Carly let out a little screech.
Matt lifted his hands in surrender and winced. “I’m sorry for apologizing. Oh fuck! Sorry.” He grimaced then started laughing. He let out a great big belly laugh and fell back onto the blanket.
For a moment, Carly thought he might need his meds adjusted. Even so, she couldn’t help but smile, then join in. His laughter became infectious. “You’re such an asshole!” she yelled at him between the laughter.
He held onto his stomach as his body hiccupped with each uncontrollable chuckle. “I’m sorry for being an asshole.” He laughed even harder, almost wheezing.
“You should be!” With a chuckle, she fell on top of him, hugging him tight.
“I’m sorry for disappearing.” His laughter quickly faded. He brushed the hair out of her face and cupped her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “I’m sorry for being incapable of loving you back.” His deep voice became reduced to barely a whisper. “I’m sorry you fell in love with someone like me.” He tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. “Because you deserve so much better.” His last words were spoken against her lips.
She pulled away just a breadth. “Don’t underestimate yourself, Matt.”
He quickly rolled until he had her pinned underneath him. “I’ll tell you this. I’ll try to be a better man. I promise to take my meds and go to therapy. And then one day…one day I may deserve that love of yours.”
“You have to promise me you’ll never disappear again. No matter what happens you’ll stick around to work things out. You can’t get better by running away.”
His crystal blue eyes bore into her. “This time it was for a good reason.”
She knew that. She did. Now. But the way he went about it worried her.
“You can always talk to me. If something is bothering you, and you need to hash it out, come to me.”
“I don’t want to be a burden.”
Carly shook her head. “You won’t be. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t offer.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
Her lips twitched into a smile. “You’re awesome in bed.”
His brows shot almost to his hairline. “Oh, is that it, huh?”
“Yep.”
“It’s just sex?” he teased, his eyes twinkling.
“Just sex,” she confirmed.
“Nothing more?”
“Nah. That’s enough. That’s all you wanted, right?”
“Yep, you naked beneath me with me deep inside you, making you squirm and cry out as you come multiple times.”
“Oh, nothing to do with me when I’m on top? Or giving you orders? You certainly respond to my commands like a good little Marine.”
His eyes hooded as he studied her. “I can’t seem to recall any time you’ve ordered me around.”
“Really.”
“Really,” he said, amusement behind his heavy-lidded eyes.
Carly couldn’t miss his hard length pushing against her thigh. It had been a month since they’ve had any physical contact. A month since they’ve held each other. A month since he’d been a part of her.
“Maybe I need a little reminder from the dictator doctor,” he suggested.
She whacked him in the arm. “Dictator doctor? Is that what you call me?”
“Ever since I saw you in action that first day in the hospital.”
“Did it turn you on, Marine?” she asked, running her palm over his hard length hidden by his jeans.
He thrust against her hand. “It did.”
“Hmm. Maybe you need a little reminder on how much you like it when I tell you what to do.”
“I’m very forgetful.”
She pushed up away from him to straddle his waist and study him.
He reached up and brushed her hair back away from her face and over her shoulders. “You know how beautiful you are?” he asked, barely above a whisper. He ran a knuckle over her cheek.
“I feel beautiful when I’m with you.” She rubbed her pelvis against him in a slow grind.
His lips parted and a loud breath escaped. “One of my therapists said sex is good for the psyche.”
Carly cocked one eyebrow and bit back a laugh. “Did they, huh?”
“Uh huh. And lots of it too.”
“Ah. Well, I wouldn’t want to go against your doctor’s order. That wouldn’t be wise.” She planted her hands on his chest and brought her lips above his.
“No, it wouldn’t,” he murmured, staring at her mouth. “When are you getting to the bossy part?”
Carly bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Now. Are you ready?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Kiss me, Marine.” The command didn’t come out as strong as she intended. It ended up sounding like a sigh instead.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said just as softly before capturing her mouth with his.
She took control, pushing her tongue between his parted lips, exploring inside, smashing her tongue against his until they were in a little wrestling match. She worked her hips up and down on him as they kissed until he groaned into her mouth.
He pulled away, panting. “Ma’am.”
“Yes?”
“Permission to get undressed?”
“Not yet, Marine.”
His glazed eyes darkened.
“You have to undress me first,” she told him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m sorry. Did you address me?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he barked loudly this time.
“That’s better.”
Piece by piece, he took his time removing her clothes. Her sleeveless, button-down blouse, her black capris. He slipped off her sandals, caressing her feet with his skilled fingers as he did so.
Everything he removed he folded up neatly and placed in an orderly pile on the corner of the blanket. Carly said nothing as she watched him go through his routine. Her patience surprised her since she wanted him so badly. And it seemed like a lifetime since they’d been intimate.
The anticipation ramped her up though. She sighed when he finally removed her bra, sliding his fingers around to cup her breasts for a moment, only for a few seconds when she wanted so much more.
