by Susan Stoker
Taylor swallowed hard. “I am too. And I’m not on birth control.”
He nodded. “This condom was always meant to be used with you. I swear.”
“I believe you.” And she did.
“Good. Now, lift up.”
Obediently, Taylor sat up.
“All the way up on your knees,” Eagle ordered. “And scoot back a bit.”
She decided she kind of liked him being bossy like this. She went up on her knees and blushed when she could feel how wet her inner thighs were. She’d never been this wet before.
His eyes took her in slowly, from her head, over her breasts, down her stomach, to her pussy. Then she felt his hands brush against her folds, and she shivered. She was aware that he was putting on the condom, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes.
He gripped her hip once more. “Take me inside,” he told her.
Looking down, Taylor saw his hard condom-covered cock arching toward his belly button. She took it into her hand, loving how it jerked at her touch.
“Fuck,” Eagle swore.
Taylor moved forward on her knees until she was hovering over him. She used the tip of his cock to caress herself for a second, and to spread her wetness all over him. She loved how long his cock was. It wasn’t all that thick, but she had a feeling it might be hard to take all of him because of his length.
“Do it,” Eagle urged.
Taylor notched his cock to her entrance and slowly began to sink down on him.
They both groaned at the sensation.
She stopped when he was only halfway in. It had been a while since she’d been with anyone, and the pinch of him deep inside her was slightly painful.
“Easy,” Eagle crooned, and she was thankful he hadn’t taken over and shoved himself all the way inside.
His hand moved between them, and he used his thumb to caress her still-sensitive clit.
Taylor jerked, taking a bit more of him inside her body.
“That’s it,” Eagle said. “Take your time. I can lie here all night and stare at your beautiful body. Your pussy’s stretched so tight around my cock, and I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.”
That did it. Taylor groaned at his dirty words and sank all the way down, taking all of him.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” Eagle cursed. “You’re so hot and tight, you’re practically strangling my cock.”
Taylor felt extremely full, but in a good way. She swore she could feel him against her cervix. It was slightly uncomfortable, but not enough to make her want to pull away.
She wasn’t stopping now—no way. It was almost unbelievable that Eagle was actually inside her. She hadn’t planned on this when she’d opened her door earlier, but she couldn’t be happier.
“Take as much time as you need,” Eagle said.
Blinking, Taylor realized she’d been sitting stock still on top of Eagle while she’d been lost in thought. Slowly, she rose up off him, then eased back down.
Eagle didn’t speak, but the intense look of ecstasy on his face said enough. Taylor wanted to please him. He’d gotten her off, and now it was his turn. She’d never climaxed during actual sex before, and she doubted she would now. But she wanted Eagle to enjoy this.
So she began to move. Up and down, clenching her inner muscles as she lifted up, doing whatever she could to try to make their first time good for him.
“You’re trying too hard,” Eagle scolded.
Taylor stopped moving, looking down at him. “What?”
“You’re trying too hard,” Eagle repeated. “Let yourself go. Do what feels good.”
“Everything feels good,” she protested.
“Do you trust me?” Eagle asked.
Taylor realized she must be doing something wrong if he could sound so normal in the middle of sex. She bit her lip and nodded.
“Lean forward a bit, and brace your hands on my chest,” Eagle ordered.
Dubious, Taylor did as he asked.
“Now, lift your hips up, just a bit. There, stop. Right there. You comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Don’t move. No matter what. Understand?”
“But—”
“No buts—don’t move,” Eagle interrupted.
Taylor had no idea what he was thinking. How was she going to be able to fuck him if she didn’t move?
But she didn’t have time to wonder about what was going on, because she felt his fingers on her clit once more.
Gasping, she jerked again.
“Don’t move, Flower. I mean it,” Eagle scolded.
She froze.
His fingers didn’t stop. They roughly flicked against her clit . . . and within seconds, she was once more on the verge of coming.
“Eagle!” she moaned.
“That’s it. Fuck, I love feeling you clench against my cock. That’s so fucking good. Come on me, Tay. I want to feel it.”
She couldn’t have stopped herself from coming if her life had depended on it. She flew over the edge violently as he expertly manipulated her body.
The second she started to orgasm, Eagle grabbed hold of her hips and slammed up into her. The shock of his body hitting hers made her cry out. But he didn’t stop. Holding her still above him, Eagle fucked her hard and fast. His long cock driving into her over and over.
Taylor couldn’t help but widen her stance, wanting more. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, and her orgasm went on and on as he fucked her. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
It didn’t take very long before Eagle groaned under her. He grabbed her hips even harder and, after one extremely hard lunge, pulled her down, holding her against him tightly.
Fascinated, Taylor watched as he swallowed hard, then his mouth opened, and he came with a long drawn-out groan. They were both sweating, and Taylor could actually feel him twitch and flex inside her body.
It took several moments, but Eagle finally let out a huge breath, as if he’d been holding it in. Taylor collapsed onto him as if she were boneless. She could feel his chest moving up and down with each labored breath, and his heart was beating fast under her cheek.
