“Where’s the drone? We need to take out the target!”
My hands were caked with sand while I fiddled with the control panel as fast as I could, doing my best to block out the loud explosions of rapid fire.
We weren’t prepared for the ambush, and my racing heart was doing its best to not give out. We would have been toast like the rest of camp if the Sargent hadn’t been blessed with intuition and ears like a bat. He had been odd all night around the fire, shaking his head and looking over his shoulder as if the enemy were nearby. He even wanted to head out earlier than we’d planned, but I’d bartered with him, giving him a hard time for not allowing our group enough rest. We left for our mission just early enough to get out before the enemy began to attack our base, leaving us dead between their front men and our fellow service members.
The temperature in the desert had dropped significantly that night, causing the sand to moisten underneath the hard rocks we were hiding behind. The sun was still an hour from rising, the air filled with more than the chill of evil.
“We’ve got to take out their main weapon before they destroy the whole base camp,” Sarg instructed, peeking over top one of the large rocks. I swallowed, trying to contain my shaking hands while I loaded my own gun.
Being a soldier was in my blood, Sarg told me, but I was a chicken shit at this moment, with enemies all around, and the only hope for the rest of the troops would be my aim.
“Their main bundle of troops firing his twenty degrees northwest. You need to send the drone, NOW!” He demanded, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Now!”
Taking a deep breath, I placed the last piece of ammunition on the drone, readying myself to send it, but my fear was overpowering.
“You can do this,” Sarg encouraged. He was always so hard headed and demanding, but his smooth tone gave me the courage I needed. “Martell will cover you, now GO!”
I gave him a nod, then flew to my stomach, crawling along the harsh rocks mixed with the damp sand. Gun fire shrieked in my ears as I crawled, the trigger of Martell’s gun locked and loaded as he followed on my heels. This was my job. My father had raised me for it. I’d get to the correct spot and launch, it was only another ten feet away.
All of the drills and middle of the night pretend raids were supposed to prepare me for this, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t get the drone there in time, and my entire body jolted from the massive boom that exploded from the direction we had just left.
Right where the rest of my troop was.
Including Sarg.
I sucked in a gulp of air and flew upright from the couch. My chest was tight, air desperate to move in and out of my lungs. My heart was racing, sweat dripping from my temples and down the middle of my back. The dream that had jolted me awake hadn’t haunted me in almost a year.
Once my heart had found its normal pace, I tucked the glock from underneath the couch in the back of my shorts and stood from the couch, running my hands through my hair. The dreams were never easy, and were more intense when I felt vulnerable. Cora was peeling apart my layers, and I was going to have to get a grip on reality if I were going to let her into my life.
Finding the glasses in the kitchen, I filled it with water, pounding it down, willing it to help pull me back to the now and away from my past.
A creak caught my attention, and my back straightened, the hairs on my neck sticking straight up between the beads of sweat. Setting the glass down, I moved my eyes to the hallway where the sound came from. Just as I was about to lift the gun from behind my shorts, a timid, wide-eyed, caramel haired beauty poked her head around the corner. Her hair cascaded around her shoulder, fluffed and mused, no longer up in a ponytail like before. She was a sexy sight for my pained eyes.
I froze, untucking the gun from my shorts and lowering it below the island, thankful it was out of her sight. “Did I wake you?” I asked, clearing my throat, opening a cupboard below the island. I set the gun inside behind a box of cat treats then rose back up.
“No,” she said softly, tiptoeing around the corner and toward me. She held a pillow to her chest for cover. “I heard a noise. I assumed it was you, but I’m paranoid.”
We had that in common. “So, I did wake you, but you’re just too nice to tell me otherwise.”
She walked around the island counter until we were a few feet apart.
“I was sleeping so soundly. Something I haven’t done in a long time.”
“I could tell by the way you were snoring,” I teased. “Heard you all the way out here.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “I don’t snore!”
I merely shrugged my shoulders.
Shaking her head, she slapped my arm playfully, her fingertips gently stroking where she had smacked me. Now we were standing only inches apart.
My eyes danced with humor, and she knew I was only kidding with her.
“Have you slept?”
I pointed to the empty glass on the counter. “A little. I was thirsty.”
She nodded her head, her eyes finding the glow of the television. “Were you sleeping on the couch?”
I nodded. “I wanted to be close by if you needed me.”
“That’s sweet of you.” Her voice was small when she spoke, her fingers lightly tracing circles along my bicep.
I searched her face, trying to figure out what was going on in that beautiful brain of hers.
Bravely, she removed the pillow from covering her chest, setting it on the island counter. To my pleasant surprise, she was shirtless. My eyes roamed downward with no shame, completely forgetting the terrible nightmare I had only minutes ago. Her breasts were perky and full, and the gentleman inside of me was smacking the back of my head to look away, but I ignored him.
