Page 119 of Peace Under Fire

She gulped. If her face got any hotter, it would burst into flames. A week ago, after all those articles she’d scrolled through on the internet, his confession would have sent her fleeing. But now, after so many days without him, her libido came alive, screaming we want that too.

Her pussy was already swelling and getting wet.

“How are we going to do that?” she asked, the heat still high in her face.

“I’m going to kiss you.” His eyes glittered.

She relaxed, smiling back. “I do like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you, too,” he said, with a wicked glint in his eyes. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

She frowned. “Then what—”

“I’m not going to kiss you here,” his thumb grazed her mouth. “I’m going to kiss you...” his hand skimmed down her pajamas, slipped beneath the waistband, and slid between her legs to stroke her slit, “here.”

Her mouth fell open in dismay. “Oh! I don’t think—”

He leaned forward, his mouth stealing the protest from her lips. After he’d kissed her breathless, he lifted his head. “Have I done anything you haven’t enjoyed?” He didn’t wait for her response. “You going to love the feel of my mouth on your pussy.” He gave her another quick, hard kiss.

“But…but…I’m already wet down there,” she whispered. Touching her down there when she was wet was different than kissing her down there.

“And I bet you taste like ambrosia.”

She highly doubted that.

But he was already pulling her pajama top over her head and rolling on top of her. His lips trailed from her breasts to her neck and then back to her breasts, suckling and nipping and kissing the whole time. With each kiss her skin tingled. Her breath caught. Her pussy tightened. At some point, as he kissed his way lower and lower, her brain shifted from thinking to feeling.

And good God, did this ever feel good, better than good…it felt like heaven.

When he slid his finger across her slit, she whimpered, her pussy clenching with need. She squeezed her thighs to trap his finger inside her wet entrance.

She was barely aware of him dragging off her pajama pants or lifting her legs and draping them over his powerful shoulders. And then his mouth was there, his tongue driving into her core.

With the first swipe of his tongue, she screamed, her thighs tightening around his neck.

“Just as I suspected. You taste like honey and peaches. Pure ambrosia.”

She did?

He licked his way up one side of her pussy and down the other and his voice dropped to a growl. “Better than a cold beer after a long slog through the jungle. Fuck, baby, your taste is addictive.” His tongue got more and more wild, shifting from licking to thrusting.

His wildness fed her own. Her legs tightened. The walls of her pussy clenched. She could feel the tension building inside her, the spiraling urgency. Just as the pressure hit a crescendo, he pulled back. Before she had a chance to protest his desertion, he rearranged their position, moving her legs from his shoulders to around his hips. He ripped open a condom and rolled it into place.

And then the thick, hot length of his penis slid into her. There was pain, as she’d expected, and an almost unbearable feeling of pressure, of being filled. She groaned, stiffening. The spiraling tension crashed and burned.

He instantly stilled and leaned down to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips, which should have been disgusting, but somehow wasn’t.

“Just relax, babe.” His mouth moved to the hollow of her neck and nipped, then suckled the sting away. “It will get easier as you adjust to me. I won’t move until you’re ready.”

She could feel the tension in him, the need to drive for completion. But he remained still.

As her muscles relaxed around him, he slid a hand between her spread legs and rubbed her stretched slit. A zap of electricity went through her pussy and down into her thighs. That spiraling pressure built again.

Between his lips and his finger, the earlier tension grew, tightening and tightening, until waiting was no longer an option. She had to move. She had to relieve this incessant ache.

She was the one to start rocking, and with each lift and fall of her hips, the pressure increased. The pleasure grew. Lost in the climb toward climax, she wasn’t even aware when he started thrusting. They rocked faster and harder, the tension tightening with each slam of their hips…until her entire body spasmed.

She vaguely heard her scream and his shout, and then he collapsed on top of him. When she returned to consciousness she smiled.

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