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"No." Still leaning over her, he swept one of the light brown strands away from her face, and he felt like he was seeing her for the first time. "It's like I'm finally getting to see you, not the ice princess."
Tamara let her hands drift across his chest, following the lines of his body like she was trying to memorize it. "I've been here all a
long."
"I know." And he did Deep down in a place he didn't ever think about or consider, he'd known.
Ever since he'd been exiled from the Marines, part of him had been searching for something to fill that hole—she hadn't been wrong when she'd called him out on that. With Tamara, there was a connection, a sense of belonging that was far stronger than any other he'd ever experienced. If he didn't know better, he'd think it was love.
"I'm not sure I like that look."
"What look is that?" he asked, leaning down to nibble along her neck. A little distraction never hurt.
"The one that says you're thinking too hard when you should be doing other things." She smacked his ass, still covered by his jeans. "Get these off and come show me that the other night wasn't just a fluke, cowboy."
He stood up, planting himself between her splayed legs, and tipped an imaginary cowboy hat. "Yes, ma'am."
He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. After taking out a condom, he tossed the wallet onto the table next to where her bra had landed and shucked off his jeans. She was all sensual moves and tempting curves as she stood up and took the condom out of his hand.
"Here. Let me." She ripped open the foil package.
Arguing wasn't on his agenda. So he closed his eyes and recalled football stats as she gripped his cock in her cool hand, giving him a few leisurely strokes, before rolling the condom on. Even that small touch from her was enough to make his balls tingle.
"You promised me a turn on the table."
He glanced back at the little table littered with cards, her bra and his wallet. It had wobbled while they'd been playing cards. Fucking on it might mean the end of the thing. "Next time." He sat down on the bed and curled a finger at her. "Come here."
She did so without argument, swaying her hips with ever step. It was a sight he wouldn't ever get tired of seeing.
"You're beautiful."
"You ain't so bad yourself." She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be."
He couldn't fucking wait.
She got on the bed, straddling him, and lowered herself down onto his cock, taking him as deep as he could go. He had half a breath to enjoy her tight hold before she rotated her hips and rode his cock like they'd both been made for this, for each other. She pressed her palms against his chest and her arms framed her generous tits. The temptation to touch was one he wasn't about to deny.
Reading up, he took her nipples between his finger and thumb and rolled the hard flesh, eliciting a low moan from her parted lips. Wanting to hear that sweet sound again, he tugged them gently and curled upward so he could circle one pink nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh God, yes," she cried out, leaning back and pressing her hips into him.
The move allowed him to sit all the way up. He slid his hands around to her back to help her maintain her balance as she continued to ride him, picking up her pace and doing a figure eight thing with her hips that made his balls tighten. God, he was close. He wanted her there with him.
He pulled her close, angling his hips so that her clit hit his pubic bone with each downward stroke.
"Fuck yes," they called out together.
She ground her wet folds against him, clinging to him, massaging his cock with every stroke until he was on the edge of coming. He grabbed her full hips with the intention of slowing her down and making it last, but instinct took over. He lifted his hips and pulled her down hard on his cock again and again as she undulated, rubbing herself against him.
He couldn’t wait. He already had played on the edge for too long. Already his balls were tight, ready to spill.
The slap of their bodies meeting filled his ears and a musky scent surrounded them. Her body, so warm and smooth underneath his palms, pushed him to go faster but he wanted to draw it out a little bit longer, just a little bit longer. He could make it last. Hold her longer. Bring her closer. Make her his. But then her body stiffened and her wetness squeezed his cock as she came. Her orgasm milked his cock and he gave in. His climax hit him and everything went black. He held onto Tamara like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
They collapsed together on the bed. Too tired to do more than wrap her up in his arms and brush a kiss across her forehead, he did just that before drifting off in the way that only a man who'd found his home could.
Chapter 22
Tamara
