Gun Shy

by Ashley Bostock

  "Why should I believe you? It brings back what I've been thinking all along, that I don't really know you all that well. Sure, we've hung out some and talked but I don't know what you do in your free time." As she said all of this, she knew without a doubt that she would forgive him. Why? Because she had come to trust him.

  "You should believe me because you do know me. What you see is what you get. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. My free time is spent thinking about ways to be with you, where you're at or what you’re doing. It's spent sitting in my car waiting for you to show up at your house, or on your porch for that matter," he gestured towards her front door. "You have to believe me. I'm not out to hurt you. Before you, there were so many women I thought were attractive-" that stung a little, thought Marilyn, "but they are not attractive now. Seeing Alana made me gag. I don't know what I saw in her. And then I see you. This amazingly gorgeous woman who wants to get to know me and who isn't afraid of me, isn't afraid to compliment me or yell at me." The last part he said with his lopsided grin and it almost brought her to her knees.

  Marilyn softened, "There isn't another woman in your life?"

  Blake was dying to hold this woman in his arms but he held back, afraid she might still push him away. "No. There is only you, Marilyn. I want only you more than anything. More than I care to admit to myself." Finally, he was honest with himself. It felt good to say it out loud.

  "It's my turn to apologize. I'm sorry for storming out of the brewery and not giving you a chance to explain and then jumping to the wrong conclusions. That wasn't fair to you."

  Blake couldn't believe this. Only his angel would apologize for his wrongdoing.

  "Marilyn, no. Don't apologize, okay? This is all on me. I'm sorry for making you feel the way I did." It took him a split second before he was standing right in front of her, his fingers reached out to tip her chin up, her doe-like eyes once again reaching into his soul.

  "Tell me what to do to make this right."

  "You made it right."

  She was dying for him to kiss her but he stood there so still, she wasn't sure what he was thinking. She was pleading with her eyes, kiss me, kiss me. But his bright green eyes continued to caress her face, over her eyes, her nose, and her lips. He looked back into her eyes, down to her lips and before she could open her mouth, Blake was devouring her.

  His lips pressed into hers, hard and urgent. His hot tongue pried its way into her mouth, leaving no room to breathe. He knew he was being forceful but he didn't care. He was tired of showing restraint where Marilyn was concerned. She kissed him back just as forcefully, matching his nips and licks tit for tat. Her arms came around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Was that possible? She needed him. She wanted him to be a part of her, they weren't close enough. He gripped her lower back with one hand while the other came up to cup her cheek. Was he hurting her? She didn't back down and she didn't stop, she just keep meeting him in the middle. What he gave her, she gave right back.

  She found her hands coming down the front of his solid chest, unbuttoning one of his ever-present plaid shirts. She had to feel his skin, the ridges and contours of his solid body beneath her fingertips. Boy, could she feel them. Each touch emitted a spark of electricity at the tips of her fingers. With his plaid shirt still on, she reached underneath the hem of his white t-shirt, craving contact. There, right there, she could feel the beginnings of muscles that no doubt went underneath his shorts. The slight strength of those muscles contracting, spreading out like a spider web. She warred with her hands and mind on whether or not she should move them up his Greek-like body or move them down his Greek-like body, where there was no doubt an equally tempting treat waiting for her.

