Finally, she wore only her knickers. She guessed he’d remove them straightaway, fling off his clothes and get to the main event. Just like Thomas. Instead, he moved back up the bed and started kissing her again. Slow kisses. Lingering kisses. She gasped at the assault on her senses, felt more moistness trickle between her legs and stirred uneasily. She didn’t understand. After kissing her lips, he moved on to her breasts, kneading the firm globes, tugging her nipples in the way she’d shown him before replacing his fingers with his mouth. Each tug echoed down her body, clear to her pussy. He suckled with loud noises to make her laugh. The wet rasp of his tongue drove her even higher. She ached. She throbbed for him.
With a final draw of his mouth and a lingering kiss, he rose from the bed. Without taking his teasing gaze off her, he disrobed. He removed his shirt and singlet. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. The fabric slipped down his legs followed by his underwear and socks, leaving him naked apart from the dog tags hanging around his neck, the two discs that bore his personal details along with his lucky coin.
Like her, he posed for an instant, letting her look her fill. Pamela sighed in appreciation. A sight to behold with his wide shoulders and ropy muscles. His powerful chest bore only the faintest sprinkling of hair. Slim hips. Long legs. She ached to touch him, to run her fingers over the sleek muscles and explore him at will. Her mouth watered at the pleasure to come. The lovemaking would sizzle between them after the time and care he’d taken to arouse her.
Pamela smiled and held out her arms. “Come and lie with me.”
“Yes.” His gaze slowly passed across her face and lower, lingering at her breasts before skating down to her plain white knickers. Michael joined her on the bed and they toppled into the dip in the mattress. His hands skimmed across her rib cage. He traced across the band holding her knickers in place and lowered his head to tease and suckle at a distended nipple. A low keening sound emerged when he drew hard enough to send a spike of sensation to her pussy. She couldn’t take this anymore. Thomas had never treated her with such attention or worried enough to ensure she squirmed, desperate, frantic for release. Already Michael had taught her things about herself she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Slowly, he drew her knickers down her legs. His soft smile did nothing to stop the sudden escalation of nerves. She tensed when he dropped them over the edge of the bed. Instinctively, she shut her eyes. Cowardly, yes, but fear caused the hitch in her confidence. Oh, she still wanted him fiercely, but she wondered if she’d entered fallen woman territory. Maybe Thomas’s accusations had been right all this time.
His hand glided across her hip bone. He moved, and a damp sensation caused her eyes to flick open. He licked around her belly button, grinning up at her when he registered her reaction. The easy charm of his smile shoved away the renewed doubts. His fingers combed through her pubic hair and parted her legs. A shudder swept through her, her pulse rate racing while she anticipated his next move. His touch … it felt so good. Too good. He slid one leg between hers while his hands slid the length of her body with a long, luxurious stroke.
“Michael,” she whispered, savoring the sound of his name on her lips. He reached up to kiss her again, stroking his tongue against hers. The move wasn’t subtle. It shrieked of the sexual act and warmed her, a quick punch of heat that had her writhing beneath him. Finally, when she thought he’d never progress to the next stage, he moved a fraction. He reached between her legs, delving through moist folds with a sure and confident move, the touch of a man who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. She sucked in a hasty breath and released an aroused moan. A liquid squelch sounded and heat unfurled in her. She started to tremble when he explored her engorged, wet folds again. “Please, Michael.” She kissed him wherever she could reach and rubbed her body against his. She knew he wanted her. His cock left a damp trail on her upper thigh.
A rich tapestry of scents filled the air: her delicate floral perfume along with his aftershave and the musky smell of arousal.
He pushed away from her, and at her cry of protest, he grinned. “Just grabbing a raincoat.”
