I wade through the water with Scherri impaled on my cock. With every step, my balls pull up tighter. With her tits bouncing, her pussy clenching and pounding down on the head of my dick it's enough to make me blow my load before I've even finished with her. She thinks it's over but it's only just started. I'm nowhere near done with her.

She's brushing her lips into the side of my neck, moaning into my rope tendon. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping and tugging as she huffs.

“Please, don't stop. I need this. I need this so bad.”

“I need you too baby,” I gruff out. I have zero intention of stopping. Maybe ever. “I've wanted this for longer than either of us can imagine.”

Every word is a massive exertion, my breath ragged as I stride up the shore and head for the widest tree trunk I can find. I ram her up into it, using both palms to cushion the collision so she doesn't get so much as a scratch on her satin skin. My forearms cage her between my chest and the trunk and I jerk my dick deeper into her so she mewls out a gasp.

“Harder,” she breathes.

I don't wanna hurt her but there's no holding back. I slam into Scherri's tight pussy over and over, while she entwines her arms back behind her, circling the trunk as she arches her back. Her lifted tits make my rod stretch and fill her more. I’m ready to blow.

“Babe, I'm not wearing a rubber,” I grit.

Talk about being caught unawares. I can't keep my hands off her soft skin, cupping the curve of her waist while I tweak and twist her big nipple points.

“S'okay,” she moans.

She's thrashing her head side to side, matching every thrust by shoving her pelvis down onto me. My soft head is butting at her cervix and still she wants me further into her.

“So good,” she moans over and over.

Her sweet lips are all swollen and tender looking. Much as I'm fit to explode I'm determined to make this first time all about Scher.

“What do you need, Baby?” I growl, the sound of a feral animal.

“You,” she mewls, struggling for air. “Just you. Always you.”

She's close now and the tugs inside her pussy as she comes close to the edge, send me half deranged. I pound into her, kissing her, squeezing her, smoothing her. I cover her tits in my massive hands, crushing her flesh until it overspills. She's so irresistibly delicious, being buried balls deep inside her makes me come alive in every cell.

I look down and see her engorged pink pussy lips folding around the root of my dick and white light sears at my brain. Her swollen clit is pushing out from her folds, all glistening and the instant I stroke my thumb pad across it, she comes completely undone.

Her hands fly to my shoulders and grip me as she convulses on my dick. I maintain her crescendo with my fingers, pulling out another set of shudders, then another. When I'm certain her fireworks have all exploded and she's about to flop into bliss, only then do I let myself go, erupting into her pussy with all the lust I've held back for so long.

When I've filled her so full, her hole is leaking, I lift her in my arms. My thighs are trembling from the draining climax but still holding her impaled on my dick, I carry her to where we left a pile of clothes and sink to the ground.

She makes a happy, satisfied little mewl as her weight settles on my head. She rotates herself onto me, her eyes closed with a blissy smile as she milks the last bit of pleasure out of me.

“Greedy little girl,” I growl, daggering into her hair to tug her head to one side and suck on her neck.

“Call me ravenous,” she whispers. “That was just so – incredible.”

“You aren't sore?”

“Hmmm?” She screws up her nose adorably as she considers the question “A little. Okay a lot, but it's lovely. It's like proof of love – or something,” she quickly adds, realizing the L-word just escaped her lips.

I laugh and stroke her hair, my dick still semi hard inside her, relishing the clutch of her tunnel and pushing back against her pulsations. This is everything I need. Have ever needed.

She takes my stubbled cheeks in her two small hands to turn my face up to her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I know what she means immediately, without her spelling it out. I know she overheard my father's kinda blatant remark. I know she wants to find out everything I've been up to since I went AWOL on her. I give an automatic shake of the head, almost imperceptible except she feels it in her palms and her eyes dig into me, seeking out what I want.

I stop to consider whether I can do this. This is Scherri. If I could talk about it to anyone in the world it would be her. She's waiting so patiently and I know whatever I decide will be okay with her. She won't ever push too hard. She'll always be waiting for me, whenever I'm ready.

“It ain't pretty,” I husk.

“Lots of things in life aren't,” she says, so softly, letting me know she's strong enough to take it. For my sake.

“The things I've seen.”

She waits. And squeezes my hand gently, letting me know she's here while I work through it. Somehow being deep inside her pussy makes the confession easier to deal with. The connection is that powerful.

“We were on an ambush that blew up in our faces. Three of us were cut off from the unit. Soames and Bolt – and me.”

Like always the horror comes barreling at me, out of the pitch black tunnel in my head. I feel every cell clench, ready for impact and yet this time the overwhelm isn't as devastating. Scherri's small palms on both my cheeks hold me there. With her. I don't disappear into the whirling mire of the past.

I force myself to relax my taut muscle. Clamping down every limb and breathing in response to the calm she's imparting.

“Soames was my best bud – the only one I had.”

Was.

“Bolt and I, we always had a snark thing rolling between us, right from the beginning. I dunno why? Too many alpha males in the room if I'm honest.”

She squeezes my hand lightly again and this time holds the pressure.

“We were cut off from the vehicles. Soames and Bolt were both down. Bolt was more badly wounded so I picked him up and carried him out, we both took more hits, skin wounds, but we made it. Then I turned to go back for Soames but it was too late. The insurgents were swarming in, cutting him off from the Humvee and me. Bolt pulled me inside the truck, then the other guys helped him. I fought them off. I had to go back for my buddy. But-”

“Oh god, how terrible for you, my Baby. But you had no choice.”

Thank fuck she doesn't say 'I'm sorry'. Always so redundant when people struggle to say something that eases their discomfort.

“I left my best bud to die. Alone. While that bastard survived.”

“You were still hostile with each other? After all that?”

“Fucking worse. Every time he looked at me, he gave me some cocky douchebag smirk. And it was like he was taunting me for leaving Soamesy behind.”

“Baby, it was not your fault.”

I crush her tight into my chest and hold her there until I can breathe again.