Page 5 of The Captain's Little Girl

CHAPTER3

Light filtered into the bedroom through the blinds. Something soft and delicate moved against him. Immediately on alert, Mark froze and opened one eye a slit to assess the threat level.

“Baby girl,” he whispered, opening his eyes to devour the sight of her face.

“Hi,” she answered softly, before leaning forward to kiss him lightly.

“No way,” Mark growled at her as she drew back. His hand wrapped around the back of her head to hold her close to him as he took control of the kiss. Her sweet flavor filled his senses as he dipped his tongue into her mouth.

That blood pressure-raising wiggle of her body as Cricket moved to press herself against his instantly hard cock made Mark lean forward to pin her under him. He couldn’t let her get away. His fingers tangled in her hair, drawing a breathy gasp from her mouth, followed immediately by the prick of her fingernails into his shoulder muscles. Mark pressed his advantage as he explored her sweetness. The responding touch of her tongue against his made him rip his mouth away.

“Stop me now, little girl, if this isn’t what you want. I’m a possessive bastard who’s not going to let you go after I make you mine.”

“Stop and I’ll make sure you never get anything harder than root beer at the bar,” she teased, running one hand over the side of his face to cup his jaw.

“I’d put up with that if you’re not ready,” he told her, holding on to his self-control by a thread. She already meant too much to Mark to jeopardize.

Cricket launched a heaving push that caught Mark off guard. Intrigued, Mark allowed his Little to roll him onto his back with her straddling his pelvis. Instantly, she froze as his thick cock nestled into her intimate folds. Cricket wiggled again before whispering, “Damn.”

“Language, little girl,” he reprimanded automatically before clamping his hands over her golden-brown thighs revealed by the oversized T-shirt she’d obviously confiscated from his dresser.

Before she could protest, he captured her gaze and pointedly informed her, “I’ve been tested lately. I’m clean.” It was part of a normal protocol to check elite forces for communicative diseases.

“Me, too. I had myself tested while you were gone. I was going to sneak in and throw myself at you,” she confessed.

“Breaking into a man’s house who could snap you in half with one hand is not a smart plan,” Mark teased as he grinned at her fire and determination. Why had he ever thought it was best to stay away?

“Do we need to debate this or…” She scooted slightly against Mark to remind him exactly how intimately they were pressed together.

“No arguments here.” Mark raised his hands from her legs to wrap around her waist and lifted the cute blonde up the length of his body to kneel by the pillow on either side of his head.

“Mark!” she shrieked, clamping her small hands around his thick forearms. Cricket resisted his grip as he urged her to settle lower over his face as he audibly inhaled her intimate scent.

Always a problem-solver, Mark simply raised his mouth to nibble at her sweet folds. He felt her freeze in place once again. He explored her with his tongue, loving the small shivers of pleasure that zinged through her body.

“Mark,” Cricket repeated. This time her voice was breathy and unsure.

“Settle down against me,” Mark urged, pulling her lower.

“We can’t go from a few kisses to me sitting on your face,” she protested in a hiss.

“There are no rules between us, little girl. I plan to taste every inch of your sweet form. I’m just starting here,” he answered.

Cricket threw her hand over her head in exasperation as she gave up, allowing Mark to enjoy his eye-catching view of her petite breasts jiggling. He pulled her close to nestle his mouth against her. “Mmm!” Mark shared his appreciation of her unique flavor, his hum making her wiggle once again.

Mark pushed the demands of his rock-hard cock from his mind as he focused on her pleasure. Lapping the tip of his tongue from the base of her slit to the tightly clenched bud that topped it, he savored the flavor of the juices flowing generously from her. He loved that she was as turned on as he was.

He stroked a hand up her inner thigh to caress her. Tracing the opening to her slick channel, he closed his lips around her clit to lash against that bundle of nerves with his tongue. When she bounced experimentally against him, Mark pressed two fingers into her. Immediately, her body clamped around his fingers. Mark closed his eyes to settle the surge of need that followed her reaction. Cool it. You’ll have your chance.

Continuing his intimate stimulation, Mark loved feeling her tremble. He suspected Cricket was close to climaxing. He stroked his fingers in and out of her as he tried to keep his mind from imagining what it would feel like to be buried balls-deep inside her.

Cricket reached down to thread her fingers through his hair and tug firmly. She wasn’t playing. “Mark, I don’t want to come on your fingers. Please. Make love to me,” Cricket whispered urgently. She wiggled backward, away from the sensations he lavished on her.

This time, he allowed her to move. “Let me help you,” he urged, lifting her body back into its original position. He delayed for a few seconds to caress her delicate curves before twisting toward the nightstand to pull open the drawer and snag a box of condoms. Ripping open the sealed box, Mark dragged the strip of five packets out. After tearing one off, he thrust the rest under the pillow, where they would be easy to grab.

“Got plans?” she teased as he opened the first.

His gaze met her twinkling one. “I should have scheduled maneuvers much later. Fourteen hundred hours will come too soon.”

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