  Blake was slowly burning up. Marilyn's hands caressing his stomach and riding along the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s was almost too much. Ah, only an inch lower Angel and you'll make me real happy, he thought. He was hard and ready. All she had to do was say the word and he was hers. He didn't want to push her so in some unspoken agreement between them, this had to be all Marilyn. She was going to have to take charge and show Blake what she wanted. When his stomach felt the emptiness where her hands had been, he pulled back from their kisses. They were both breathing hard and her lips and cheeks held a slight flush. God, she was beautiful. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it down his arms, Blake helping her get himself out of it. Then she went back to the hemline on his white shirt and lifted it up as far as she comfortably could before Blake had to take over and pull it over his head. He threw it on the couch.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Marilyn's world tilted. Was she dreaming? Hadn't she seen Blake half naked before? How could she have missed all of this? Was it that dark in her room that night? She gulped. She was in trouble. His skin held the color of a man who enjoyed the outdoors. His green eyes even the ocean envied, she had no doubt, were such a stark contrast to his sun-toned skin that she was unable to move. His chest was peppered with beauty marks. He had the perfect amount of chest hair spread across his forbidden chest that traveled down his torso creating a treasure trail that led to millions, she just knew. Of its own accord, her hand reached out to his chest, feeling the soft hairs above his belly button. Wow. So God really did make men like this. She licked her lips and came out of her stupor. She met Blake's dancing eyes and felt her cheeks flame up. Oh, how embarrassing. But this man was allowing her to take her time and soak up everything about his half-naked body that she could. She was sure he knew what he did to her. It was evident in her eyes. Just as she knew what she was doing to him. She could see the outline of his bulge protruding from his khaki cargo pants.

  "Can I bite that lip too? It makes me jealous every time I see you biting it. I want to bite it."

  She giggled, did she really bite it that much when she was around him? Probably, she bit it for two reasons: from keeping herself from saying things she was thinking and from nervousness. So yeah, she probably bit it around him quite a bit.

  "You'll have your turn."

  With her fingertips caressing his torso she slowly made her way around his front, toward his back. She HAD to see his half-naked backside too. This would get lost in the moment if she didn't look now. Blake eyed her with suspicion but continued to stand still. He slowly turned his head so he could watch Marilyn in the mirror that hung in her living room. He could hear her let out a gasp and immediately felt her fingertips along his tattoo. He knew exactly which parts of it she was exploring with her fingertips. U.S ARMY INFANTRY and then the rifles and lastly, DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR. He forgot he even had that tattoo most days. Unless he saw it in the mirror or, usually, like now, women always wanted to touch it. But once they did, he had it memorized by touch exactly where the tattoo was placed on his shoulder blade. He had gotten it when he went into infantry. It was the only tattoo he had and would have. Aside from this, he couldn't think of anything as important to ink on his body.

  "It's extremely sexy. I like it," she told him breathlessly.

  The soft sound of him chuckling always took her breath away, "Thank you."

  What else could he say? Her honesty always amazed him. She traced it with her fingertips once again before Blake felt her lips pressed up against his skin. It was a butterfly kiss before she began exploring the rest of his torso. His muscles thrummed beneath her hands as if she were the puppeteer and he the puppet. She marveled at how well his back looked. He clearly cared about the way he looked and his health for that matter. She pressed her stomach up against his back and started pressing kisses along his shoulders again. If she was going to do this, she was going to give him everything she had. She wanted to take her time but the flame deep inside her belly was telling her it couldn't wait much longer. It's like it knew, having sex with Blake was going to be life-changing.

  Blake wasn't sure how much longer he could take these sweet temptuous kisses from this vixen. He didn't think she knew how badly she was teasing him. He stood stoic, letting her have her way, when what he
really wanted to do was turn around, and lick every inch of her body until she was dripping wet and then shove himself deep inside her and fuck her senseless. Deep breaths, he thought.

  She kissed her way around him and now faced him straight on. She stole a look into his eyes and could see the green fire smoldering with her every touch. He stayed so silent and still, she hoped she was doing this right. She kissed the bottom part of his neck, moving on to his chest. Her tongue swept out and licked his nipple, instantly making it protrude.

  He released a deep sigh, "Angel, I can't take this torture much longer."

  She smiled up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "What? My strong soldier can't take a little torture? I think you can Blake."

  She moved on to his other nipple, licking it as she did the other one. This time she sucked it in to her mouth. She bit down on it, not too hard. Blake's hand came up to her waist, squeezing her tight. She kissed some of his beauty marks on his chest and made her way up to his face. He crushed his lips down upon hers, taking everything she was offering. He kissed her fervently, needy. He could feel her hands fumbling with his belt buckle, finally pulling the straps free. She unbuttoned his shorts, pulling apart the zipper while his mouth devoured hers. He could feel her hands, her fingertips, brushing against the tip of his penis, making his eminent release all the more urgent. She pulled down his Calvin Klein’s, just enough for the head of his erection to protrude out. She rubbed the head of it with the palm of her hand. He was so soft, she thought.

