“Iamcapable of walking, you know?” I snicker as he sets me down and turns on the shower.
“I distinctly remember you telling me that I ‘turned your legs to complete Jell-O’ after the last two orgasms I gave you this morning. So I was just helping you out, baby,” Remington says with the most proud, male smile.
“Oh my gosh, you aresooococky, aren’t you?” I jest.
“Damn right,” he says, glancing down at himself and his thickening length. “And Every. Single. Inch. belongs to you,” he says, kissing me between words. The kind, caring, sweet side of Remington is one thing. But when he flips this switch to a little bit cocky, take control, with stupidly sexy confidence? I might as well just pour myself right down that drain with the shower water. All I can do in response is bite my lip and moan.
We step into the warm shower spray where our kisses become just as steamy as the air around us. Remington pushes me up against the tile wall, and I gasp at the coldness against my skin. His hot body presses to my front and I melt into him, relishing in the opposite temperature.
He lifts me easily and I grind my hips against him, feeling how hard, how ready to take me again he already is. I want him too, but I am extremely sore from everything we did yesterday and this morning. Remington grinds onto my sensitive clit, and I suck in a breath, not being able to handle it.
I push him back a bit so I can explore his body better, something I haven’t been able to do enough of yet. Running my fingers down the ridges of his abs, I look deep into his honey-soaked eyes that are about to eat me alive with desire. I bite my lip, and I finally wrap my hand around his impossibly long, thick cock. “Lainey.” He grunts and thrustsforward—smooth, silky perfection sliding through my hand as water pours over our bodies.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him. “But, but I’m not very good at this,” I admit with reluctance. Pleasing Remington and sharing this kind of intimacy is something I desperately want but don’t have very much positive experience in. I have given blow jobs to exactly two people. My college boyfriend once, which happened when we were sloppily drunk, and then a couple times with Brett. Hedemandedthat I try, even saying I “owed it to him” on his birthday. I was not turned on in the slightest, but being the people pleaser I am, instead of telling him to suck it himself, I did it. When it was over, I felt nothing but shame, especially when he told me that I wasn’t any good at it.
“Baby, I am about to come just from having your hands on me. Anything you do with that sexy mouth of yours will be fucking heaven.” Remington reassuringly runs his thumb along my jawline. I kiss him one more time, then get on my knees.
Licking the tip, I taste the salt of his skin mixed with precum and can’t stop the hum reverberating from my chest as I suck him into my mouth. I can hear Remington muttering curse words under his breath, trying to hold still and let me explore. I pull him in deeper and he groans, fisting my hair.
Yes, more of that. I want him to use me, to take control.
Gripping what I can’t fit in my mouth, I work my hand and lips in tandem. My tongue glides along the throbbing veins of the thick cock filling my mouth. I never thought I would like doing this, or evenwantto do this again, but I am so turned on right now that I can feel my own wetness starting to drip down my thigh. I rub my legs together, trying to get some relief.
Remington notices and says, “Yes, baby. You are such agood girl on your knees for me, sucking my dick. Is this turning you on, Lainey?”
I pop him out of my mouth, breathing in a deep lungful of air, eyes on his and say, “Yes, sir.”
Remington growls and tugs me back toward his cock, which I hungrily take back into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him back as far as I can. When he hits the back of my throat I gag, and he immediately pulls out. “Are you okay?” he asks, that caretaker side of himself peeking through.
“Yes, Remington. Please. Use me.” I look up at him, begging him with my willing eyes.
His own eyes flicker with something unrecognizable and undeniably hot. “Fuck your fingers while I fuck your mouth then, Lainey. Be a good girl and come for me.” I nod as he shoves himself back in deep, giving me what I asked for, pumping in and out of me, making drool slip from the corners of my mouth.
I reach for my dripping wet center and moan when my fingers dip inside. I am so close it only takes a few deep pumps of my fingers and circling of my tender clit. I am an explosion of lust and fire and newness. Remington is right there with me and says, “I’m coming, baby.” And with a roar, he releases everything he has left in him down my waiting throat.
Remington yanks me to my feet and kisses me, and I feel like I might float away if he doesn’t keep his arms around me. Grabbing my wrist, he takes the fingers I just came all over and he sucks them into his mouth, eyes closed with appreciation at the taste of what is on his tongue. “Holy shit. That was ...” I trail off, not able to unscramble my brain enough to give him my thoughts.
“Whoever told you that you weren’t good at that, Lainey, can get fucked. You are perfect in every possible way.” Thenhe kisses me again with a tenderness that mends a part of me that I thought would be broken forever.
“Don’t you two look all cute and couple-y,” Kendra says as we walk into the Sugar Cube ten minutes late. We are meeting her and Sutton for brunch. It’s the weekend, Remington had today off, Sutton has the store covered, and we made this plan to get together last week.
Neither of us actually wanted to get out of my bed this morning and get ready to leave, but we managed to compromise. That resulted in more experiences I can’t wait to try again. I look over at the man that makes my heart pound, remembering why we almost canceled this brunch all together.
Sutton rushes in the door and comes to a halt at our table. Her growing baby bump is looking adorable in a pink wrap dress. Her flowing blonde hair looks perfectly imperfect and her brown eyes shine with happiness. “Sorry I’m late,” she says slightly out of breath.
“We just got here, too,” Remington tells her, pulling Sutton into a hug and kissing her cheek.
“What’s got you all extra happy this morning?” Kendra asks her.
“I talked to Deck!” Sutton exclaims, her enthusiasm pouring over us, and we all shout out cheers of excitement.
“What did he have to say? Is he headed back?” Remington asks, taking my hand, lacing our fingers together.
Sutton gulps the water that was waiting for her on the table. “He told me that the mission they just finished was a success, which is all he can say. You know how that goes. Allthe top-secret stuff we don’t get to know anything about. But I am so happy it’s over and he could finally call me. He said they have to wrap up a few things, but they should get to come back stateside in the next few weeks.” She rubs her belly and sighs.
“You don’t get to know a date?” I ask. I can’t even imagine never knowing where my husband was or what was going on the way Sutton and other military spouses and families do. There is so much sacrifice and stress. I know it will be good for Sutton and the baby to have Derek back home, for however long he gets to stay.
“No,” Sutton explains. “We never get any concrete dates. That’s too dangerous for many reasons. Usually it is just a vague window of time. A lot of the days, Deck just shows back up. Walks in the door and surprises the hell out of me. It’s different withhisSEAL team though—it isn’t like normal, planned deployments. They get called out at any time for any amount of time, until the mission is complete, and they let them come back.”