A sheath. Oh, dear. At least one of them was alert. And they said men did their thinking with their cocks. She snorted inwardly. Maybe pilots were different beasts. She watched him grab a sheath from his wallet and roll it onto his erection. A wave of longing flowed through her, the desire to have his body surrounding and filling hers. He was a big man, his cock long and broad, but she sensed they’d fit perfectly. Her fingers slid down to tease between her legs. She rubbed them over her nub, shuddering at the burst of pleasure. Her hips lifted while her fingers slid over swollen flesh. She sighed with enjoyment.
“Don’t go without me,” Michael said with a lazy grin.
She froze, shocked at her actions. She hadn’t thought; she’d just gone with impulse. Her heart pumped with anxiety, scanning his face for his thoughts. He didn’t seem too bothered by her forward actions.
“This is going to be good,” he whispered. “I’ve never been with a woman like you before.”
Like her? What did he mean by that crack?
“It’s arousing.” He fisted his cock and pumped lightly, his broad shoulders shaking. He stared straight at her, his eyes big, green mysterious pools. “Sexy, being with a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”
All the tension bled away at his reply. Instinct had told her he was special. “Let me do that,” she said, realizing she hadn’t touched him much. Not intimately.
“Not this time,” he said, his tone rueful. “It’s been a few months for me. One touch from you and I’ll explode.”
A surprised chuckle escaped. His statement explained his thorough attention, his time and care. The knowledge brought warmth and a wave of tenderness for the big man. Of course, he could be lying. She scanned his face. No. No, she didn’t think so. After living with Thomas she’d become good at detecting lies or half-truths.
He moved over her, and she reached up to kiss him, scoring her teeth over the tender skin beneath his ear. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Leashed power simmered in him. If he wanted, he could overpower her and do as he willed. Instead, he let her play. She dragged a ragged breath from him when she licked the dips of his collarbone. His lashes lowered to screen his expression but the catch in his breath told her what he liked. A rough kiss. A nip to his neck. She laved one flat nipple and his large hand cupped her head, silently encouraging her to continue.
“Now, Michael,” she said.
He held his weight on his arms and smiled down at her. “It’s time,” he agreed. He guided his cock to her entrance and slowly pushed inside. Despite her arousal, her passage was tight because she hadn’t made love for a long time. He filled her, taking her to the edge of pain. Pleasurable pain. He withdrew and she clutched him in alarm.
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to,” he said through gritted teeth. He forged inside again, going a little farther this time before repeating the move. She dug her heels into the mattress, attempting to ignore the embarrassing squeak of the bed.
Finally, he thrust deep. Fully seated, he stilled, his cock throbbing inside her. “That feels good, love.” He dipped his head to bathe the puckered crest of her breast with his tongue. The moist suction of his mouth pushed clawing tension higher. Hot intent shone in his eyes, and her womb fluttered in recognition.
“It does.” Her breathless reply held entreaty. She needed him to move and end this torture. With a hip gyration she egged him onward. Slowly, oh so slowly, he withdrew before plunging back inside. The flare of his cock stretched her inner walls. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped. She’d missed this, having a man hold her, love her. He set up a steady rhythm, each surging move sending sensual pressure climbing inside. She trembled, balanced on the cusp of orgasm. His thrusts became faster. Harder. More urgent. She held on for the ride, clutching his shoulders, squeezing his firm backside like an anchor.
A raw and guttural cry fell
from his lips; his lunges into her turned frenzied. Michael stilled without warning, his cock jerking inside her. His face squeezed tight, as if he were in pain. She stroked his broad, sweaty back, a sense of disappointment filling her. It had felt nice but that was all. She hadn’t climaxed.
“Aw, love. I’m sorry.” Michael withdrew from her and dealt with the sheath.
She lay there, an ache in her throat, expecting him to dress and leave, but he didn’t. He returned to her side and drew her into his arms. He kissed and petted her until she relaxed and ached for fulfillment. He teased her, making sweeping passes with his fingers until she tingled. His earthy, masculine scent filled her; his touch consumed her. He tugged on her nipples before moving down her body. Desire flared in his green eyes when he stared up at her. Seconds later, he placed his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue raked down her cleft, teasing her swollen nub.
