Page 65 of The Texas Sterling Collection
I tightened my arms around Wyl. “You’re safe with me.”
Wyl snuggled closer. “I’m so glad we’re together.”
“Me too,” I cooed.
Wyl’s fingertips caressed my chest. “We established our special bond the night we reconciled.”
“At the concert in Big Spring, you drove me crazy with your breath in my ear, and I started having feelings for you. But steak night sealed the deal. When you kissed me, I wanted you.”
“But you ran off.” Wyl had a hint of pout in his voice.
“You backed away so fast I thought you regretted it.”
“I did.” Wyl shook his head. “But not because I didn’t like it. I thought I upset you.”
I shook my head. “Looks like we both did a lot of assuming. But one thing we’ve learned since is to talk to each other.” I shifted closer to Wyl. My thigh muscles screamed in protest, and I moaned at the pain.
“I told you you’d be sore,” Wyl grinned. “So, how about I help you with your soreness?” Wyl closed his fist around my erection. “I thought massaging with my hand might help, but rubbing makes this muscle stiffen.”
Wyl plundered my mouth with a deep kiss. Jolts of pleasure charged through me as my fist closed around Wyl’s shaft. I loved having him in my hand. Knowing he was excited turned me on, too.
“Oh baby, your touch is magic,” Wyl whispered through our kiss. “You send me into orbit every time.”
I broke the kiss. “Wyl, do me tonight.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah…like we did in Kerrville.”
“I didn’t bring, um, stuff.”
Despite the dark tent, I was sure a blush flowed through Wyl’s cheeks. I dragged my thumb across his lips. “I thought Marines were supposed to be prepared for anything.”
“Shit…”
I reached for my shirt and retrieved a packet of lube from the pocket. “Lube is no problem. And since neither of us has been with anyone else, how about we go bareback?”
“You mean with no condom?”
“Yes.”
Wyl pinned me in an aggressive, hungry kiss.
The kiss broke. Wyl sat up to unzip the sleeping bag before lying on his back, gazing at me.
Hot passion drove away the chilly air in the tent. I tore open the lube packet with my teeth. I squeezed a dollop of slick on my palm, rubbing my hands together to warm the liquid before enveloping Wyl’s hard love spear between my palms.
“Oh, God,” Wyl groaned. “You send me into orbit.”
“Give me your finger.” I closed my mouth around his finger, swirling my tongue around the rough texture of Wyl’s skin.
“Babe, your tongue on my finger is turning me on more.”
I circled my tongue once more around Wyl’s finger. “Prep me.”
Wyl teased my pucker before sliding in.
“Jeez…where did you learn to do that?” I gasped.