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
Eagle chuckled. She felt a hand run over her hair. “You killed me,” he joked.
Taylor lifted her head. “I thought you said I could be in charge?”
He smiled sheepishly. “I’d planned on it, but I couldn’t stand the idea of you feeling uncertain. And once I felt you come on my dick, I couldn’t hold back. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she told him immediately, putting her cheek back on his chest. “That was amazing. I’ve never . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“Never what?” he asked gently.
Deciding she wanted to be as honest with him as she could be, she said, “Never come during actual sex before.”
“Really?” he asked.
Taylor nodded.
“Well, that sucks. But I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to make you come both before and during, and maybe even after sex from here on out.”
“After?” she asked drowsily.
“Yeah, who says fun times have to end once we make love?” he asked.
“Well, no one, I guess. I’ve just never had a guy who was interested in doing anything but sleeping after he comes.”
“Please, don’t talk about any other men in your bed while you’re lying naked and satisfied in my arms,” Eagle pleaded.
Taylor nodded. “Sorry. But you asked, I answered.”
“True. Anyway, there might be times after I come that I’m enjoying myself too much to end things. I might eat you out again, or maybe I’ll use a vibrator on you. Seeing you come is damn sexy, Taylor, and I think I might get addicted.”
Taylor blushed. She felt his dick twitch inside her and realized he hadn’t pulled out. She lifted her head and said, “Um . . . you’re still inside me.”
“I am,” he agreed. “And it feels fucking fantastic.”
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��How is that possible?” she asked.
He grinned. “You may have noticed that I’m quite long.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes and ask him if he’d measured his dick when he was a teenager and bragged about his length, she simply nodded.
“As long as neither of us moves, I can stay inside you all night, even soft,” he informed her.
Taylor’s eyes widened.
“Not lying,” Eagle told her. “But unfortunately, I need to take care of the condom.”
She frowned.
“I know. I don’t want to move either. There’s nothing I want more than to fall asleep inside you and wake up the same way.”
She wanted that too.
“Shit, I felt your inner muscles clench. You like that thought, don’t you?”
It would be silly to lie. Taylor nodded.
“Then that’s what you’ll get. After I get tested and prove that you can trust me. You’ll need to go on birth control if you don’t want to get pregnant. I have a feeling once I have you bare, I’m not going to want to go back to using condoms.” Then he slowly moved her off his chest to his right, and they both groaned when he finally slipped out of her body.
“I’ll be right back,” Eagle said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “Don’t move.”
As if she could. Taylor remained on her back and watched as Eagle strode confidently toward the adjoining bathroom. She heard the water running, and soon, he was coming back toward her. He was still naked, and still as beautiful as he’d been the first time she’d seen him on her bed.
But the white bandage on his upper arm was a stark reminder of how close she’d come to losing him.
He turned off the bedroom light on his way back to bed, and when he climbed under the sheet, Taylor immediately turned toward him.
“I forgot about your arm. Did we hurt it?”
“No,” he said easily.
“Are you lying to me?” she asked skeptically.
Eagle chuckled. “No. I promise the only thing I was thinking about was how you felt on top of me, around me, over me.”
Surprisingly, Taylor didn’t feel all that tired. A second ago, she’d been ready to crash, but now that she was lying with her head on Eagle’s shoulder, in her bed, something she’d never thought could ever happen, she wanted to stay awake and soak it all in.
“Your mission was successful?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“And the others are okay? They weren’t hurt?”
“No, they’re all good. Thank you for texting me while I was gone,” Eagle told her. “I can’t tell you what it meant to turn on my phone and see that you were thinking about me.”
“I was. It was weird not to talk to you every day,” Taylor admitted. “I’ve gotten really used to it over the last couple months.”
“Me too,” Eagle agreed. “There were so many times I wanted to reach for the phone, only to remember that I couldn’t. Tell me about the creepy guy at the dementia care center?”
Taylor sighed. She shouldn’t have told him about the guy in her texts. She didn’t really want to talk about him. Not when she and Eagle were naked in her bed. But she did anyway. “He didn’t really do anything. He was just talking, but I got a weird vibe from him. And after he said my name, when I hadn’t told him what it was, I was done.”
“You didn’t tell me that part. He knew your name?” Eagle asked.
Taylor could hear the concern in his tone, and it actually reassured her that she hadn’t overreacted with her uneasiness. Eagle could’ve immediately dismissed it, but he didn’t. “Yeah. I mean, one of the employees might’ve told him what it was when he checked in, or one of the residents might’ve said something, but it just struck me as weird.”
“It is weird,” Eagle agreed. “And the employees have no right to be blabbing about you to other people.”
“It happens,” Taylor said, not sure why she was trying to convince Eagle that the guy knowing her name wasn’t a big deal when, deep down, she thought it was. “Anyway, I left right after that, and didn’t go back this week. I thought maybe . . . maybe you’d go with me this coming weekend?”