“Oh, Michael.” She groaned since she’d never encountered the like before. The soft, moist teasing of his lips and tongue made her mouth dry, her heart thud. He licked gently and the frenzied shivers of excitement turned into increasingly urgent hunger. One final slow slide of his tongue across her nub pushed her into pleasure so great she cried out. She shuddered, ribbons of sensation shooting to her toes and tugging at her breasts. Heat crawled over her body as she succumbed to the delight of his silken touch.
“Love, you are amazing.” He moved up the bed and tugged her into his arms. Their lips met, and she tasted her juices on his mouth. Her heart hammered. She couldn’t suffer guilt, not when making love to Michael had felt so special.
They must have drifted off to sleep. Pamela woke slowly, savoring the sensual glide of hands across her shoulders, the pleasuring stroke of his fingers between her legs and his warmth at her back.
“Hi. I thought I was dreaming,” she whispered.
“No dream, love.” His cock nudged her buttocks.
She sighed and pushed against his chest, an ache settling in her pussy. She’d have to thank her cousin because she didn’t regret this at all. Gently, he pushed her over onto her stomach and parted her legs. For an instant she froze, memories of Thomas bombarding her. This isn’t Thomas. It’s Michael. She shoved the past away and forced herself to relax.
“You’re so soft.” His hand smoothed across her buttocks, the slightly calloused skin creating a tingling friction. The mattress moved and seconds later, she identified a puff of warm air followed by the moist lap of his tongue across her bottom.
She giggled, the last remaining tension seeping away. “What are you doing?”
“Creating memories,” he said, before he drew his finger along the crack between her bum cheeks. He massaged her rosette, drawing a mew of need from deep in her throat.
She shuddered as he continued to stroke and play, her stomach cinching tight with need even as she registered his words. Oh, yes. He excelled at initiating memories. She sent a silent prayer he’d keep safe and enjoy his reminiscing far into the future.
“I wanted to tease and play for longer,” he murmured. “But I can’t wait. At least this time I’ll have more control.”
The humor in his voice made her smile. “Is that right?”
“I know so,” he said, a promise in his words. Michael grabbed another sheath, put it on and moved over her, taking the time to lick the length of her spine before widening her legs. She relished the press of the flared head of his cock at her wet entrance and pushed back, leisurely impaling herself. The slow stretch of her inner walls delighted her, the warmth of his chest against her back comforting and stimulating. He pushed inside, and she sighed, happier than she’d been for a long time.
The wet sound of arousal filled the air with each steady surge and retreat of his cock. Gradually he upped the pace. The nip of his teeth at her shoulder increased the clawing tension inside her, while the delicate brush of his fingers at one nipple nudged her even higher, hurtling her toward climax.
“Faster,” she pleaded.
“Good idea.” He thrust hard and fast, his groan raw and guttural. One final hard tug at her breast made her shatter. She convulsed around his cock, the contractions hard, almost painful in their intensity. “Oh, God,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing her ear. He thrust one final time and stilled. “You are incredible.”
They remained motionless for an instant longer, luxuriating in the aftershocks before he withdrew and removed the sheath. He pulled her into his arms and for the first time in ages, she felt feminine. Even better, he made her feel safe.
Chapter Six
Four days later, Pamela bustled around the shop, tidying up at the end of a long day. Her aunt had left early, wanting to spend time with her husband in the garden. She didn’t mind closing on her own and enjoyed this time of the afternoon when her snappish customers left her in peace. Honestly, the publican’s wife treated her like the enemy, blaming her personally for the long queues to purchase butter and the shortage of cheese and real eggs. The bell on the door tinkled and her head jerked up. She smiled automatically. “Sorry, I’m about to—”
“Close?” Michael asked, shooting the bolt on the door and turning the Open sign around to read Closed. He prowled across the floor toward her before leading her into the back room. Her heart went pitter-patter, thudding violently against her breast. She’d thought about him often, reliving their night together. She’d hoped to see him again, prayed for it, but she was also realistic enough to know he’d have limited time off. German bombers struck London every night now, putting everyone under pressure.