“Come to bed with me, Jake,” Cora purred, her voice low and seductive.
My eyes snapped to hers. She was biting her lip, a come hither stare pointed my way. My cock stirred in my shorts. Did she really want this right now?
Her arms snuck around my waist, her pebbled nipples tempting my chilled skin.
She trailed her fingers up and down my spine. “Are you okay? You’re sweaty and a bit clammy.”
I nodded, claiming her lips with my mouth. She didn’t need to know the real reason why I was awake.
She hummed into my mouth, her tongue demanding entrance. I hugged her close, both my hands sliding down her back and to her ass, gripping each cheek tightly. I needed her this way. I was pent up and anxious, and the ache for Cora was making me insane with lust.
I dug my hands under her shorts in search for skin, finding lace. She moaned against my mouth when I spread her cheeks, my fingers dangerously close to her hot entrance. I rubbed overtop the lace, my mouth leaving hers and searching for her neck. She groaned, her hands grasping chunks of my hair. She wanted this just as badly as I did. I could tell by the rise and fall of her chest, the slick heat moistening her panties, how her body trembled as I sucked on her neck. My fingers itched to enter her, feel the warm and soft place that I craved to explore with multiple parts of my body.
This wasn’t the timid Cora. She said she was worried she’d freak out if we were intimate, and I was willing to take that risk.
She reached behind her, grabbing a hold of my wrists and breaking our embrace.
“Come to bed,” she panted, walking backward.
I caught up with her, picking her up and latching her legs around my waist.
She clung onto the back of my neck with her hands, licking her lips with intent. I nuzzled between her breasts while I carried her, nipping gently and licking, finding my way to one pert nipple. She moaned as I suckled, grasping my hair and shoving my head into her chest.
We tumbled to the bed, her flat on her back and me on top. I stayed focused on her luscious tits, kissing and licking one nipple, rubbing my cheeks between them before finding the other. She arched her back, her core searching for friction.
Unable to slow myself down, I dove one hand downward, cupping and massaging her mound over the top of her shorts. She groaned, wiggling beneath me.
“Jake, please,” she begged.
Tugging a nipple between my teeth, I slipped my hand under her shorts, finding the smooth warmth of her pubic bone, traveling lower to her hot center. She was primed and ready, my fingers barely finding any traction as they entered her tight hole.
“Oh yes,” I hissed. “You’re frisky right now, aren’t you, Love?”
She sighed in relief as I stroked her, her hips grinding onto my hand.
Taking my lips from her nipple, I watched her reaction, pumping my hand in a steady rhythm. Her jaw was relaxed yet her eyes were clenched closed. She was absolutely gorgeous. She needed to come, more than once and hard. I wanted to blow her mind.
I removed my hand, only so I could peel down her shorts and panties. She helped kick them off in a hurry. Both my hands massaged from her ankles to her calves, slowly inching open her legs. She quivered slightly, her mangled breath loud in my ears. “Be patient.” I warned, kissing the inside of her knee.
Her head dipped back into the pillow as my mouth trailed higher up her thigh. She knew where I was headed. Her chest heaved in anticipation, both her hands on either side of the pillow. She was a beautiful sight against the moonlight, and my balls drew up when I found the center of her thighs.
The hypnotic scent of her excitement filled my nostrils, and a guttural growl escaped from my chest. “You’re divine, Love.”
She giggled and squirmed when I ran my nose along her folds. I popped my head up, holding her legs open when she tried to close them. “Don’t get shy on me now, romance writer.”
She covered her face with both hands, her hair falling into a beautiful mess around her face. “I know, I know, it’s just been a really, really long time since anyone has gone down there, and he wasn’t very nice about it.”
I furrowed my brows at her. “What do you mean?”
She peeked through her hands, her eyes big and ashamed.
Clenching my jaw, I controlled my anger. I hated her ex, more and more by the second. He was a greedy moron who didn’t know what he had. Planting myself back between her legs, I grasped her thighs, spreading her legs open so I could feast on her.
“You smell amazing, pretty and pink. My mouth is watering at the sight of how wet for me you are.”
A tremor ran through her thighs at my words. “Forget whatever that fuckface said to you. He clearly didn’t know a good pussy when he saw one.”
Her hands went back to covering her face, no doubt she was still self-conscious.
That wouldn’t be the case soon, I was settled in and eager to set off some fireworks. She deserved to be spoiled with orgasms. No doubt her eyes would be on me before I was done with her. She was a watcher if I had to guess, and having those emerald eyes on me while I ate her out would be exciting.
I blew up her sex, slipping my tongue between her lips, trailing along the soft skin. Her legs quivered while I explored each side, then dragged between the two until I found her swollen bud. When I circled it, she withered. I grinned with satisfaction, continuing the agonizing pace. Slow and steady always won the race with a woman, especially when they were stuck in their own heads.
