“God, you’re sexy.” Tony matches my rhythm and slows down. The deeper I go with the vibrator the lower he goes with his hand. He keeps his eyes on me as I pump it in and out. Finally, I get into a quicker rhythm and I can’t contain myself. I lean over onto my knees and begin moving my hips, riding the vibrator over and over. Tony mimics my position and pumps his hand up and down fast, his other hand reaching behind for my ass, as if it’s crucial we are touching through completion.
We lock eyes and my body builds in tension and electricity. I fuck the vibrator fast and hard until my pussy starts clenching. I grab Tony’s face and I pull him in to kiss me. I want his mouth pressed against mine as I come. He moans against my mouth as I start coming and I can’t stop mewls from slipping through my lips. He comes on my stomach and, moments later, his body softens and collapses into me. I fall back on the bed, the vibrator still in me and buzzing. I ride the sensation of the orgasm as it rises and falls in waves through my entire body. Tony leans over and licks my nipple before pulling it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. This last bit of sensation is too much and when he sucks harder, I’m thrown into another orgasm that is just as long as the last one. I grab the back of his head, holding him there until I come back down.
“My God, that was amazing.” I seriously haven’t orgasmed like that by myself or with anyone else in a very long time.
After I remove the vibrator and wipe it off, Tony reaches over and pulls me to his side, his lips softly trailing over the back of my left shoulder. “I’ve been dying to do this for ages now,” he whispers against my skin, before pulling me even closer.
It’s so good to lean against his chest like this, spent and exhausted from touching ourselves. I did not expect for things to go like this when he got back, but I can’t say I didn’t think about him often while holding that vibrator while he was gone.
I pull the comforter over us and exhale a long breath. This is too comfortable, too real. Both what I hoped for and what I was afraid of. Every time we get closer to each other, I feel more and more for Tony. Which is perfect if we’re trying to slow-burn our way into a lasting relationship. Not so perfect though, if all I’m doing is setting myself up for heartbreak.
Maybe I would have been better off ending this the second I opened the manila envelope containing the identity of the person I’d been matched with.
Even that would have been too late. We have to work as a couple for a year. The last thing I want is to be the reason he doesn’t get into OCS. Especially now that I’ve seen more sides of him. Tony might clown around, but he’s got a good heart. He’s a good man. A caring, decent one. As an officer, he would make the navy proud. I won’t be the one who costs him that chance.
Even at the expense of my own heart. Even if it means putting my own dreams on hold. The bed shifts beneath me, and Tony curls around my back, spooning me from behind. His strong arm wraps around my chest, and his chin rests on my head. “This okay? I want to sleep with you in my arms.”
“It’s perfect.” The warmth from his body, from his words, seeps into me, winding its way to my heart. I melt against him as hope kindles at the way he’s holding me like I’m something precious. Maybe the years of living through Mami’s failed relationships has made me too pessimistic. After all, tonight was a whole new level of intimacy and sensuality. I’m guessing that’s true for Tony too. Maybe he started out with his own reasons for only wanting to remain together for the year, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a change of heart.
We work well together. And physically, we fit together perfectly. I love being around him, having his strong male presence in my home, our home, feeling his touch, and yes, hearing his stupid jokes and his loud laugh. It’s obvious that he enjoys having me around too.
This marriage might just stand a chance, after all.