He leaned closer, his eyes glowing with tenderness. She blinked and the emotion disappeared, so she wondered if she’d imagined his expression. He cupped her face with one hand, smiled, and leaned closer to steal a kiss. It was tender. Sweet. And it made her want more. She didn’t know what it was about Michael, but he made her happy, made her think of the future.
Their future, if they both survived this hellish war.
She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside. A soft frisson of pleasure hummed through her. She moaned, a tiny sound of need, and pressed closer. A hairpin jabbed her scalp but she didn’t care. He was really here, and in one piece.
“Can you stay the night?” Forward, she knew, but she’d already broken rules when she let him into her bed. Breaking a few more wouldn’t make any difference.
“No, I’m flying tonight. I have an hour before I need to return to base.” He grimaced, giving her the impression he wasn’t pleased with the idea. She wasn’t surprised. She’d heard night flying was dangerous because of the ever-changing weather and mists. In addition, he looked exhausted. He’d lost weight, and his uniform jacket was starting to hang on him. “I shouldn’t be here, but I wanted a kiss from my lucky charm.”
He was here because of superstition? Her heart stalled at his words.
Before she could question him, he backed her against the desk she used to do her paperwork. The polished wood pressed painfully against the backs of her thighs but the aches and tenderness didn’t distract from his magical kiss. He nibbled the cords of her neck, slipped his hand beneath the neckline of her dress to stroke the upper slopes of her breasts. His fingers sneaked beneath a brassiere cup to fondle her breast and tug sharply at her nipple. Their need ratcheted up into urgency. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and biting the smooth flesh she uncovered. Breathing hoarsely, he pulled away to fumble with his trousers and rolled on a sheath. Before she had time to blink, he lifted her dress up around her waist and dragged her knickers to her knees. Bending his head, he kissed her again. Nibbled her lower lip. Licked her top one. Taking her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside, stealing her breath with his forceful exploration.
“Michael.” She shuddered, wanting more, desperate for more of the same thrilling pleasure she’d experienced a few days ago. He ran his hand over the bare skin above her woolen stockings.
“I’ve been thinking about you. About this.” His fingers delved in the moisture po
oling between her legs.
Her heart skipped a beat on seeing the hot intent in his green eyes. One finger thrust into her damp pussy before he lined his cock up and pushed inside. The pressure stretched her inner walls, but it was a good pain. And she wanted him, reveled in the sensations now that he’d awakened her body again. He thrust hard. Fast. He pistoned his hips, pounding into her with frantic strokes. The erotic assault continued until a familiar low pressure gathered in her sex. With a cry of surrender, she convulsed around his cock. The earthy scent of lovemaking filled the air, a reminder of the forbidden. Refusing to suffer guilt, she drew a sharp breath, savoring the renewed pleasure and sensations as he thrust again. With a guttural shout, he climaxed, his cock contracting violently. For several moments, he held her, his face buried against her neck and hair. Slowly, he lifted his head to kiss her, exploring her mouth thoroughly before pulling away and separating their bodies.
He cupped her cheeks and smiled. “My good luck charm.” Rapidly, he removed the sheath, tossed it in the rubbish and righted his clothes. “I have to go, love.” After another quick kiss, he left, making her wonder if she’d imagined the entire episode. Frowning, she re-dressed and smoothed her clothes. She locked the door and returned to the back room. Despite enjoying the lovemaking, this time she felt like a convenience. For a fleeting second she wondered if Michael was using her before discarding the thought. Instinct told her he was nothing like that. With a tiny laugh, she shoved away the memories of Thomas—the ones that were suddenly circling like Spitfires waiting to land at the airfield. Michael was nothing like her husband, which was why she liked him so much.
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