Her hands soon fell from her face, grasping the sheets at her sides. She no longer fought my hold on her legs, but began grinding her hips against the movement. My dick was hard as stone with her body’s reaction to my mouth. I was eager and ready to be surrounded by her warmth.
Keeping my tongue in rhythm with her hips, I released one of her thighs, inching my fingers between her slick heat. She gasped when I toyed with the rim of her entrance, her hips halting at the dual sensation. Flattening my tongue against her sensitive nub, I inserted two thick fingers.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her body contorting with pleasure. The mere sight of her on the brink of orgasm was erotic. Watching her mouth form a delicate O, her legs trembling, her hands clenching the sheets while her back arched deeper into the mattress… I shuddered from the view. The glow of the moon caught the contours of her stomach muscles flexing with each raspy breath, and I couldn’t look away while I devoured her. I was on the verge of blowing even without being touched.
Keeping the same motion with my tongue on her clit, I continued the gentle in and out strokes, rubbing the bubble that was near bursting inside of her. I ached to fill her, but knew she needed to be good and primed before I entered her with my cock. I wasn’t an average size, and making the moment I’d longed for uncomfortable would kill the dream.
“Jake,” she croaked, her hand finding the top of my head, one leg hitching onto my shoulder. Her hips ground against my face, and I nuzzled against her heat, applying infinite pressure with my tongue.
A rush of warmth seeped down my fingers and flooded my mouth, and I knew she was moments away from losing herself. Her soft, quick breaths became louder, forming incoherent words the faster my tongue pulsed. Sinking my fingers in as far as they would go, I rubbed rapidly, and the dam broke.
Cora withered on the bed, her thighs shaking with the quake of her orgasm. Her clit throbbed in my mouth, smacking against my greedy tongue. Both of her hands were grasping my scalp, fistfuls of hair in either hand while she rode out the high.
My mouth left her nub, switching places with her clenching core, lapping up her orgasm as if I needed it to breath. She was so deliciously soaked, and I was starved for her.
Her trembling hands yanked on my head for me to leave her core, but I wasn’t ready. She was still coming, and my lips wanted more. Swiping my chin up her drenched slit, I found her clit again, sucking on the pulsing bud of nerves.
“Ahh…” she groaned, squeezing her thigh around my shoulders. The quake inside of her began to dull, but I was bringing her back to the brim. Cora would come in my mouth again, then I’d stuff her snug hole with my cock.
My passion was intense now, both my hands finding her luscious tits. Her back bowed, helping them to fill my hands while I licked and sucked her so intimately. Both her legs were wrapped around my shoulders now, her hips bucking wildly.
I groaned into her core, sending vibrations throughout her whole pussy, so ready for her flood gates to open and pour into my mouth once again. She would be good and soaked, ready for us to become as close as possible.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I grunted into her sweet flesh.
She moaned at my words, her hands clenching around mine on her breasts.
Her core tightened again, the flicker of her clit mingled with my tongue. Her hoarse voice mumbled into the night air, and she exploded again.
She screamed out my name, her whole body convulsing from my tireless mouth. I lifted my chin and gasped for a breath, then worked my way up her pelvis with my tongue. She cupped the back of my neck, urging me to travel up her body. My mouth stole suckles on each nipple of her breasts on my journey upward to her beautiful face.
Her mouth lunged for mine, her orgasmic pleas filling my mouth, her tongue searching madly for mine. She licked her taste from my tongue, moaning from the exquisiteness.
“See how good you taste?” I murmured against her lips once she finally released me for a breath.
Cora only grunted, diving back for more kisses.
Her leg hitched around my waist, her hips eagerly rubbing her clit against the shaft of my cock. I hissed through my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing to keep from losing myself.
I ran my nose along hers. “Eager, are we, Love?”
Her lashes fluttered and her hands trickled up my spine, sending goosebumps along my back and through my arms. I hadn’t had a woman’s touch have such an effect on my senses since I was in my early twenties, if at all.
“What if I am?” She whispered, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Just want to make sure you’re ready is all,” I said softly, my words having a deeper meaning.
She nodded, stroking the back of my neck delicately. “Only for you, Jake.”
I smiled down at her, adjusting until I was at her entrance. Her legs slacked around my waist and her breathing steadied. Her chest was rising at a slower pace, matching mine. When she gazed into my eyes, I lost my own breath. She was so beautiful, real and alive underneath me, her hair fanned across the pillow. The green of her eyes melted with mine, yet terrified me at the same time.
They were haunted and full of vulnerabilities, searching for acceptance. She needed a knight in shining armor, someone who would keep her safe and respect her for the amazing woman she was.
