Page 30 of Relentless Surrender

Before she could say another word, Sage could feel the press of his cock at her slick entrance. He slid in easily. Stretching her. Filling her.

“Now this is coming home,” growled Conner as he pressed in further.

Sage wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him closer. Conner leaned down to toy with her lips. Flicking her upper lip with his tongue. Nipping at her lower with his teeth.

“Please, Conner,” she begged. “I can’t wait. Fuck me!”

“With pleasure, Spitfire.”

Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her legs up higher and vigorously thrust into her welcoming heat. Loving how her body clenched and grasped at this shaft. The bed shifted and squeaked. Their harsh breaths mixed with the occasional moan.

Sage clenched fistfuls of the crumpled sheets as she felt the building, delicious pressure of her coming release.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” commanded Conner as he sucked on her nipple.

The dominating, controlling tone of his voice coupled with his lips on her breast sent her over the edge. Sage screamed her release as her thighs clamped down around his hips. Conner was moments behind. Roaring his climax as he thrust deep one last time before collapsing on top of her already limp weight.

He immediately rolled to the right, cradling her with him in the crook of his shoulder.

Conner kissed her forehead. “Missed you, baby.”

Sage stroked his chest as she cuddled closer, “Missed you too.”

Giving her a playful pat on her ass, Conner rose from the bed, “I’m starving! How about I make us some food? I know it’s late at night but how about some breakfast?”

Sage smiled as she tossed on his old Marine t-shirt, her new favorite thing to wear. Good thing she just bought a fresh dozen eggs she thought with a laugh.

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“You can’t even give me a hint where we are going?”

“No.”

“Not even if I traded a sexual favor for one?” Sage teased suggestively.

“Stop trying to tempt me and hurry up. We can’t be late.”

Having earned 15 days leave over the last six months of training, Conner had only been home three days and already she was dreading his next assignment. It was just so wonderful having him around. Tonight, he had arranged a special surprise for her but despite all her best efforts she could not get the slightest hint from him as to what it was going to be.

Sage was all the more intrigued when he put on his dress blues. Marines only wore their uniform for formal or special occasions.

“Can you at least tell me if we are staying in D.C. or heading to Virginia or Maryland?”

After a moment to consider, Conner answered, “We are staying in D.C. Now get in the truck.”

They drove for about 20 minutes till they reached the Naval Yards at 8th and I.

“The Marine Barracks?” asked Sage, her heart sinking just a little. It was silly really. For a moment there she thought Conner might have been taking her to nice dinner and perhaps…well, maybe…perhaps proposing. It was really silly. Stupid really. She was the one complaining early on they were moving too fast and here she was dreaming of marriage proposals six months in.

“Have you ever seen the Evening Parade with the President’s Own Band?”

“No, sounds exciting.”

After entering through a red brick building, they walked out into a beautiful open courtyard filled with large oak trees. As an officer, Conner was escorted to priority seating in the center of the band stand. Sage was getting swept up in the energy and excitement of the crowd and the setting. The stands were filled with families, Marines in uniform and tourists. She felt extra pride being able to walk in on the arm of a handsome Marine officer, relishing in the covetous looks she caught from nearby females. Back off ladies, he’s all mine!

Promptly at 8pm an announcer hailed the beginning of the Evening Parade.

Conner leaned down and whispered to Sage, “First, will be the President’s Own Band. They wear special red uniforms.”

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