Page 16 of Quarantined With the Soldier

“Wow,” she murmured.

“Wow,” he repeated.

“I …will it fit?” She blushed.

He only laughed.

“Cupcake, I promise to make it good for you.”

She nodded and smiled at him, and the way she looked at him made him feel like no matter what happened next, this quarantine business was going to be a lot of fun for both of them. He loved how she looked at him like he was a damn hero. Most days, he didn’t feel that way. Most days, he didn’t feel special at all.

Ava changed that, though. She seemed to think that he was special and important and wonderful.

She seemed to think that he made her day better, and he loved that she felt that way.

He climbed onto the bed behind her, donned a condom, and slipped inside of her. She groaned at the intrusion, and he gave her a second to adjust to his size before he started thrusting. It had been awhile for him, and he knew it had been awhile for her, too. He wasn’t jealous of any former lovers she may have had: he only hoped they made her feel as important and valuable as she was.

“Dylan,” she groaned, and he smiled.

“Good,” he said. “Such a good girl.”

“It feels so good.”

“It’s supposed to feel good.”

She squeezed his cock with her pussy as he pulsed in and out of her, and that made him groan.

“You feel so fucking tight,” he told her. “I love how you’re squeezing my cock, cupcake. I’m not going to be able to hold on very long.”

That elicited a giggle from her, which he couldn’t have, so he reached down and ran his fingernails down her spine lightly. That was enough to make her start groaning and moaning again, jokes forgotten. Good. He wanted her aroused and eager. He wanted her needy.

He wanted her to come again just for him.

He touched the ribbon on her wrists, playing with it a little. Ava’s head was to the side, resting on the bed, and he reached for her hair and tugged on it, forcing her head back a little. Now she was looking forward, and he pumped into her faster and faster, nearing his release.

“I love your tight pussy,” he told her. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Dylan…”

“You feel so fucking good, cupcake. I love how you’re being such a good girl and letting me fuck you so well. I’m already thinking of all the other dirty ways I’m going to fuck you and make you come while we’re here together.”

“I’m close,” she whispered, and he could tell. She had tensed her body, and he was nearing his own orgasm, too.

“Come for me now,” he urged her. “Come for me, pretty girl. Come apart for me. Come now!”

He came then, and her body shuddered with its own second release. She groaned, collapsing against the bed, and he closed his eyes as his own orgasm rushed over his body.

Spent and tired, he slipped out of her, dropped the condom in the trash can, and came back to untie her wrists. Then he pulled her into his arms and cradled her there for what felt like an eternity.

“That was so fucking perfect,” he told her.

“I thought so, too.”

“You did great.”

She chuckled, shaking her head.

“Maybe I’m not as vanilla as you thought.”

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