  What was she doing to him? Blake groaned. One little touch on his manhood from this woman and it felt like he was going to die standing. He couldn't remember the last time a woman touched him like this. So soft and gentle yet urgent, biding her time. She broke away from his kiss and stood back getting a good look at his body. He liked the way her face lit up at the sight of him, yet she had a hard time holding eye contact with him. She was probably embarrassed, he thought, she tends to shy away easily.

  She could do this, she told herself. She had a hard time looking him in the eye while she did this. She felt wanton, naughty. She reached for his shorts, pulling on them until they fell to his ankles. She grabbed a hold of his boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down as well. His legs were strong and lean. She knelt in front of him and got her first look at his manhood. Wow. Had she ever seen a man this, uh, large? Was he going to fit inside of her when the time came? Could she actually do what she intended to do with her mouth? She gripped his hard length with her right hand, caressing his tip with the pad of her thumb. She then stroked him down to his base. He shuddered. She stole a glance up at him and his dominant eyes were on her. His eyes were the darkest shade of green she had ever seen. Once again, she was mesmerized.

  With her eyes on his, she opened her mouth and took him inside of her. She could immediately see the storm brewing in his eyes as he slid slowly inside her mouth. He was quite large, she thought. She could feel the head of his thick shaft at the back of her throat. She sucked as hard as she could, taking him all the way into her mouth, back out. Over and over. She tried not to break eye contact with him.

  He momentarily closed his eyes, "No gag reflex? Huh, baby?"

  She didn't answer him, just continued to devour him. In and out, in and out. Blake could feel himself on the brink of flowing his seed into her mouth. With each suck and lick of her tongue, she brought him closer and closer.

  Marilyn could feel his penis growing larger in her mouth and suddenly he was grunting and she could feel his semen flowing like warm honey inside her mouth. She swallowed down the thick, warm liquid and watched him open his eyes. Oh man, Marilyn had never experienced something that erotic and she hadn't even had an orgasm. She gripped him hard one last time, and tickled the tip of his length with her tongue, licking up his excess juice. He jerked away abruptly.

  "Come here."

  He pulled her up off of her knees and picked her up so she was straddling him. He hobbled over to her dining room table, which was thankfully free from clutter, and set her down on the tabletop. She was wearing some floaty white skirt that went to her ankles. He would take his time with this woman, he promised himself. It just wasn't going to be right now. No, right now he was going to fuck her to kingdom come. He bent down and took off his shoes and the rest of his clothes.

  He fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet and took out a condom. He hoped she had more because this was going to be a long night. He found his way up her skirt, pulling wildly at it, trying to find the center - her center! How many layers of cloth was this thing made of? He finally found her bare legs and practically threw the skirt over her head.

  Marilyn started giggling, "I could have helped," she smirked at him.

  "No way, Cupcake. This is all me."

  He marveled at her white panties, her legs spread wide open. They were made of some kind of lace with silver sequins all over the front. They had a cute white bow in the center. He placed his thumb at her center, pushing her panties to the side, he slid his fingers inside them. He touched her womanhood with his fingertips. Holy hell, she was dripping wet.

  "Stick your fingers inside of me, Blake. Please, now. I need it so badly," she whimpered.

  Her body was starting to thrust back and forth as if she could will his fingers into her core. He finally pushed two of his fingers inside. She let out a moan. Man, she was tight and warm. With his palm upturned, he slid his middle finger and ring finger out, in, out, in. With his free hand he held her panties to the side so that his working hand had easy access to push in, pull out. He couldn't believe how soaking wet she was, her juices flowing all over his fingers. He cupped her sex with his palm, grinding it along her hardened clit. She rocked her body back and forth. Her spread legs were widening and squeezing closed on their own accord. He could feel her getting close to an orgasm. Her body was clenching tightly around his fingers.

