Chapter Thirty
Gillian
Dwayne carried me into the bedroom, where he laid me down and fell down on top of me, the full force of his massive body pressing against mine as he proceeded to devour my lips, my neck, behind my ears. Every touch was another bead of warmth, creating an amber glow, like a haze of opiates that compounded when his hands reached up under my shirt, behind my back. He pulled me up and whipped my bra off, then threw my shirt onto the ground with it.
He transformed into a monster. With a snarl, he dove down, his hands roaming down my stomach. The amber glow had become a sizzling fire storm that rushed down my body, spreading over my chest, my arms, into the tips of my fingers, and my stomach, where it settled.
His cock was grinding against my legs, pressing through his jeans and rubbing up against my thigh. It was rock hard, as ready as I was, but this wasn’t about the race. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same loving care he gave to the first, then back to my lips.
His hand grazed my belt loop and locked on. He sat up, threw off his shirt, and pulled back. His cock pulled down my leg. “Let’s get rid of this,” he said as he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. Goosebumps were popping up over my skin from the cold air, but he was warm and solid, spreading my legs now, so he could fall down on top of me. He was grinding his cock against my clit through his jeans while he worshipped me with his lips.
The firestorm became a raging blast, fueled by the feeling of his cock pressing deeper. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, and I was already overwhelmed with it. He traced his finger down my chest, over my stomach, and rubbed my clit slowly while he watched my reaction. “I’ll never get over that face you make.”
I pulled his head down and kissed him while he slid my panties down my legs. It was so smooth, I barely noticed what he was doing until he rose up and pulled down his pants. He moved his hand over his shaft, letting the skin pull over his head.
“You look so sexy, watching me like that.”
“I’ve got a pretty nice view myself.”
“Yeah?”
He was rubbing my clit now, his hand still stroking his cock while he stood over me, watching my reaction. He bared his teeth and dove his finger through me, hitting the spot instantly. A spark flew through me. I felt a wave pounding down over my body, a soft shudder at first, then a quick burst and finally a waterfall that washed over me.
He was watching the entire time, stroking himself until he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed me by the ankles and pushed his cock past my lips, into my body. My head shot back, and I let out a soft cry.
“You’re so tight.” He drove in deeper, hit my spot, and went into a frenzy, pounding, slipping in and out, faster now. I pushed into him, my body begging for more. He obliged happily and drilled through so deep I could feel his balls.
He lost control, in and out, in and out, and the sound of his body slamming against mine fueled the fire that was raging inside. This was molten metal, pure passion, a volcano growing larger and larger. When this beast exploded, there would be nothing left of me, but that sensation, the sweet burn. I knew it was coming. I could feel the pressure rising.
He was grunting, moving so fast I couldn’t keep track. I could see the strain of his face and smell the sweat pouring down his chest. There was no denying that he was facing the same monstrous beast I was, and he was rushing headlong into it, carrying me with him.
I couldn’t take it. “Ah!” The pressure was building, and I was going to explode.
“Ooh,” his long drawl was the catalyst. He collapsed on top of me, his lips against mine as the fire spread, so fast I couldn’t stop it. The explosion drove my head back against the pillow. The rush was a force so compelling that, as it spread throughout my body, seemed to destroy everything it touched, leaving behind nothing but raw pleasure and the sense that I was watching the fire rage through him.
His lips were fueling it, dragging it down, rubbing it in. It didn’t go away, not at first. It just rolled through, over and over, until he fell down beside me and pulled me in so that my head was resting against his chest where it belonged.
“We won’t get to do this again for a while,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I pulled back to look at him, confused.
“I’m going to be working nights now, and you work during the day. We won’t get to see each other.”
“You’ll find a way, though, won’t you?”
“I’ll do everything I can.”
I sighed and laid back to look up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna miss sleeping next to you.”
“It won’t be for long.”
“Are you sure that it’s safe for you to be going there?”
Dwayne turned to face me. “When I first arrived in Afghanistan, they took us into a village near the southern border. It was like stepping thousands of years back in time. There was no electricity, no running water, no phones.
“The people wore the same rags that their parents had worn when they were children, and their parents wore before that. The women weren’t allowed to go outside, and they couldn’t show their bodies to anyone, so they covered themselves in dirty, sweat-stained burkas that smelled like they hadn’t washed in years. The men were no better. They didn’t shower or shave. In fact, I think shaving was banned.
“Anyways, they took us to the local police office, where we were supposed to make camp for the night. It was surreal. The police were three boys, no older than fifteen, each with fully automatic weapons that they propped up against the ruined, mud brick walls of the tiny square building they called a police station.” He paused for a moment, lost in the memory.
“Things went well. The boys were nice. They smoked a lot of opium, so they didn’t give us any trouble, and we rested. We built a fire in the center of the room and roasted hot dogs and laughed. Late that night, one of the other soldiers went out to take a leak, and suddenly, we heard gunshots all around us, coming from all sides.
“I ran to get my gun and saw one of the boys fall over with a bullet in his head. I rushed outside, grabbed a grenade, and threw it in the direction of the gunfire, then dove back into the police station to get away from the blast. When I came out, the guy who went out to pee was leaning against a wall, crying his eyes out. He was covered in blood spray.
“That was my life for ten years.”
“How do you deal with that?”
He turned away from me and stared up at the ceiling, then snapped his eyes shut with a sharp intake of breath.
“You don’t, do you? Do you still see it, Dwayne?”
He pressed his lips together.
“Dwayne…”
“I don’t see it when I’m with you.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“They say it’ll go away with time, and it’s not that bad.”
“You get flashbacks?”
“What I’m trying to say is that I’ve been at war for ten years, and the men I’ve fought were no better than animals. They were so desperate, they’d have blown up their own families just to kill us. One punk with a knife isn’t going to stop me.”
“Life has a way of getting to you like that. It’s ironic the way things work. It’d be just like the fates to throw you under the bus now that you’re happy.”
He laughed. “Those old hags can’t hurt me.”
“I’m going to ask you again, and I need you to promise this time because last time you didn’t. You dodged me.”
“What?”
“Don’t jump in front of any bullets, Dwayne. If there’s danger, do what they ask or run. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I promise.”
“You better not go back on that.”
“No,” he kissed me. “You’re right. It’s not just about me, is it?”
“No, it isn’t.” I rested my head on his shoulder where it belonged. “What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“A flashback.”
“The world fades, and I forget where I am. I see the sands and relive the things I’ve done. It’s gruesome and painful, and I can’t control it.”
“What do you see?”
“Pain, torture, desperation — things so sick I couldn’t even talk about them. Most of us go through it. We just don’t talk about it. If we do, they discharge us. But you changed all that. You bring me back.”
“Is that why you were so stiff before?”
“Maybe. It happens more when I’m anxious.”
“Then I’ll do everything I can to relax you.” I pecked him on the cheek.