I tuck my finger under the sheets and blanket and slowly slide them down her naked body. Her breasts are pressed to the mattress, and the way her left leg is canted high to the side says she sleeps like this often, just not nude. Her pretty pink pussy is exposed to me, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been since I met her.
She doesn’t move as I roll to the side and pin her leg under mine. I trail my hand gently up and down the back of her leg and around the soft skin of her tight ass. And then I circle the very center of her before I let my fingertip dip lower to roll her clit. I watch as her beautiful skin flushes prettily with her arousal, and her pussy is slick for me.
She comes awake with a gasp, and she grips the sheets in her fists. “Kyle,” she whispers.
“Yeah, baby,” I rumble. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she pants, and I sink two fingers deep inside her and pump them while I roll her clit beneath my thumb.
I pull my fingers from her, and she whimpers as I roll a condom down my length and bring her up to her knees. I hold her hips tight in my hands, the gorgeous globes of her ass on display, and I sink slowly inside her.
The lean muscles of her back flex and play as she stretches out in front of me like a cat. She’s happy and pliable, but I want her wild. I grab the item I found when I was looking for more condoms in her bedside drawer and twist the end to turn it on.
She gasps and turns her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she looks at me when I touch her vibrator to her clit as I thrust deep inside her. Her pussy grips my cock so tight it robs the breath from my lungs.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise her. I love the way that she squeezes my cock in her slick heat.
I twist the end to crank up the intensity and drive harder, faster, as I feel her walls beginning to flutter and contract. I toss the vibrator aside when I feel her squeeze my cock with her climax, and she screams into the mattress as I begin to pound into her faster and faster until I plant myself as deep as I can go and follow her over the edge.
Sweat coats our skin, and I reach out, tag the vibrator, and shut it off. MacKenzie turns to face me and blinks.
“Morning,” she mumbles, making me smile.
“Morning.”
Her eyes flutter closed again, and she seems content to settle back into the hold of sleep, but the day is waiting, and I want to spend every minute of it with her.
“Time to get up, baby,” I tell her, and she cracks one eye open.
“What? No,” she says, taking stock of the early hour. “It’s like… dawn!”
“Come on, marines don’t know how to get up and greet the day?” I tease her.
“It’s Saturday.” She seems genuinely shocked that anyone would want to get up before noon on a Saturday and I think it’s hilarious and adorable all at the same time.
“Come for a run on the beach with me,” I plead. “It’ll be fun.”
“Fun,” she repeats my word, and the look on her face says she doesn’t think it tastes very good.
“Come on,” I tell her. “Grab your running shoes, and I’ll grab the gear I keep in my truck.”
“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” she asks, adorably put out.
“No.” I smile. “I’m not.”
“Oh, all right.”
She flings the covers back and stomps out of bed toward her closet. I pull on my shorts, grab my keys, and make my way down to my truck to grab my bag. I always have a pair of running shorts and shoes, board shorts, and a water bottle in my truck with my board. Always ready to greet the day no matter what opportunities arise when I’m home, I want to be able to grab them with both hands because I never know where a mission will take me or if I’ll even make it home again.
I jog back up to the bedroom and see the bathroom door is closed, so I drop my cargos and pull on a pair of jogging shorts and my running shoes. My dog tags dangle around my neck. I’m just tying my last shoe when the door opens and she appears in the same pair of military-issued running shorts that I’m wearing plus a T-shirt and running shoes.
“Well look at you, Officer Dangles,” she quips when I stand up. “Nice legs.”
“I could say the same to you.” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes.
“Let’s get the torture over with, frogman.” She may be beautiful but she is not a morning person. Interesting. And yet, everything I learn about her I appreciate.
“It’ll be fun, I swear.”
