, this sexy man in her shower. She felt the heat in her neck and face and the moisture gathering between her legs. It felt so good. Her throat was tightening, her head light. Once inside, she adjusted the water temperature, then, using squirt bottles, thoroughly covered his body with soap. When done, she handed him the bottles, and he returned the favor.
The soaping began. They both scrubbed the other, thoroughly and vigorously, laughing, and playfully kissing through the suds. Molly focused on his muscular upper body before going to work below, long soapy strokes on his now hard shaft, her face burning up, her breaths coming in short pants. She felt so alive. He soaped her torso with extra focus on her breasts. Her nipples were hard and aroused, and she gasped every time his soapy hands moved across them. When he dropped his hand below, she spread her legs and presented herself. His soapy hand expertly massaging between her legs sent erotic jolts through her groin. Finally, they finished with athorough rinse and a deep, passionate kiss. Molly turned off the water when she could feel it starting to cool.
They stepped out to dry. Bart dried Molly, then himself, while she blow dried her hair enough so it wasn’t soaking wet. Then she took his hand and led him into the bedroom, pulling down the blankets so the sheets were exposed. She’d left a twelve pack of condoms on the bed stand.
He looked at the condoms. “That going to be enough?”
“I hope not.”
He chuckled.
“What’s your pleasure, Cowboy?”
She stood before him naked and aroused, her breasts hard and firm, erect nipples pointing right at him. He was hard and ready, his eyes burning into hers, Molly reveling in the anticipation.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
She got on the bed, lying on her back, her head on the pillow, legs spread, inviting him to be on top. He stood by the bed, studying her perfect naked body, opening and installing a condom before moving into position between her legs. On all fours, keeping his weight off her, he leaned down and kissed her from above. The kiss started hot and got hotter. Molly could feel the blood rushing up her neck, her nipples exploding, and the moisture hot between her legs. She was ready, but loved that he was taking his time.
She moved her hands to his face, feeling his clean shaven cheeks and strong chin, and pulled his mouth tight to hers. She loved kissing him like this. Moving her hands behind his neck, she held his face tight. Mouths were now open, tongues in play, and lips devouring the other.
When the kiss ended, she whispered, “I’m ready.”
He sat up and moved his erection to her opening, never taking his eyes off hers. When she gave him the double eyebrowraise, he pushed gently and smoothly entered. Molly gasped and moved her hands to his hips. She needed a short time for her body to adjust. He made steady, slow, shallow strokes while her body relaxed. When she was ready for more depth, she pulled on his hips as he pushed to the end, Molly moaning every inch of the way. Fully embedded, she moved her hands behind his back and held him tight. She wanted all of him for a few moments. Completely full, the pressure fantastic, he was exactly where she wanted him to be.
She moved her hands to his face and pulled him down for a kiss. He kept the pressure all in while they kissed and she moaned. She liked men hard and deep, but the sensations were exceptional, erotic waves pulsing through her groin, shivers up her back and into her neck and face, his pulses deep inside.
She raised her hips and wrapped her long legs behind his back, locking her ankles. She was ready for everything he had. The kiss finally ended, and he began long, penetrating strokes, medium paced, hard, and deep. Molly’s head was light and elevated, the moment surreal. She’d been with many men, but there was something different with this man. She held tight while he rhythmically penetrated her, each stroke an erotic rush. She heard herself moaning and groaning and felt her powerful body thrusting back from the lower position. He never took his eyes off hers, checking to ensure she was comfortable.
Searching for what was different about this man, it came to her. It was his eyes. They were fixed on her. He was attentive. The lovemaking was about her, not him. He was not just a stud cowboy strutting his considerable stuff. He was making love to her, celebrating her. He was paying attention, following her cues. She kept her eyes locked on his, the visual connection erotic. Yes, he was deep inside. But, more significantly, they were connected emotionally.
