Page 82 of Fight Or Flight

“Eric…”

He rolls the condom over his length and pauses to give me his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um…I don’t…” I lick my lips and shake my head nervously, forcing a swallow. “That isn’t going to fit inside of me,” I blurt.

He chuckles and bends his head to peck my nose with a kiss.

“It’ll fit,” he promises.

I suck in a breath.

Yeah, right.

“You sound sure.”

“I am,” he confirms, raining kisses down my neck. “Every part of me was created to fit with every part of you.”

It’s hard to argue that point and so instead, I lift my head from the pillow and press my lips to his.

Fear and doubt don’t exist where there’s trust.

Then I feel him.

Right there.

Nudging his way deep inside me.

I gasp against his mouth, but his tongue quickly distracts me as it tangles with mine. I taste the hint of my arousal on his tongue and I groan at how wildly erotic I find that. He goes deeper and my fingernails dig into his shoulder as a burst of pain sears through me. Tears sting my eyes and I almost ask him to stop, but his lips find my ear.

“I’m in. All you gotta do is breathe,” he whispers, taking my earlobe between his lips. My grip loosens and I exhale, getting used to the fullness. The pain fades, and he eases out. My back arches off the mattress and he pushes back in a little quicker this time. With every stroke, my body stretches to accommodate him and soon he’s gliding in and out of me.

He turns to face me and his blue eyes meld with mine.

I may be the hurricane in this story, but there is a storm raging inside Eric too.

A wild and powerful storm.

“Come for me, my pretty little hurricane,” he pants, pushing even deeper. Using one hand to grip the back of the pull-out, he lowers the other between us. His fingers find my clit and it’s all over for me. Another orgasm rips through my body. It holds me hostage, claiming every nerve, and I cry out his name.

I lose his eyes as he starts to move quicker. Pleasure fills every inch of his face and I catalog the strain of his features to memory. On the nights I miss him most, I’ll remember him this way.

Beautiful. Raw. Mine.

My first.

My last.

My everything.

My soldier boy.

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