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“Jesus,” I cried out. I reached one hand down to grab his hair in the hopes of guiding him to the exact spot my body really needed him, but the last thing Dalton required was any kind of guide. I lost the ability to speak after that. He took me to the back of his throat and gave me several hard drags.

“Yes,” I croaked as I felt that coil inside me grow tighter and tighter. I dropped my head back and pressed my hips up so I could thrust into Dalton’s mouth until I found my release. I cried out in thwarted frustration when his hot mouth released my cock with a pop. Before I could recover my senses, Dalton’s tongue was sliding over that spot on my body where I’d only ever known pain until meeting him. I didn’t even get a chance to notice if there was any pain because all I saw was stars as Dalton tenderly licked my hole over and over again. I had no objection when he used his arms to lift my legs higher and in on myself, spreading me open, completely vulnerable.

“Dalton,” I breathed in disbelief as he continued to caress the forbidden spot with his tongue. I dropped my hand to my dick without even giving it much thought. I still hadn’t been able to use my own hand to bring me pleasure, but I knew this time would be different. The more Dalton made love to my opening, the harder I gripped my cock until I began stroking. I was engulfed in fire as the coil inside of me became unbearable. Dalton must have sensed how close I was because his tongue began putting more pressure on my hole. I was only a few strokes from coming, but just as I opened my mouth to tell that to Dalton, his tongue pushed into my opening just a little bit and he began to kiss it like he usually did my mouth.

I came on the spot. There was no warning, no spoken words to tell him I was almost there. Hell, I’d stopped stroking my dick the second he’d begun kissing me in such a forbidden manner, but it didn’t matter, cum began spewing from my dick anyway. My entire body seized up and then ripped apart with pleasure. Dalton’s lips closed around the tip of my dick and began sucking hard.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I shouted as one climax after another crashed over me. All I could do was hold on to whatever I could get my fists around, which ended up being Dalton’s soft hair. I had no idea if I was hurting him or not, but it didn’t matter. The more Dalton sucked, the more I lost myself. When my body’s spasming finally began to slow, I was dimly aware of Dalton gently popping off my dick and then his mouth was on mine. I automatically opened for him, but my limbs felt like noodles so it was all I could muster.

Hot, salty, thick fluid filled my mouth as Dalton’s tongue mated with mine. He was feeding me my own juices. It should have horrified me.

It didn’t.

I swallowed my essence and returned Dalton’s kisses which were becoming more frantic. It took me a few languid seconds to realize he was chasing his own orgasm. His left hand was furiously stroking his dick while his right arm still held my lower body open. He grunted and groaned but never released my mouth. Not until the very end when he called my name and pressed his face against my shoulder. Scorching strands of cum began to hit my hole, which had relaxed considerably after everything Dalton had done to it.

“Yes,” I groaned. I slid my hands down to Dalton’s ass and held him against my body as hard as I could. He kept jerking against me even though he was no longer stroking his own dick. That part of him was squashed against my ass as I urged him to grind harder against me so I could feel every new drop of cum that his cock released slide down until my hole was covered in it.

When Dalton’s body stopped moving against mine, except for the occasional aftershock, I ran one hand along his back and curled the other into his hair. His weight had me completely pinned down, but I loved it. I didn’t feel trapped or powerless. If anything, I felt stronger than I’d ever been. During all our previous sexual encounters, there’d always seemed to be this little piece of himself that Dalton kept back. Like he had to hang on to some bit of control.

Not tonight.

Not now.

He was spent.

Relaxed.

At peace.

I continued to stroke his now damp hair. I ran my fingers over the outside of his ear in the process. I managed to drop my mouth low enough that I could kiss the same spot before I whispered, “I love you, Dalton,” in his ear. “So much it hurts sometimes,” I admitted. I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t talking about hurt in a bad way, though. I didn’t have to worry about it because when Dalton turned his head so his eyes could meet mine, I saw that he got it. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it, and every emotion he was feeling was there for me to see in those emerald eyes of his.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he asked softly as he stroked his left hand over my cheek. “Thank you,” he breathed before he shifted enough to kiss me. A short, sweet kiss that would have looked to an outsider like it didn’t mean anything.

It meant everything.

I didn’t know what he was thanking me for, but it didn’t matter. I was exactly where I was supposed to be and so was he. I wasn’t stupid; I knew our journey together was just beginning and there’d be what would seem like an endless number of obstacles in our path, but we’d get through them.

Dalton braced himself on one arm. “Now what were you saying about my aim?” he asked cheekily.

I laughed and snuggled against him. “It seems pretty good to me, but I guess I’d have to see Jace’s aim?—”

That was all I got out before Dalton kissed me hard. When he let me come up for air, he said, “You know he set fire to the kitchen in here three times, right? And he can’t cast a rod to save his life. I’ve had to untangle the hook from his own clothes more times than I can count. Last time he and Caleb were here, he lost my best fishing pole. Lost it. All he had to do was watch the damn thing?—”

I kissed him to shut him up. “You, my love, have and always will have the best aim I’ve ever seen.”

Dalton held my gaze for a moment before he gave me one of those sweet but brief kisses again. “I love you, Silver.”

No matter how many times he said the words, they always felt like the first time. Dalton relaxed in my arms and I in his. Despite the cooling cum clinging to our bodies, I would have been content to lie there like that all night, but the familiar click-clack sound on the stairs had me chuckling. “How does she know?” I asked.

“Because you tell her,” Dalton responded. “She knows she only needs to wait a few minutes after you scream your head off. You’re quite noisy when you co?—”

“Alright, alright,” I said because he was kind of right. I was kind of a screamer. While we’d still been sleeping in the house, Dalton had needed to put his hand over my mouth to silence my shouts of ecstasy so none of the men stationed outside would come rushing in to “save” us.

I shoved at Dalton until he got the message to move his big body. The yellow lab waited patiently at the side of the bed. Her brown eyes were like pools of melted chocolate and were in stark contrast to her light fur. Despite her almost white coloring, Jace had explained that she was still considered a yellow lab.

“Okay, Sadie, he’s all yours,” I said as I patted the bed. The lab immediately jumped on the bed.

Her arrival had been completely unexpected but very welcome. Jace had put the whole process of obtaining a service dog in motion when I’d admitted to him that despite falling asleep together every night, Dalton was always asleep on the floor come morning. He hadn’t wanted a repeat of the time he’d attacked me after I’d woken him up from his nightmare. I’d only mentioned it to Jace because he’d become a sounding board for me in the weeks since he’d returned home. Since he knew Dalton better than anyone and had been a soldier himself, I’d hoped he could give me some ideas on how to help Dalton cope with his PTSD, another negative reminder of the years he’d spent serving his country. Jace had promised me he’d look into it and then three days later, he’d arrived with Sadie.

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