“I’ve been imagining this in my head for quite some time,” I confessed, inching forward, savoring the special moment.
She took a sharp inhale and my brows furrowed. “Is this okay?”
Her eyes opened and she shook her head. “No, just go slow at first. Let me get used to you.”
“Oh, I plan to take my time tonight,” I murmured across her lips. “I’ve dreamed about this every night for years.”
Her palms flattened on my lower back, urging me to fill her more than the lone inch I’d gone. She was snug, sucking me in between her walls.
She held her breath while I cautiously filled her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when my scrotum brushed her backside. Both her arms clung around me, squeezing me to her chest and burying her head into the crook of my neck.
“Am I hurting you?” I grunted, keeping my movements still.
“No,” she said in a hush against my skin. “Just be careful with me.”
I lifted my head so she couldn’t hide. I knew she was getting at more than just this moment in time.
Brushing a few strands from her forehead, I whispered, “Always.”
Her eyes searched, biting her lip. She was trying to contain her emotions, whether they were for me or how fucked up her past was, I couldn’t tell. I’d hoped like hell it was because we had finally found each other through the fog of betrayals that had caused destruction in our lives.
My gut told me she wouldn’t do that.
She was the light I had been searching for to find meaning in my life.
Moving my hips at an achingly slow pace, I withdrew, then pushed back inside of her. She winced the first few strokes, but soon her hips were meeting mine. Our breathing increased with each thrust.
She rubbed her hands up and down my back, her nails biting into my skin when I hit her sweet spot. I stilled, rotating my hips when I found it, stimulating her with the very tip of my cock. She withered underneath me, her walls tightening around my shaft as I circled.
I was heaving now, my balls drawing up in anticipation to erupt. I wanted to fill her for days, let my seed seep into her, but at the same time, we needed to be responsible.
Her lips chanted, “Yes, yes, yes…” against mine, and the hot heat of her faint whispers grew into moans of pleasure, causing my own undoing.
I pumped faster, giving into the slick heat of her vibrating hole. She moaned uncontrollably while her body spasmed underneath me. Three more thrusts, and I reluctantly pulled out in the knick of time, spurting hotly on her stomach. I grunted into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping underneath the curve of her back while I continued to come on her skin.
Once Cora calmed from the fireworks that detonated inside of her, she went lax against the mattress, my still shaking forearms probably uncomfortable against the contour of her back.
My body joined hers in exhaustion, concaving on top of her, the sticky mess I’d left on her tummy now blended with mine.
I peered at her, worried she’d be irritated from where I’d released, but only a sated smile was spread across her lips, her eyes closed with satisfaction.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered. “Don’t move.”
She barely nodded, her hands finding the sides of the pillow when our bodies became untwined.
I found the bathroom, wiping my stomach with a washcloth.
Damn, you’d have thought I hadn’t beaten off in years by how much semen I expelled.
Rinsing out the washcloth, I crept back to the guest room where Cora still lay in the same position. She was grinning, her eyes closed, and her hand was drawing lines from her navel to her pelvis.
My cock that should have been spent, twitched at the sight. She was rubbing my swimmers into her skin. I stood and watched her with my jaw open, my dick becoming half-mast. She was enjoying my splooge on her, the complete opposite of how I thought she’d react.
Taking a deep inhale to calm my naughty thoughts, I tiptoed to the bed, sitting down next to her.
Her eyelids fluttered open and her hand left her skin and found her side.
“Sorry about that,” I coughed, gently running the warm washcloth over her tummy. “I’ve already lost my manners and didn’t use a condom.”
She smirked, raising her hand to her lips. My hand stilled and I watched intently, my heart racing as she licked her fingers that had my semen on them. If my shaft wasn’t hard from watching her play with my jizz, it was a solid rock now.
She giggled from my jaw dropping and stilling my movements. “I’m sorry, that was probably weird.”
“You tasting my come? Never. In fact, if you ever want it straight from the tap, by all means…” I chuckled, continuing to rub the damp cloth from her stomach to her mound, gently massaging her intimates.
She sighed and closed her eyes. “That feels really nice, Jake, but I don’t think I can handle any more orgasms until I get some sleep.”
My lip twitched upward into a smile. “Good thing sleeping is allowed in this house. In fact, I don’t even have an alarm clock in this room, so your eyes can close for as long as they’d like.”
She grinned, nuzzling her head into the pillow.
Once I was done removing the stickiness from her delicate skin, I stood from the bed, but her hand grabbed my wrist.
“Jake, please don’t go,” she said with a yawn.
My heart hammered in my chest. “I’m only going to rinse this and toss it in the hamper, maybe grab a glass of water. Would you like one as well?”
She nodded, her eyes remaining closed. “Then you’ll have to come back to me.”
“Never planned on leaving you, Love.”