Page 63 of Confessions of an Apache Pilot

His hands were gripping my thighs again, so tight it would bruise. Worth it. I must have been trying to squeeze his head with my thighs because I kept feeling him push my legs open. I wanted to feel him. I needed to feel him. To remind myself that we fit together perfectly. I wanted his lips against mine, his hands all over me. I needed to feel his dick filling me up. “Please, Mark.” It came out more breathless than I’d meant for it to. He wasn’t stopping, and as good as it felt I didn’t want to come this way. I wanted to come with him all the way up inside of me.

I leaned up and pushed against his head, forcing his head back. I sat all the way up as he moved backwards, and grabbed his shirt at the shoulders. I pulled him forward and kissed him again, then started ripping at his shirt. He straightened and pulled it off over his head. I was eye level with his chest. My hands couldn’t hold still, they smoothed over his pecs, down the muscles in his stomach. My heart missed a beat as I looked him up and down, he was so sexy. I reached my hand out and grabbed his belt, pulling him to me. Kissing his chest gently, my mouth moved from his left nipple to his right.

Mark brushed one hand across my back and shoulders, his rough hands making goose bumps down my arm. He ran the other hand through my hair and brushed my cheek. Oh, and he knows how to be gentle. I bit him just under his pec.

“Ah!” I looked up and smiled. He narrowed his eyes at me, then smiled that smile again. And once more my heart melted. An answering pulse began in my pussy, keeping pace with my heartbeat.

I gave his belt another tug, pulling him off balance for a moment before I unbuckled it, popped the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down. I shoved my hand in the opening and beneath his underwear. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his dick. I used the other hand to shove the pants and underwear down to his ankles. Leaning forward, I hopped off the rail and knelt before him. I looked up at him as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. He gritted his teeth and hissed. His right hand tangled in my hair, but he didn’t push or pull. He just needed to grab onto me. I licked once from his tip down to the root and back up. His eyes narrowed but his head dropped back when I took him fully into my mouth.

“Fuck.” That one word that he groaned out had me even more wet than I had been. I felt his pulse beating rapidly through his dick. It felt like it was pounding on the inside of my mouth. Reaching my hands around his waist I grabbed his ass, one cheek in either hand and squeezed while sliding his dick deep into my mouth, pulling it in and out.

If his groaning and heartbeat weren’t confirmation enough of his enjoyment, then the way his legs started to shake would have been. I knew he was as revved up as I was. I could literally taste him in my mouth. It was nice to know that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I was sliding my mouth down again when I felt a tug on my hair. He gently pulled me off of him. He stared down at me. “Get up,” he commanded in a gruff voice. My heart fluttered a little and I stood. He grabbed my arm, pulled me to him and kissed me again. I stood there, letting his tongue swirl through my mouth. I grabbed his dick and teased it by rubbing the tip around my pussy.

He turned me around and pushed me forward against the railing. I leaned over and steadied myself. He placed his hands on my hips and slid inside me, easing in until his pelvis was pushing against my ass. God, I missed this dick. Yet again, it felt like he was stretching me out from the inside. He stood still for a moment, letting me feel him, and adjust to his size. Mark’s hand traveled up my side and cupped my breast. He pushed against me, bringing me up and pressing my back against his chest. His other hand went down my side to my thigh, gripping it tightly. “You’re not running from me this time,” he growled into my ear. I smiled and laughed. Then he started thrusting.

My giggle was quickly replaced with me exhaling in a pleasure filled moan. He kept me pinned in place with his arm while simultaneously clamping onto my thigh. The way he had me locked in place, I knew he meant it. He wasn’t going to let me go. And I didn’t want him to. I could stay under his control. It just made my pussy wetter.

I brought my hand down to my clit and I started rubbing it. I was working myself toward coming. His hand came off my chest and grabbed mine, keeping me from touching myself. His hand slid and replaced it, rubbing my clit for me. He was going to give me my orgasm. He was controlling everything. It made me weak in the knees. I fell forward again, putting my hands out to steady myself while he kept pushing his dick in me, deep into me. His finger worked my clit in small, gentle circles. I started to buckle and shake under him. He clamped down tight on my thigh with his other hand to keep me from falling over. His fingers dug into my skin, the slight pain only enhanced the pleasure.

