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He doesn’t stop or wait for an answer. I feel his hands move between us. His cock swipes up and down my pussy, teasing me, forcing her to chase his movements, unable to stand, not being filled by him. “What do you want, Karcin? Tell me, Corazon.” His eyes plead with me to share his feelings, and I would be less of a soldier if I ran from the fear inside of me.
“You, Manny. I want you.” His eyes twinkle before he slides inside of me, slowly and with reverence. “Yes.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Nothing feels as good as you, Corazon. Nothing.” In and out, and he takes me, whispering words I don’t always understand, but the way he speaks them lets me know they are words from his love language, and they translate to my heart. “Christ, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel the connection, Karcin? Do you know what it means?” His words spur his own actions. He moves faster and faster; his frenzy is high. I know I am supposed to answer him, but I can only ride the wave of each pull and shove between my legs. He fills me wall to wall, like a glove sewn onto a hand.
“Manny!” I yell for him when his thumb flicks my clit.
“I need you to come for me, baby. Let go and drain me,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hitting my neck, sending chills up my spine. “I ‘ve got you, Karcin.” Always. He says that last part is so low I almost miss it. He kisses me like I am something he has been searching for his entire life. It feels like a conversation between soulmates, spoken into the wind and carried by petals of roses. I fall, following his words over the abyss. His face transforms, and he becomes a man on a mission. “Fuck! Your pussy is draining me, baby. I want to slow down and savor this, but God damn, your pussy feels silk and molten heat. I am going to fill you up and make you lay here until it binds us together.” My pussy contracts at the prospect of being pregnant, connected to him forever. I cum again, crying and calling out for him. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” he growls his release into the air before falling and rolling me on top of him.
“Wow.” I gasp, kissing his chest and catching my breath.
“Yeah. I know.” He kisses my head and rubs my back. Why would a woman ever leave the bed before they wake up when they can have this?
“Are you hungry, baby?” I nod my head laughing as my stomach answers the question.
“Come one on, let me feed you, then I need to go to a meeting.”
I watch as he makes his way around my kitchen like it is second nature to him. After the eggs and bacon are done, we sit and eat, lust-filled glances exchanged. Before I know it, we are done, and he is leaving. “I want to see you again, Karcin. This was not a one-time thing,” he says against my mouth, pulling me into him.
“I would like that.”
“Good.” He smacks my ass before heading to his car. “Lock the door, baby. I will call you in a bit.”
“Bye.” My voice, I know, sounds pathetic, but I can’t stop the dreamy sound it makes. Holy shit! That man is amazing. I begin cleaning up when I hear my phone ring. And here goes my dad. Damn it.
“Karcin,” he commands when I answer the phone.
“Hi, Dad. What’s up?”
“You were spotted at the Piccolo with Lieutenant Colonel Manny Delgado last night, and from what I understand, it didn’t look innocent.” Shit. This is the part I was not looking forward to.
“It’s not a big deal. We…”
“It most certainly is a big deal, soldier,” he yells into the phone, interrupting my excuse. “It is conduct unbecoming, not to mention unethical, and could get you fired and him a court martial. What about how this looks on me? You are his doctor, and he is your patient.” There it is. It always comes back to him how it will make him look. Never mind the fact that I am a person. A woman with feelings and wants and needs. How long will I have to give up everything for this position?
“What about the fact that I am not just a soldier… Sir, I am a woman, and you know, contrary to popular beliefs, I am also your daughter. Maybe you should start acting like it. My whole life has been about conduct unbecoming. You have been an unbecoming conduct kind of father, and I have had enough.” Slamming the phone down, I shock myself at the guts it took me to do that. The problem is he is right about most of it. It may not be what I want to hear, but I have to stop seeing him. Nothing can stop the tears now.