“Of course I will,” Eagle said immediately.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. You know I’ve wanted to go with you for a while now. I was waiting for you to let me in, to trust me enough to let me go with you.”
“Well, I certainly ‘let you in’ tonight,” Taylor joked.
He snorted. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said seriously. “I don’t know why I was reluctant before. I guess it’s just because dementia cuts a little too close to home for me. I know what they’re feeling. They can’t express their thoughts in words, not really, but I know. And it scares the hell out of me. And a lot of the residents don’t have families who visit them very often. They’re alone, like I am.”
Eagle tightened his arm around her. “You aren’t alone anymore,” he told her sternly.
“You don’t have a crystal ball, Eagle. You have no idea what the future holds.”
“You want kids?”
The question startled Taylor. She hadn’t expected it . . . and the pain she felt anytime she thought about her own childhood bloomed inside her belly. “I’d make a horrible mother,” she said.
“You’re wrong. And you didn’t answer my question,” Eagle said calmly.
Taylor felt anything but calm. All the good feelings from the earlier orgasms were gone now. She should’ve just gone to sleep, after all. “It doesn’t matter if I want them or not,” she told him. “The fact of the matter is, I wouldn’t be able to even recognize my own children. If I take them to the park, I wouldn’t know which child was mine. When I went to pick them up from school, I’d have to wait for them to come to me. I’d be a horrible mom.”
“Wrong,” Eagle said vehemently. “You’d be an amazing mom. As for the park, you’d know what he or she was wearing, and you’d keep your eye on them. Same thing for school.”
Taylor merely shook her head. “My childhood was horrible,” she told him quietly. “You know I couldn’t emotionally connect with my own mother, and she gave me up. It was the same with the foster homes I was in. And friends? Forget about it. I was bullied every day, straight through my senior year. The last thing I want to do is pass my condition on to someone else.”
“Is prosopagnosia genetic?” Eagle asked gently.
“It appears to run in families,” Taylor told him. She felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her head until she had no choice but to look at him.
“I think you’d be an exceptional mother . . . whether your kid had prosopagnosia or not. You’d learn to recognize your child by his or her mannerisms. A head tilt, the way he or she walked, the sound of their voice. You said it yourself, your sense of smell is heightened too. I have no doubt you’d find a way to recognize your child, even if that means giving him a Mohawk or letting your daughter put a streak of pink in her hair.
“And I can’t think of anything better for a child with prosopagnosia than having a parent with the same condition. He or she could always talk to you about it . . . think about what a great resource you would be. You’d truly understand what your child is experiencing. And . . . you’d have your husband at your side as well. You wouldn’t be alone, not for a second.”
Taylor’s eyes filled with tears. “Why couldn’t I have met you years ago? Before I became so cynical?”
“Everything happens for a reason. If you’d met me five years ago, you wouldn’t have liked me. I was bitter about everything that happened in the Army, and I was a dick. We were meant to meet when we did. I have no doubt about that.”
“Thank you,” Taylor said softly.
“You don’t have to thank me for thinking you’re pretty amazing,” Eagle told her. “You just need to believe it yourself.”
Taylor nodded, and Eagle lifted his head and kissed her hard on the lips, then let go of h
er chin.
“What else happened while I was gone?” he asked.
Glad he’d changed the subject, but feeling better after his encouragement and faith in her, she said, “I didn’t feel like cooking one night, so I went out to grab fast food. And for the first time in my life, I had one of those experiences where, when I got to the front of the line to pay, the cashier told me the car in front of me had already paid for my meal. It felt awesome, so of course I had to pay for the person behind me.”
“That’s great, Tay. What else?”
“I went to lunch shortly after with Skylar, and someone paid for our lunches . . . which was a crazy coincidence right after the fast-food thing. Another day, I went to Silverstone Towing because I was missing you and figured I might feel closer to you if I was there. I already told you about beating your high score at pinball—sorry, not sorry—and Skylar showed up. We talked for a bit, and we made plans to go to the mall. We went a couple days ago, and I swear I felt like a teenager trolling the mall again. Skylar is hilarious. I really like her.”
“I have it on good authority that she likes you too,” Eagle said with a smile.
“I’ve never really had good experiences with friends,” Taylor admitted. “But Skylar is so down to earth. I really hope things work out with us.”
“They will.”
“I got lots of work done too. It was a good distraction from worrying about you,” she said.
“I’m sorry you were worried, but you know what? I’ve never had someone worry about me like that before.”
Taylor traced a finger over a few long-healed scars on his chest. She had no idea what they could be from, but she knew life as a Special Forces soldier, and now working for Silverstone, wasn’t exactly like working in an office. It was much more dangerous.
Eagle went on. “I’m not close with my family. I mean, we get along okay, we’re just completely different people. My brother is ten years older, and I never see him. My mom and dad mean well, but they never approved of me going into the Army. They have no idea what I do now. And I’ve never had someone waiting for me when I get home from missions. I think I like it.”