When it came I held still to let her get used to my length and weight inside her, before starting to move again. She hissed but her p***y was flowing and her ass was moving back and forth pulling her on and off my d**k.
I looked down between us at the length of my c**k as it disappeared into her, her juices and mine coating my meat as it slid easily back and forth, pulling her pink p***y lips out with each outward stroke only to have them disappear again when I went back in.
"Does it still hurt?" I was looking for blood on my c**k, it wouldn't be the first time, but I didn't like that s**t even though she said it was natural for someone my size, I wasn't sure about that s**t. She shook her head no, her voice trapped in her lungs from the pleasure.
"Why did you let me c*m inside you?" I wasn't sure if she was on the pill this time, she hadn't been the last time, but that was another story. We were a million miles away from home and everyday could've been our last, people tend to think different in those kinds of situations. But this was different.
There was no excuse; we were both a little older and a lot wiser. "I like to feel you." Her innocent answer given so softly was almost more than I could take. I hadn't expected her to be that honest about it, thought for sure she would try to hide from me.
I slipped out of her and turned her around in my arms so that I could see her. With our eyes locked together, I picked her up and wrapped her legs around me before reaching down beneath her ass to put my d**k back in her. "Ride my cock." She did her best in this position to take as much of me inside her to play with as she could, teasing the first few inches of my d**k with her silk walls, but I was soon ready to f**k her into the marble floor. "Quit f*****g around baby."
That's when her playful side came out. I'd forgotten how she likes to tease the s**t outta me when she gets into a certain mood, hadn't been expecting that to show up anytime soon either. Her head went back on her shoulders as she tightened her arms around my neck and moved her p***y on and off my c**k.
I lowered my head and took one of her n*****s into my mouth, her n*****s were always sensitive to my touch and I felt the answering pull in her p***y. She came on a long sigh, but that wasn't enough, I wanted more, I wanted her screaming. The way she used to when we were stationed in the desert and I had to cover her mouth with my hand or make her suck on my tongue so that no one could hear her wild moans while we f****d.
Here there was no need for that, so I went to work on that s**t. I leaned her back against the wall as the all but forgotten water washed down over us, and f****d her like I meant it. Her eyes went wide when my c**k went in full tilt on one stroke. She wasn't laughing anymore, now her bottom lip was caught in her teeth as she accepted my c**k that looked like it was splitting her in half. I planted my feet, grabbed her slender hips, and f****d.
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VANESSA
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This is dangerous, I know it is, know I'm headed for a serious collision course with disaster, but I can't seem to stop myself. Just twenty-four hours here and already I'm under his spell.
I knew there was a chance this would happen, and I wonder now if I hadn't secretly wished for it. I knew as soon as I heard his brother's voice that the road led here and still I came. This was only going to complicate things.
If they hadn't called, I don't know if I would've ever gotten in touch with Zak again. I missed him every day that we were apart, but we were both so full of stubborn pride, that neither one of us wanted to give in.
I think now that we were both dumb, but hindsight and all that. And there was more, so much more. I felt that hitch in my chest again. The one I've been getting ever since I set out to come here.
As I lay here under him, sore, tired, excited, and waiting for that moment he turns to me again, and he will; I let my mind drift, but not too far. Why shouldn't I take this time for myself?
Why shouldn't I enjoy this thing that I had thought never to feel ever again? When he'd asked me earlier about other men I wanted to laugh. How could he not know? Just the thought of anyone else getting that close to me was repulsive.
I'd given it some thought, boy have I, but in the end I could never go through with it. It was as if he were always there, or the specter of him, shadowing me. There were nights when the loneliness was so hard to bear that all I wanted to do was disappear.
The worse was when I imagined him with someone else, some other woman enjoying what we had. That would usually tear my heart out and send me into a downward spiral that would last for days. In those first few months after I'd walked away because he'd forced me to with his hardheadedness, I thought I would curl into a tight ball and die.
I never knew loneliness could feel like that. Not even when I was in some of the world's most dangerous locations, did I feel the despair I did then. "What're you thinking so hard about?"
I turned my head, which was about all I could move since he had me pinned, to look at him. That's one of the things I like most about Zak, the way he uses his strength to protect me even in the safety of our bed.
I don't think he ever realized, ever knew what it meant to me back in those hot, sweaty tents, when he'd finish making love to me at night, and instead of rolling over and going to sleep like I'd heard of more times than I could count, he'd literally cover my body with his, but always being careful not to crush me. "Nothing."
He quirked his brow which meant he didn't believe me, but thank heaven he left it alone. I closed my eyes but that was no help, he always did see more than anyone else. Now that the heart pounding, heat intensifying, s****l marathon was at a lull, all the old worries were coming back.
We were both out of the service now, and that had been the biggest issue we had back then, that and his insane jealousy. Zak is one of those men that believed his woman was his and his only and dared anyone else to even look. It got so he didn't even want anyone else within a mile of me, or one man in particular.
Turns out he was right about him, maybe it was just his natural instinct that had shown him something that I couldn't see. But at the time all I saw was his need to control me and everything else around him.
Now I get it, then I didn't. Men like Zak and his brothers, because of the things they see, the horrors they've had to deal with, it makes them see life different to the rest of us. Even me who'd seen combat, had never experienced the same mind altering hell that they've been through. I could appreciate that now, but two years ago I couldn't.