Page 7 of Passing Ships

He chuckles as he returns his talented mouth to my pussy and brings his eyes to mine, holding my stare as he takes me there.

His name falls from my lips as my orgasm rockets through me.

As I lie there, catching my breath, trying to recover from the moment of ecstasy, he pushes himself off the couch.

I drink him in.

The broad width of his chest and shoulders, chiseled ab muscles, lean hips, powerful thighs, and then there’s Little Lenny, who has risen to the occasion yet again.

His hand wraps around the back of his neck as a pained expression crosses his face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think I’d need one being as I planned to stay at Nana’s tonight,” he barks.

The sound of distress in his voice and the thunderous look on his face cause me to laugh.

“Something funny, Legs?”

“Don’t worry, Sailor. No life jacket is needed. I’m on the pill.”

In a flash, I’m in his arms, and he is carrying me down the hallway to the bedroom. He tosses me, and my back hits the mattress with a thud before his body covers me. His hot, slick, bare skin on mine.

“Ready for orgasm number two?” he asks.

“Wow, you’re awfully cocky there, Seaman,” I tease.

With a wicked grin, he lifts his hips and thrusts inside of me. Filling me completely.

“Oh, yes, right there,” I moan.

He reaches back and clasps one of my legs and feeds it over his hip so he can move deeper, faster, as my head buries back into the pillow, and I grip the sheets at my sides.

He bends his head so he can kiss my exposed neck. The sensation of his stubble scratching my skin and his soft lips on my throat in contrast to his pounding rhythm—it’s just what I need.

His breaths start coming in short, hard pants as my leg locks tightly around his waist.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts as my muscles tighten around him.

He digs his fingers into my hips as he mounts up and thrusts harder.

I slide my hands down his ass and hold on as he bears up, and husky, guttural noises escape his mouth, letting me know he is close to the edge. I’m so close myself that when he slips a hand between us, striking me in just the right spot, my body begins to convulse as I hoarsely scream his name.

Lennon loses his control, and his mouth clamps down lightly on the base of my throat as his climax explodes inside of me.

Lennon

I wait until she’s asleep, and I gently roll her over so I can slide out of the bed.

Shit.

I scrub my hands over my face as I throw my legs off the side and tap the screen on my phone sitting on the nightstand.

Two a.m.

Nana was expecting me hours ago. I’ve been staying with Wade, my best friend, since flying into town, and my family didn’t protest too much because they were preoccupied with the housewarming party and helping my brother pull off his surprise engagement, but I promised I’d spend the night with my grandparents on my last night before having to return to Virginia.

Since my last deployment, my busy work schedule hasn’t afforded me much time to spend at home the past few years. I wasn’t even around to help when our dad had a seizure and was forced to sit behind a desk at our family’s charter company due to an epilepsy diagnosis.

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