Page 20 of A Veteran’s Second Chance

I open my thighs wide and let Logan in. I let him kiss me and strum me, and I forget every hurt he ever did to me. All I want is him between my thighs.

I lift my hips, and he grabs my backside and pulls me onto his tongue. It’s intimate and feels freaking amazing, but I want more of him. I want to watch him. I sit up, and he adjusts to my new position. I grab his hair and pull him toward me as my pleasure builds.

“Logan.” I say his name as he draws me closer and closer to the edge. Then I’m over the edge and falling, and I cry out his name as my body shatters on his tongue.

He looks up from between my legs, and his stubble glistens, and his eyes are full of desire for me. And suddenly I want him. I need all of him.

“Logan.” My voice is a whisper as I pull him from his knees. He nestles between my thighs, and I pull at the waistband of his shorts.

“I want you.”

His eyes widen, and he sucks in a breath. His palm caresses my cheek, and I’ve never felt so cared for and so cherished. I should be wary of those feelings, but my pussy throbs and I need him inside me.

“Savanna.” My name on his lips is a throaty whisper. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I slide my hand into his shorts and grip his hard length. He groans, and slick pre-cum coats my fingers.

“I’m not eighteen anymore, Logan. Don’t hold back for my sake.”

“Fuck, Savanna.” His words are tortured as I stroke him.

“I’ve waited a long time for this. It’s never felt right before, but it does with you.”

He pulls back and peers at me.

“What do you mean? Have you never…?”

I cover my face, trying and failing not to feel embarrassed. “It’s no big deal; I just never met anyone I wanted to go all the way with. But now I’m twenty-nine and I feel safe with you, or at least my body does, so I’d like to finally lose my virginity with someone who knows how to make it good.”

I hook my feet around his back and nudge him toward me. His tip grazes my pussy opening, and he jerks back.

“Whoa, we can’t do it here.” I look around the trail, but it’s as empty as it’s been all morning.

“Why not? You said yourself there’s no one around.”

He shakes his head. “Your first time is not going to be a quickie against a boulder.”

I stare at him in disbelief. I’ve just offered myself to him, all of him, and he’s pulling away.

“You’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“Deciding what’s best for me.”

He takes my cheeks in his palms. “Peaches, this isn’t about me deciding what’s best for you. This is about me telling you what you deserve. I would love nothing more than to slip inside you. Hell, I’ve fantasized about it often enough. But it’s your first time. It should be special.”

As he speaks, he plants soft kisses on my neck, moving his way up my throat. “You deserve to be taken time over, for me to make love to you slowly.”

He does make it sound epic, and I let out a long sigh. But the kisses also make my pussy throb, and I want to decide how and when I lose my virginity, not him.

I tighten my legs around his waist and draw him to me, and at the same time tilt his face up so he’s looking at me.

“This is my decision, Logan, all mine. This is how I want to lose my virginity. With you at the top of a mountain. Let me choose for once.”

His eyes are hooded with desire, and there’s a crease between his brows. He’s struggling to let me win on this one, but I need to win. I desperately need to know he’s not still trying to decide my life for me like I’m a naive eighteen-year-old.

To help him along, I slip my hands inside his shorts and take his dick between my palms. Logan groans, and his resolve slips away.