It was the final push I needed. “Ahhh, fuck!” I cried out again as I came on him. He didn’t stop thrusting into me or rubbing my clit. He kept his pace steady and held onto me as I screamed and squirmed.

Finally, I stopped screaming and fought to catch my breath. He slowed down and released his grip on me, running his hands up my sides and across my chest. My skin tingled under his fingertips. His hands traced gently to my breasts. He gave my nipples a playful pinch while kissing my shoulder. My breathing slowed to a normal rate and I exhaled softly when he kissed my neck.

I was still steadying myself against the edge of the railing when he brought his hands back to my arms. They ran down my biceps to my forearms where he clamped down again. “My turn,” He whispered into my ear. He leaned back, pulling my arms back with him, leaving me bent over but held up by him. He started thrusting into me, harder this time. His pelvis hitting my ass made a hard, slapping noise as he pounded into me. I was caught by such surprise that I screamed, first in shock, then in rough, pussy pounding pleasure.

I was still so much under his control. I hadn’t been manhandled and fucked like this since… ever, and I loved it. It made me realize that I’d only fucked inexperienced guys before. Mark was a confident, skillful, self-assured man. I felt it rising in me again. Clamping down on his dick I cried out again, coming even harder than before.

This time I brought him with me. He rammed his dick in deep and held my arms back, holding himself deep inside me while his dick felt so hard, I thought my pussy would stretch out. He let out a yell at the same time as he came deep inside me. He shuddered and thrust a few times, as he continued to come.

Mark released me, I put my arms out against the rail, legs shaking like a newborn deer. I turned and lowered myself to the ground, placing my back against the railing. He sat next to me, I turned to kiss him, and fell over across his lap. He ran his fingertips across my body, both of us trying to catch our breath. He suddenly threw his arm over me; I yelped in shock. He looked down at me smiling, “Just in case you were going to run again.”

I sat up and slapped his chest playfully. “Jerk.” He laughed, and I blushed, grateful to be in the dark so that he wouldn’t see. I leaned against his shoulder, “We should probably get dressed though, before someone comes up here and notices.”

“Agreed,” he said. I stood up and looked around for my pants. There was a quick flash of light that startled me. It was Mark, he was holding a flashlight and examining my legs. I looked at him but before I could ask anything he said, “I just wanted to see if the freckles went all the way down.” I scrunched up my face and swatted at him again.

“You can inspect them thoroughly next time,” I teased, putting my pants on and grabbing my shirt.

“Next time, can we do this in a real bed?” He asked, rubbing his back. I laughed and proceeded to tease him about being old while we dressed and headed down the ladder and back to the barracks. The light banter between us made my heart clench. It felt so much better than how we left things the last time.

CHAPTER 37

Jen

The next morning, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. My feelings for Mark were sorted out, there was no question anymore, no fear, and I wasn’t running away. I wanted to spend the whole night in his arms, but after we had finished at the aircraft we had to come back to the real world for a little while. We each made our way to our assigned barracks for the night. Even though I wasn’t able to spend the night in his arms, I still slept peacefully. Knowing that he was mine, and that I was his. I’d never been so smitten.

I stepped outside, stretching as the early morning sun warmed me. My muscles were loose and I was relaxed for the first time in a long time. Outside of the transient barracks were a few picnic tables that everyone tended to congregate around. Mark was out there already. He smiled when he saw me step outside. I practically floated over to him. Remembering where I was, the largest Army base in Afghanistan, I forced myself to behave and sat across from him. I wanted to sit right in his lap and press my lips to his, but that wasn’t an option here in broad daylight.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

“Amazingly. Only one thing was missing.”

“Oh? And what was that?” His sly smile told me he knew exactly what I was talking about. Without waiting for a response, he winked at me, then said, “The others are at chow already, let's go grab some breakfast.

Making our way across the base to the chow hall I discovered a new type of torture. I was no longer denying my feelings to myself. But we still had to keep our relationship a secret from the Army. More than ever I wanted to hold his hand, lean into his shoulder, feel his arm wrapped around me.

The way he smiled as we walked would hold me over. I could see in his eyes he wanted all the same things. It could wait until we were stateside. For now, I could be content with discretion. We were nearing the end of his deployment, but I was still a Captain, and he was a Warrant Officer. We could both get in a lot of trouble, at least while out here. Once stateside, we could sort things out with the Army.

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