Page 14 of Hold On Through The Pain

He grunted and removed his hand. Instead of moving between her legs, he kissed down her neckwhile his hands roamed over her sweet body. Slowly, he made his way from her lips to her breast, licking and sucking on one nipple before going to the other.

“Touch me, please,” she cried out.

Striker’s muscles clenched as desire heightened. He slid his hands down her body to her pussy. She lifted her hips and curled in, moving so his fingers were at her opening. He took advantage of her move and dipped into her wet heat. The moan from her drove him to push deeper. This woman was a wildcat, and he wanted to have her wrapped around him.

He stroked into her delicious heat, realizing he would be happy to be trapped inside her forever. He teased her breasts with his other hand and his lips. She shivered as she moaned and writhed on the bed. She was putty in his hands. His lust grew even more as he witnessed her coming undone. Power filled him, and the thrill of watching her close to orgasm took over.

He kissed lower, tracing her ribs with his tongue, noticing how incredibly soft her skin was against his. She was perfect, and he wanted to stay right here and kiss her over and over again. The desire to taste her increased, and he moved down her body, kissing over one hip, then paused. The scent of her was nearly overwhelming. He ran his hand across her skin, sliding one finger along heropening before pushing in. Wet with desire, she moaned as she pumped up to meet his touch.

The explosion of heat that swamped him threatened to take his breath. No other woman compared. Maybe Shannon was the best woman he’d ever been with, or maybe he was full of crap. She made everything different, that was all he knew. Either way, Shannon was better than the rest. No question, this woman was a league above what he’d had before.

He lifted and met her gaze. Lust showed in her eyes, and her lips were parted, her cheeks pink. He’d done that, made her look all desirable and sexy. Pride surged through him.

He adjusted, then slid his tongue over her slit. She lifted her hips and reached down, pressing against the back of his head. He chuckled, thinking that her moans were the best sound he’d ever heard. He could spend a lifetime wrapped in her arms.

Shannon grunted as she put more pressure on his head, keeping him where he was. Sweet as honey and feisty too. He liked how she demanded with her hands while pressing up with her hips. No way would he disappoint her.

He wasn’t into delaying gratification too much. He wanted this woman writhing in his arms. She was close too. He licked then slid his tongue in where his fingers had been. She gasped but tuggedon his hair. He chuckled again and moved up, sucking her in.

Her muscles were tight, her back arched with the roll of her hips. Shannon whimpered, her words jumbled together as she begged. She was falling apart in his arms, close to shattering.

Then the twisting of his hair became more insistent, and he figured she was close to orgasm. He was going to grab the condom from his pocket when she hooked her legs behind his back and held him there. She stiffened in his arms, then cried out as she started to pulse against his tongue.

He’d been hard before, but her orgasm made him rock hard, and he wasn’t sure he could breathe. He moved fast and slid in, shoving deep on the first thrust. She clutched him close and held on. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he braced himself and didn’t put all his weight on her body.

Their movements were like poetry, her moans music. She fit him perfectly, and he never wanted to let go.

Her legs came around him, trapping him. The roll of his hips met hers, and it was like they were dancing. He gasped as she clenched her muscles, tightening around him.

Sweet heaven of being with her mixed with the hell of knowing it wouldn’t last. He didn’t want her to walk away, but how could he keep her close? She lived here, and he was in Georgia.

His brain fuzzed, and any rational thought was dashed in a wave of lust. They came together, his hips meeting hers, thrust for thrust.

He was falling, tumbling down from the place he’d been, unable to resist her allure. When he walked away, he’d never truly leave. Shannon was fire and passion with a dash of gentle loving, and he was hooked.

The need for air grew, but his desire to keep kissing won out. She ripped her mouth from his and drew in a long breath. The swirl of passion was too much. He cried out, his orgasm so close it sizzled up his spine.

His body was on fire, and Shannon stoked him higher with every move. Everything before paled in comparison to life with Shannon. All that mattered was her lips, her skin, her body. The desire to get closer won over his need to pump hard and he held her tight, rocking with her as desire, heat, and emotions twisted together.

Moving with her in a beautiful rhythm had him at the edge. She cried out. The sound grew louder before she turned her head and clamped down on his shoulder, her scream muted by his body.

He shouted her name, praying this wasn’t the last time he got to be with her like this. This was more than just sex. He didn’t know what, but this surpassed all the other intimate encounters he’d ever had. He’d experienced more than just anorgasm with Shannon. It was like he’d experienced heaven.

When he could breathe again, he lifted and stared down at her. She was beautiful, even with her split lip that they’d busted open from kissing too hard and her black eye, which was swollen.

He swiped away the blood with the sheets. “I was too rough.”

“No, you weren’t. That was exactly what I needed.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Maybe he could get her to stick around for a few days. What if he had someone like this at home? He would change a few things. One, he’d look for a different job in the Army, something he could do without having to deploy so often.

Shannon adjusted, and they snuggled together. The perfection of the moment made him want to stay wrapped in her arms forever. Her warmth was addicting, keeping him in place. He needed to toss the condom and was about to get up when he brushed his hand over her waist. A shriek was followed by laughter as they wrestled and tickled each other. She had him pinned down, her fingers tickling his waist; then he flipped her, and she wiggled so much it was like she was a fish jumping around. Her face turned red, and he figured his had too. Then he let up and looked around at the wrecked sheets and Shannon’s hair spread out overthe bed. He sighed, wishing he knew her better. Why couldn’t this woman have come into his life earlier?

Shannon rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, taking the sheets with her. Naked and unashamed, she stepped over the sheets and only glanced back once as she made her way around the bed.

Striker sighed and reached for the condom, not finding it. Where had it gone? He glanced around, searching, but didn’t see the rubber. He guessed it must have gotten lost in the sheets.

He moved fast and picked Shannon up. She screeched, then started laughing. He carried her to the bathroom and remembered his injured arm as pain twisted through him. He’d forgotten about the pain and the injury while they’d made love. He’d forgotten about a lot, like the army and his responsibilities there. This wasn’t his real life, but he wanted it to be. What if there was more, what if…?

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