Page 33 of A Hero Comes Home

On the other hand, if there was one thing she’d learned as a soldier’s wife, it was to “pick your battles.” Besides, there was nothing to do while the storm raged. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t made love in a long time, and Jacob knew how to push all her buttons, literally.

And, so, she wiggled her butt on Jacob and teased, “No. Show me.”

“Sassy today, are you, sweetheart? Sassy Sally?”

“You have a problem with that, big boy?” she inquired, putting emphasis on those last two words with her voice and a backward thrust of her butt against said “big boy,” which was flush against the crease in her behind.

“Are you kidding?” he choked out.

She was the one who was going to make love to him then, she decided, employing all the tricks and techniques that he had taught her, the things he liked best. Sally had never had much sexual experience with anyone else before Jacob, and certainly none after. So, he’d been her teacher.

Now, she would teach him a thing or two. Why should he be the one calling the shots about everything?

He put his hands on her hips, about to lift her onto his erection.

She tried to slap his hands away and said, “No. Let me.”

But he had different ideas. “Uh-uh. You told me to show you how much I love you. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

He succeeded now in lifting her up and sliding her slowly down his shaft until her pubic bone rested against his pubic bone. They both let out a long groan at the sheer, almost painful pleasure, especially as her inner muscles were already grasping at him. Not surprising was the slickness of her channel; the man could turn her on with a mere look when he wanted to.

And he knew it.

As he did now.

Those blue eyes of his—like the summer skies over Bell Sound—were surely weapons in his sexual playbook. When he gazed at her with erotic intent, she was caught in his hypnotic scope, as surely as a sniper’s target, and would do anything he asked. Anything.

His thick dark lashes lowered, then opened slowly, lazily, as he regarded her.

Was there anything sexier than a dark-haired, blue-eyed man? Especially a blue-eyed man with wicked intentions?

While she was studying him, he stuffed a throw pillow behind his head so he could see her better. Then he put his hands on her thighs and spread her wider so he could actually see her engorged clitoris. After that, he raised his hands up to her breasts and strummed the nipples until they stood out like sentinels of arousal, creating a direct pulsing line between her breasts and her female parts. Then, putting his hands on her elbows, he pressed her arms to her sides so that she couldn’t reach for him.

“Look at you,” he rasped out. “My sweet Sal.” She must have appeared skeptical because he continued his observation, “Hot as summer sand on the Outer Banks, like sugar on a hungry man’s tongue.”

Now she did arch her brows with skepticism. Since when did her husband get all poetical?

He laughed and added, “And this man is huuuunnnngry.”

Before she could react—heck, her lower body was reacting on its own by spasming around his cock, which she could swear was growing inside of her even as he forced her to remain still—he leaned up and took her breast into his mouth. Her whole breast! And, yes, she was a cup larger since Matty’s birth, and still he managed to take her all in. He chuckled at her gasp of surprise, even as he slowly released his suctioning hold on her breast until he reached the areola, which he sucked on hard, then soft, then hard, before flicking the nipple with his tongue until she was unable to forestall the climax which hit her suddenly.

Bam!

Then, bambambambambam . . .

Even then, he didn’t stop his ministrations, just moved his mouth to her other breast.

She tried to move on him, but still he wouldn’t let her. His hands were on her hips now, preventing any movement, except that inside of her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced downward. Her breasts were wet from his laving and there were drops of moisture on their blended pubic hairs. It certainly wasn’t from his ejaculation because he was still rock-hard inside of her, still unmoving.

“How embarrassing!” she murmured.

“How sexy!” he disagreed.

She looked at him then and saw the intensity of his arousal in those gorgeous blue eyes. It was a sign of his discipline, which made him a good soldier as well as a good lover, that he could be so excited and not go trigger-happy.

“Are you convinced yet?” he asked, framing her face and pulling her down to him.

“About what?”