  Moments passed and she felt the earth-shattering orgasm course through her blood. His words from a few weeks ago came into her mind. "The one place I would stick my fingers and feel you shudder around them." We succeeded in that, she thought with a grin. She opened her eyes, Blake's fingers were still inside of her. She couldn't help the satisfied grin on her face. He gently pulled his fingers out and to her embarrassment, lifted them to his mouth and sucked on them. She couldn't believe he just did that!

  Her horror must have shown on her face, "You don't like me tasting you? You taste so sweet, Marilyn. Follow me, I want to taste you some more." His wicked grin was back. He put his hand out for her and she grabbed a hold of it. How was it he was completely naked and she was still fully clothed? She followed him into her bedroom. Although the room wasn't completely dark yet, Blake insisted that the light be on - so he could watch her every move.

  "Let's get you out of these."

  She marveled at his athletic body while he helped her out of her top, then her skirt. Finally, she stood naked in front of him, his eyes roaming all over body. She began to feel self conscious when Blake spoke up, "I have never seen anything more beautiful. It almost hurts."

  It took all she had not to cover herself up with her hands, instead she smiled shyly, "Thanks."

  It was taking all of Blake's self control to take it slow. He pushed Marilyn down onto the bed and hovered over her. He held himself with his forearms and kissed her lips. He kissed her neck, past her breasts and down to her stomach. He drew tantalizing circles around her abdomen, drawing an imaginary trail down to her womanhood. She was smooth and soft as the day she was born and it turned Blake on like crazy. His hand touched her slick folds as he brought his mouth down to the apex of her thighs. She involuntarily opened her legs wider, giving Blake better access. He began licking and sucking her; she writhed beneath him. He finally stuck his fingers in her again, gaining momentum. It didn't take long for her orgasm to hit. She screamed out, grabbing Blake's head and pulling it closer into her body.

  "Did that feel good Marilyn?"

  She was trying to come to her sense
s. She opened her sexually-induced comatose eyes and stared at Blake, who had a knowing grin on his face.

  "I'm going to fuck you now and make you scream again," he said so matter-of-factly, "are you ready?"

  He grabbed the same condom he had intended to use in the dining room and sheathed himself and torturously kissed her back up to her mouth. She could faintly smell herself on his lips. It made her feel self-conscious but she chose not to dwell on it. She could feel his erection pressed between her legs, could feel it right between her folds. In one small movement, he would finally be inside of her.

  With Blake still kissing her, he shoved himself hard, inside of her, no longer worried about waiting. He had to have her, make her his. Marilyn gasped as he filled her from head to toe. He was extremely large and it felt like he was tearing her apart. She bit down hard on his lip. Blake groaned. He stayed still for a moment before slowly moving in and out of her.

  "Are you okay?" he whispered.

  She smiled back, "Perfect."

  He continued with the movement, gaining speed and depth. Until, finally, they both reached the point of no return. Marilyn cried out his name as he buried his face in between her neck and shoulder.

  Marilyn opened her eyes. Her backside was up against Blake's front side. His arms were wrapped tightly around her. She was facing her window and wondered what time it was since it was still dark outside. She tried wiggling her head up a little bit as to not wake up Blake but she could barely see the alarm clock. 3:03. They had an awesome night. After making love to her one more time - which she was unaware that a man could go that many rounds in a row - they were thoroughly spent. She took note of her body and realized she was somewhat sore in all the right places. Ahh, but she felt good. She couldn't believe how many orgasms she had. All in one night ... or evening! By a sexy-as-hell, sinfully delicious, knows-how-to-do-it, man. She couldn't help the widespread grin across her face. Her stomach growled. When was the last time she ate? She couldn't remember. Not the entire time Blake had been there. And she was so furious yesterday she hadn't had anything after she left the brewery. Yeah, it had been awhile. She turned slightly in his arms to watch him sleep but was surprised to find his eyes open, watching her.