Page 11 of The Soldier's Final Mission
He leaned in, gently pressing his lips tohers. Bob felt her surrender, heard her sigh as she gave herself over to thekiss. He began to wind his arms around her and she jumped on him, wrapping herlegs around his waist. Bob surprised himself with the chuckle that escaped. “Still,such a tiny thing,” he said between kisses.
“This tiny thing is yours. Don’t lose meagain.”
“Never.”
They assaulted one another with theirmouths as their hands found purchase in each other’s hair. They stumbled towardthe couch, frantic for each other.
“Where’s Riley?” Bob mumbled against herlips.
“He’s asleep in his room. Don’t worry, anearthquake couldn’t wake him.”
Becca tried to reclaim his lips, but Bobpulled back slightly to make his intentions clear. “Good, because I can’t waitany longer. Please tell me again that I don’t need a condom.”
“We’ve waited too long already, and no, nocondom. Take me, Bob.”
And he did.
The urge to claim her and claim herquickly, as if she’d somehow change her mind or disappear, drove Bob to nearwild and reckless abandon. As he stood Becca on her feet and savagely rippedthe clothes from her body, he barely heard her gasp as blood rushed to his headand roared in his ears. His eyes feasted on her beautifully delicate form asher eyes widened, questioning.
“God, I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled.
He would have taken a step back, hisaggressive action now registering and causing humility, but Becca fisted herhands in his shirt, effectively holding him in place.
“Yes, you do, just like I finally deserveyou.” She stepped to him, her naked body pressing against his fully clothedone. “Don’t pull away, Bob. Please, don’t ever pull away.” Without waiting forfurther words, Becca guided him back until his knees hit the couch and he sat. Sheworked open his jeans, quickly freeing his erection and cradling it in her hotlittle hand.
Bob hissed as his head hit the back of thecushion, her touch feeling so damned good.
“Bob, look at me,” Becca nearly commanded.And when he did, he kept his eyes locked on her as she straddled his lap andtook him in, seating herself until they met pelvis to pelvis.
His hands flew to her hips, keeping heranchored,herflesh to his. He pulsed inside her hot channel,relishing the feel of her body’s acceptance of him. Her pussy clenched aroundhim as she rocked her hips, a sinful smile transforming her face.
“You’re too good to be true,” he rasped. Hishands caressed her skin, bringing them up her sides to the softness of herbreasts which he molded.
Becca shook her head. “No, I’m not.” She coveredhis hands with her own and used the leverage to rock even more across his lap,withdrawing slightly before seating herself again. She increased the rhythm,the pace, continuing to smile at him as her eyes sparkled.
Bob gently squeezed her breasts beforereleasing them, hooking around her back. As Becca’s hand landed on hisshoulders, he pulled her forward, latching onto a nipple, suckling and teasingone then the other. As she rode him faster and faster, her moans increasing alongwith his, he knew it wouldn’t take long before they both shattered. Bob kepthis face cradled between her softness, inhaling her sweetness as he pumped intoher harder and harder.
“Becca,” he breathed onto her skin. Hefelt her tighten, squeezing him as he surged into her one more time beforeexploding. Convulsing, their bodies rocked together, the roughness of hisclothing no doubt chaffing her.
With ragged breaths, they slowly came downfrom their high as Becca’s body released Bob. He kept her in his arms as theysat on the couch with her straddling his lap. Staring at one another, theyexchanged goofy grins between nibbles on each other’s mouths. Bob stiffened asshe began to lift the edge of his shirt, her hands seeking his skin.
“Becca, don’t.” He started to protest, butshe cut him off with the shake of her head.
“Don’t expect me not to see you—all ofyou.”
She began to lift the shirt off his bodyslowly, carefully, as if the action caused him pain. And it did. It pained himto have her see his ugliness, but without protest he allowed her to continue. Whenthe garment was off and his torso was bare, her eyes traveled the expanse ofhis chest and abdomen. He knew she wouldn’t see much from this view, as thedamage done to him wasn’t on his front. Still, Bob suddenly felt the need tocover himself, concerned that his scars would repulse her. They covered theright half of his backside as well as that side of his neck and down his arm. Hehad suffered nerve damage in his back and leg, which caused the limp.
As she gingerly touched his neck, shewhispered, “Lean forward.”
Bob hesitated, a flash of worry runningthrough his brain. But he complied after seeing something in her eyes that toldhim he was safe with her. And he needn’t have worried as he felt her fingerssoftly caress his body and she leaned forward, her lips placing kisses upon theskin below his ear.
“You can love this?” he asked.
Becca sat back to meet his gaze. “I canloveyou,” she answered.
Framing her beautiful face, he kissed herreverently. As she moaned into his mouth, he felt her hands continue theirexploration, not realizing until now how much he needed, craved, had beenstarved for her touch. Bob trailed a hand down her abdomen, settling betweenher legs and stroking her clit, feeling it pulse as it became engorged. Theirkiss became urgent as their breaths increased, their moans more insistent.
Becca lifted her body slightly and circledhis renewed erection, sliding her hand along its length. She guided it to herentrance as Bob’s hand landed on her hips. He thrust up, burying himself insideher.
