Page 19 of A Man in Uniform

Her eyes are just as magnificent as the rest of her. A hard green, sparkling like a shaded pool under an oak tree in the summer. Pops of gold specks flicker like the stars in the sky.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted you. Your pussy's made for me, Story.” Walking my finger to the button on her pants, I pop her jeans open.

An air filled coo escapes the back of her throat as she groans, “Fuck me Wyatt, just fuck me.” Visible heat radiates off her, seeping from every pore.

The night is getting cooler, a chill setting in around us. And even with this gentle breeze, sweat begins to emerge across my shoulders. This fucking girl drives me wild, making every piece of my body painfully hard.

Her hand makes its way over to my cock, teasing the muscle. My cock's throbbing, pulsing to feel flesh on flesh, to experience her heat, to feel her bear down around me, and beg me for more.

I can hear the sultry whimper of her voice as she tugs on my zipper. The sound of metal breaks the air in loud clicks as she slides the zipper open.

My chest begins to pound as her hand claws to free my dick. Pulling it through the opening, she squeezes it hard, stroking the thick shaft.

“You want that? You want to feel my cock deep inside you?”

Weakly, she shakes her head yes, fingers curling over my balls. I'm not sure how this woman has such power over me, making my entire body shiver with her touch.

But in that moment, as my body trembles from the delicate weight of her fingers around my shaft, I know.

She's the one. She's always been the one.

I didn't have a family waiting for me, there's never been anyone who's really give a rats ass about me, but Story has. She's always been by my side, even when the world was against me.

The past few year have been rough, my time with the Army is anything but peaceful. And when I walked off that plane, no one was there to greet me. I was met with an empty terminal, as lone soldier, and not one person to welcome me home.

Story is my life outside the walls of the military, one worth fighting for, worth making it back to. And she doesn't even know it.

Coiling my fingers over the trim of her pants, I yank them down her hips. She's ready, arching her back and lifting her ass. Wiggling her waist, she kicks the jeans off, boots following at the same time.

Running my hand under her shirt, I grip her tit, teasing the nipple. Perking up, it's hard and inviting. Rolling the beaded skin between my thumb and forefinger, Story moans loudly, legs falling open wide.

“You're so hard,” she says, grinding her palm against my length.

Rocking my hips, I inch towards her pussy. “That's all yours.” Tugging my pants down to my knees, I push my dick into her hand. I can smell the scent of her arousal, the sugar musk fills my senses and coats my brain. “I'm all yours. I've always been yours.”

Damn, she still smells as sweet as ever.

Flicking her panties to the side, I slide a finger up her wet pussy. The slick juice covers my finger, soaking it instantly.

Story's neck bends up, head pressing into the blanket. Bringing my fingertip up to my nose, I hold it there. Inhaling a deep breath, her body's perfume fills my head. “God you smell sweet,” I say, licking the cream off my skin. “I could eat you all damn day, and still never have enough.”

Dipping my waist in, the tip of my cock brushes her entrance. “Wait—” Her legs begin to close, pushing up on her elbows, she asks, “Do you have a condom?”

Laughing, my head falls back. “A condom? For what?”

“You're joking right?” she asks, a thin brow shooting up, face crinkling in disbelief.

“No, what do we need one for?”

“Because I don't know who you've been with.” Veering her stare, she pushes herself up on the blanket. “And it's the right thing to do. Why wouldn't we?”

“I thought we went through this. You're mine, Story, plain and simple.”

“No, no fucking way. Are you crazy?” Reaching for her pants, she frantically tries to pull the legs straight. “That's fucking nuts, Wyatt! Do you think I'm so gullible that I'll just listen to you and believe you?”

“I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I need you, Story, all of you.” Tracing her knee up her thigh, I softly rub the delicate skin.

Shoving my hand away, she yanks her pants up. “Take me home, Wyatt.” Standing quickly, she digs her hands into her hips and glares at me from above.

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