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Her silver eyes are half-lidded as they glance between us to see where we’re physically connected. But we’re connected emotionally too. I feel it in every atom of my being, even as my cock pulses with my arousal, blood pounding, heart beating with my consuming need for her.
“Fletch,” Grace whimpers as I rotate my hips. “Ah!”
I don’t give her time to catch her breath. I work my hips between her thighs, grinding my cock into her and forcing her to take me even deeper. I pull back again, her cries of pleasure music to my ears as I drive in.
And then I don’t stop.
It seems like I’ve wanted her this way for an eternity, needing her even in my sleep as I’ve woken at night fucking my mattress. My pace is frenzied once I’m sure she’s no longer in pain. She’s new to intimacy, butfuck, my Grace takes me deep, and she takes me well.
Her nails rake over my back, and her marking me only heightens my desire. It’s primal and animalistic, pushing me to mark her too.
I lean, pulsing my hips in quick thrusts, and nip her neck before sucking on her sensitive flesh. I growl in satisfaction when her helpless moan reaches my ears.
“Your cunt takes me so well, Gracie,” I rumble, my voice a guttural rasp.
“More,” she whimpers, her brow furrowing. “Please, Fletch. I need more.”
Jesus, this woman is everything.
My gaze narrows on the mark I’ve left on the side of her neck, and I pin her hips, keeping her still when she begins to squirm.
“Oh, shit!” she cries as I fuck her even harder. “Oh, I’m—”
Her inner walls flutter around my cock, and her back arches off the bed, her nipples budding hard as she begins to orgasm with an intensity that makes her scream.
“Fuck,” I grate, my breath wrenched from my lungs. “Fuck!”
Her cunt clenches around on me. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right.
A harsh snarl escapes me, and I bellow my release into her neck. My body jerks as my cum shoots forward, sizzling up my shaft and emptying inside my woman. Ecstasy sears me in punishing wave after punishing wave.
“Gracie,” I rasp, shuddering over her. “You’re fuckingmine.”
I catch her mouth and kiss her deeply, her heart thundering against mine as she whimpers the last of her climax.
Her sharp inhale reaches my ears as I rock my hips into her, grinding into her sensitive, heated flesh. I’m still hard inside her, my need barely doused.
“A-again?” she whispers, her eyes molten with pleasure.
“Again.”
* * *
Grace nestles against my side,my hand in her hair, and her breaths teasing over my chest as I begin to talk.
“My best friend, Joel, and I were stationed in Helmand, Afghanistan. We were with six other soldiers, three Afghan National Army soldiers, and an interpreter. I remember the mud sucking at my boots from the storm the previous day as we headed out. The temperature had dropped a little with the storm, but it was still humid. We were carrying sixty-pound packs, so after a few hours, my shoulders were stiff, my legs were aching, and I was soaked with sweat.”
I pause, noting how easy it is to spill my story under the veil of the darkness with Grace’s warm body keeping me grounded. She doesn’t say anything; she just kisses my chest and waits for me to continue.
“Joel and I waved at a local man sitting on a wall as we passed through his village. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, staring at the sky. Couldn’t hear a bloody thing, but I could taste metal and smell the chemicals. I looked around and remember thinking, ‘Shit, the road is red. Why is it fucking red?’ I tried to get up but fell back into the dust. I crawled to Joel, who was lying face down, completely motionless. He'd taken the brunt of the IED.”
I pause, dragging in a deep breath as I relive the worst moments of my life.
“The rest of the team was behind us and were mostly uninjured. I kept yelling at them to let me do my job as they pulled me off Joel. I didn’t know the extent of my injuries at that point. There was no pain. That came when I woke up two days later in a German hospital. My best friend was dead, and part of my left leg was missing.”
I turn my head, bracing myself for the pity in Grace’s eyes. But I should’ve known there would be none, just her clear, compassionate gaze swirling with pride and desire.
Shit, this woman is fucking everything.