He snagged the elastic of her panties. Just once, she’d like to have a pair of sexy panties on when he undressed her. But each time with him ended up being unexpected.
She made a mental note to throw all her cotton no-nonsense panties in the rag bin and only buy feminine, sexy underwear. Maybe they wouldn’t be practical, but she wanted to look sexy, enticing to him.
Not that he seemed to care what undergarments she wore.
Finally, completely naked, he helped her back down to the blanket and sank to his knees between her feet. “I have a request, ma’am,” he said, his words clipped as if in boot camp.
“What is your request, Marine?”
“I would like to taste you.”
Carly smiled and regarded the man at her feet still fully clothed. She wanted nothing more than for him to put his mouth on her. Okay, not true. She wanted so much more. Though, what he proposed sounded like a good start.
A very good start, she thought, as he lowered himself between her legs, pressing her thighs wider.
“May I, ma’am?”
“You may,” she answered, her voice breaking when he didn’t wait for her permission. He slipped his tongue between her wet folds, stroking, teasing. He flicked her clit and circled it with the tip, before pressing his lips to her, sucking the sensitive nub.
Oh yes, this man knows what he’s doing.
All thoughts fled her brain as she cried out and lifted her hips closer to his mouth. He slid his hands underneath her ass, holding her up, and with using nothing except his oral skills, an orgasm rolled through her. Grasping the blanket with her fingers, she screamed unintelligible words, sounds, possibly his name. She might have even screamed out to a deity or two when he didn’t let up. His movements of his lips and tongue became more intense, more focused,
and within seconds her pussy throbbed with another climax.
Her clit became so sensitive after the second coming that she yelled at him to stop, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to get him to move up and over her.
He resisted, still lying between her legs, looking up her body, meeting her gaze. His lips were shiny from her arousal and he wore a satisfied smile.
“So what do I taste like, Marine?”
“Heaven. Sweet, sweet heaven.”
He crawled up her body and before she could stop him, pressed his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his mouth, and it made her lower body throb with need.
“May I undress now, ma’am?” he asked against her lips. Working his way slowly down her jawline, he nibbled along her skin. He kissed down her throat and then sucked at the hollow of her neck, making her squirm against him. Tucking his jean-clad knee between her legs, he pressed against her swollen and ready mound, working the rough denim in a rhythm that drove her mad. She needed him now.
She didn’t even want to wait for him to get naked. But his body was glorious when bare, especially when she could see every line and plane of him, every bunch and ripple of his muscles.
Carly decided right there and then he needed to be naked. Like yesterday. Why did she ever make him wait?
She pulled at his T-shirt, yanking it halfway over his head until it got stuck. He quickly helped remove it. When he was shirtless and she could see the contours of his hard muscles under his skin, she practically turned into a puddle. She brushed her fingers over his shoulders, his arms, appreciating his masculinity, and she became wetter, wanting him more than ever.
“Get those jeans off now, Marine. Double time.”
He jumped to his feet, snagging his T, beginning to fold it neatly. This time…this time she didn’t have the patience for his OCD. She bit back a frustrated scream. But he noticed her expression and threw the shirt to the side with a stilted smile.
She could imagine him giving himself a little pep talk, telling himself that he could leave his clothes where he tossed them. That they didn’t need to be in order.
His fingers clenched and unclenched for a moment, then he tore at his jeans, peeling them down his lean legs. He almost landed on his ass as he hopped from one foot to the other with his jeans bunched around his ankles until he freed himself of his boots and socks. He gave his discarded clothes a quick glance, then shook his head and fell back to his hands and knees above Carly.
She was proud of him since she knew how he struggled with letting go of his urge to straighten up. She offered him an encouraging smile and he shot her a wide, toothy one back.
“Two,” she told him, holding up two fingers.
He gave her a questioning look.
“At least two more orgasms, Marine. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do my best.”
No doubt he would. He felt as hard as a rock against her thigh. So close, yet so far. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, she figured she could wait a few more seconds for the main event.
She pushed her breasts together, encouraging him to give them equal attention. He released one nipple from his mouth, catching it between his thumb and forefinger, and tweaked it hard, causing a shock of lightning down to her toes. His fingers continued their pleasurable torture while his mouth moved to the other, the tip of his tongue traced around the outer areola.
The ache in Carly’s core increased unbearably. She needed him inside her, filling her up. As if he read her mind, he adjusted his hips between her thighs and slowly slid inside her without releasing her sensitive nipples.
She threw head back with the sensation overload, gasping out his name. One hand grabbed the back of his head, the other clawed at his ass as he entered her at an excruciatingly slow pace over and over. His body moved in a gentle rhythm that caused her to squeeze him tight inside and out.
He lifted his head, leaving her nipples glistening, to groan. “You’re so wet, so tight. If I wasn’t already there, you’d be driving me crazy.”
“It’s a good kind of crazy, and I’m feeling it too,” she said, sliding her hand to cup his cheek. “Keep it up, Marine, and you’ll make me come in a second or two.”
