Page 27 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

“Oh!” Shock held her immobile for a second, then she twisted on the sheets as pleasure arrowed from her breast to the deep ache between her legs. She thrust her hips up at him, hoping to lessen the pressure, but that only made it worse.

“Easy, sweetheart.” The words rumbled from his chest like a purr from a big cat. He sent one hand down under her sleep pants and panties, pushing them over her hips and sweeping them off. Then his fingers found her labia, massaging before one finger entered her.

“Tease,” she accused. “I want something bigger than that.”

“I’m not finished exploring yet,” he told her as he found her clit and circled it slowly. “I want to find out how to make you scream with pleasure.”

“Well,” she panted. “I do like to drive a stick.”

He laughed again. “That’s one of the things I love about you, Abby, you have a naughty sense of humor.”

She wasn’t going to comment on his use of the word love. She wasn’t going to think about it at all. She palmed his erection through his boxers. “I really, really want to shift into high gear.”

He closed his eyes and shuddered, then slipped off the bed and shucked the last barrier between them. He climbed back on the bed and between her legs. He kissed his way up from her waist to her breasts and proceeded to drive her to the brink of insanity with his lips and tongue. He drove her past insane when he allowed his cock to glide over her labia and clit, but not enter her.

“You feel huge,” she whispered to him and she searched out his flat nipples to stroke and pinch. “Give it to me.”

He rolled his hips letting the head of his cock tease her even more. “You want this?”

“Yes, I want it all.”

He centered himself and began pushing his cock inside her. “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled out a little and stroked back in farther and farther, until she was sure she could feel him in her throat.

“Oh God.”

“Easy baby, almost there.” He stroked out, then back in, in, in. He paused, his pelvis pressed tight to hers. “Fuck,” he groaned. He stroked out and in again. “Jesus, you feel like a vice around me”

Abby shook, on the brink of orgasm. “Listen up soldier. I need you to fuck me good and hard. Got that? Don’t you hold a thing back.”

Another slow stroke. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me,” she told him. “Right here, right now, I’m yours.”

Her words broke through his restraint. He began to piston inside her, one hand supporting most of his weight, the other holding her hip in place so he could power into her without shoving her backwards on the bed.

His cock hit every pressure point every time and within moments she threw her head back as her orgasm rolled over her.

She came back to herself to hear Smitty muttering, “Slow and easy. Not yet, Not yet.”

“Not yet, what?”

“Want to make you come again.” With that, he began to power into her again, stronger and faster than before.

The pressure built quickly and only moments later she came so hard she screamed out.

Smitty jerked against her and groaned as he hung his head and shook. He sunk down onto her, his arms coming around her to hold her close.

She clutched at him and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Wow,” he whispered in her ear.

“Wow, wow,” she said, then giggled.

He laughed too. “Is it all right if I sleep here with you?”

“Yes, please.”

He flashed a grin and pulled away and out. “I’ll be right back then.” He rolled the condom off his cock and left the room for the bathroom next door.

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