“I aim to please, ma’am.” With a sharper tilt of his hips, he drove himself deep, making her eyes flutter close.
Each pound of his cock became harder, deeper, but just as agonizingly slow. Gasps escaped her as she dug her nails into his ass and wrapped her legs around his tighter. He filled her completely, and it was true, he drove her mad with his precise movements.
“First one, Marine,” she said on a ragged breath when her climax exploded outward, causing her fingers and toes to clench, seeking purchase in his flesh as her hips jumped underneath him. “Oh fuck,” she cried out.
“You only want two?” he asked, his low voice sounding a bit strained near her ear. He stilled, letting her catch her breath for a second.
“Two is acceptable. Three’s a bonus. More than that would be extraordinary.” She couldn’t believe she could still string thoughts and sentences together.
“You’re not asking for much,” he whispered against her skin, chuckling softly.
A random thought hit her. “Do you think anyone might walk in here?” She shot a quick glance toward the door.
“You’re worried about that now? You’re just about to have another orgasm, do you really care?”
With a smile, she arched her back under him. “Do your best to make me not care.”
“Is that an order?”
“It sure as hell is, Marine.”
He nodded, grinned, and gave her a heart-racing pounding that made her breathless, boneless, and definitely forgetful. She concentrated on nothing except him and what he did to her. The sounds coming from between his parted lips. The pressure against her sensitive clit as he would pull out of her almost completely, then slam against her. The slapping of their skin on contact made her toes curl, her eyes become unfocused.
At that moment and the ones to follow, nothing in the world existed but him.
Her Matt. Her Marine.
After the second climax rolled directly into the third, she lost count. His endurance was almost more than she could handle. Their bodies became slick, their breathing labored, and their limbs trembled.
About to cry mercy herself, she realized he waited for her permission to come, for her to allow his release.
“Matt, come for me,” she urged.
Between gritted teeth, he said, “Only if it was extraordinary.”
“Yes, Marine, it was. Now let go.” Though she tried to put some strength behind her voice to give him the command, she failed miserably. She felt too drained to do anything other than murmur the words. But he heard her.
With a shuddered breath, his hips jerked one final time as he spilled inside her, the root of his cock pulsating against her sensitive, swollen flesh.
The sense of complete fulfillment overcame her as he carefully lowered his weight onto her, slipping to her side. With a hand propped against his head, he studied her.
She was sure she looked a mess. Her hair a rat’s nest, her barely-there makeup completely worn away, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
The benefit to his cropped haircut was he still looked put-together after their marathon session and more handsome than ever, especially with the sweat over his upper lip and his heavy breathing. If Carly wasn’t so spent, she’d be tempted to climb on top of him and begin all over again.
But she couldn’t. And checking out his relaxed expression, he didn’t seem capable either. In one way, it was a pity, in another it proved how intense their lovemaking could be.
Lovemaking.
She reminded herself their relationship consisted of “just sex.” Pure, unadulterated sex. Mind-blowing S. E. X.
Her lips curved into a smile.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked a
s he brushed her damp hair away from her face.
“You.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What about me?”
“How you react to me giving you orders.”
“You like that, huh?
“I like calling you Marine. Though…maybe I should call you Officer instead. You’re no longer a Marine.”
“Once a Marine, always a Marine,” he stated firmly. “But you can call me Asshole as long as we continue to have sex like that.”
“Your staying power is impressive.”
“Yeah, I was pretty close to dying. I think I saw a bright light. I hope you don’t judge my future performances with that one. Remember, I’ve been saving it up for a month.”
“You and me both,” she said, sighing.
He flopped onto his back, using his forearm as a pillow. “I missed you.”
It was her turn to flip onto her side and look down into his face, though he avoided her eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Just a warning…saying things like that makes me love you even more.”
He stared up at the ceiling of the barn, quiet. She studied his strong features, the curve of his nose, the jut of his chin, the line of his jaw. She traced the curve of his lips with her fingertip. He parted them, his tongue darting out and in quickly to lick her.
She yanked her hand back and laughed. “That tongue has some skills, Marine, don’t tempt me to put you back to work.”
“Mmm. Nothing’s hotter than you tasting yourself on my lips.”
“I’m glad you’re home,” she said, meaning every word.
“You’re not the only one.” He sat up abruptly, pulling her up with him. “In fact, let’s go home.”
She liked the sound of that coming from him. It gave her hope that he would be okay. He just needed to stay the course. Keep taking his meds, show up for therapy. And she would be glad to help him relieve any built-up stress or tension with amazing, mind-numbing sex.
Yes, she had no problem volunteering for that.
As he gathered his scattered clothes, she watched him move, completely comfortable in his naked state. He should be, his body was one of the best she’d seen. He kept himself in such good shape, his low body fat showing off each contour of his muscles. As he turned to pick up his discarded boots, her gaze landed on the tattoo that covered his back. The huge, permanent reminder of his sense of loyalty and duty.
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