by Faye, Carmen
“That’s understandable. You were given a charge and you felt empowered by fulfilling your duty. It’s kind of like my missions. Have you talked to your family since your revelation?”
“I’ve been talking to them frequently. They weren’t happy to find out that I was in a typhoon and even less happy that I don’t have any plans to come back soon, but I feel like we are all learning more about each other. Hopefully that will make it better whenever I do make it back.” She had wanted to share all of this with Matt, but lately when he was around she just wanted to focus on them because he’d been acting so strangely. “My mother did apologize for not telling me about my aunt’s death. She said that the two of them had talked about it and agreed not to disrupt my schooling. If my aunt knew about it and agreed, I couldn’t stay that angry about it.” Emmy knew true peace when she found out it was one of her aunt’s wishes to keep her out of the loop when she passed on. It made the week she spent with her a month beforehand all that more special, but it also gave her some new meaning of the vacation.
“That’s great. You’ve gotten more on this trip than you imagined.”
“That’s the truth. It’s funny how everything works together. If my family problems hadn’t occurred, I’d probably taken the money from my aunt and used it for a house or something, but I wanted away from it all and decided to go off on my own and find myself. Two minutes off the plane and I fall into you.” She laughed at the whole situation, but she was happier than she’d been in months. None of this told her what she should be doing, so she just went with her heart.
Matt lay beside her, watching and listening, like he had all the time in the world, but she knew he had to be tired. With physical therapy a few times a day, secret meetings, and being ambushed by a woman who wanted nothing more than to claim him as her very own had to be tiring, but his eyes had not one touch of droop in them.
“How about we just see what happens. You don’t know when you’re going to leave, and I don’t know how long I want to stay. I’ve been having so much fun with you in the bed and out that I’m not quite ready for it to be over.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Matt said and turned off the lights before he pulled her into his arms.
She lay within the warmth of his embrace and knew one thing… there was going to be pain when this was over, and it was going to be her pain. However, she was going to enjoy every second until it was over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Two months ago, Matt wouldn’t have believed that anything would be more important than his missions. It was the reason he didn’t get close to people, but this one long-haired, brown-eyed woman with her sexy body and beautiful mind had changed him. The unfortunate part was that he couldn’t afford to change now. His mission had been set, and it was the most dangerous mission he’d ever been a part of. There was a chance of capture and the possibility of death. Having his orders signed, sealed, and delivered changed a lot of things.
Opening the door of the apartment that had felt like home to him more than any other time he was enlisted, he could hear Emmy’s sweet voice as she sang some pop song in the kitchen. She had a degree in accounting and had started offering her services to home-based businesses that wanted assistance. A month ago, when he’d asked her to make a decision about if she wanted to stay or leave, he knew he was being a chicken shit. There was no way she was going to want to leave, and with her declaration of love, he knew it. He’d never said the words to her, but he hoped that she felt it in each pussy pounding thrust, nipple bite, ass smack, and hard kiss he gave her.
She hopped over to him when she noticed him enter the kitchen, and he wondered what the next guy she was with would be like. That thought pissed him off so much he had to look away from her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, and he knew that he hadn’t kept the expression that went with his bad thought off his face. He looked at her and thought of his mother. If he did what he was thinking of doing to her, he wondered what she would ultimately think of this time they’d spent together. For him, she was one the most unbelievable partners he’d ever been with. Always up for something new, always ready for sexy fun, and she liked a bit of roughness with her pleasure. They were built to be coupled, but his life negated that fact. Twenty-one of the twenty-seven SEALS hadn’t made it back from the mission he was getting ready to start, and he’d not leave her waiting for the two men to come to the door and tell her they couldn’t find him. If she even got that. His mother would be the one with the knock on the door, and she was still smarting from not being able to be with him when he recovered from the accident.
He couldn’t seem to be able to find the words to answer the question she just asked. Matt wanted to tell her that he was leaving in three days, but he’d rather her not be here. The best choice was to send her away, but he wanted to give her one last parting gift. He wanted her to remember how good it was between them.
“Run,” he told her in a voice that sounded so tired and creepy if it hadn’t come out of his mouth he may have thought to walk quickly away from him. He knew she liked that game, but for just a second, the tide of emotions that had bubbled up within him wanted to erupt, and there was no way he was going to profess his love for Emmy and then kick her out the door. He wanted to spare her feelings—not make them harder to deal with.
He tried to pull himself together when he heard her scamper off, but he was raw, like a sore that had been in a damp boot in wool socks—rubbed raw, bleeding, and infected.
Matt walked to the room to find her naked on the bed. Well, naked except for her white good girl panties that they both knew he loved so much.
“Are you not hiding today? I thought I told you to run.”
“I did run. Right to the bed. You look like you need me, and if that’s the case, I want to be here for you.”
He didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to 1ulfill her needs, not have her do anything for him. She’d done enough for him already.
“Stop right there.” Emmy jumped out of bed and had her hand out like a traffic cop. That would’ve been funny if she wasn’t naked. Watching her tits sway with her movements stopped any and all humorousness of the situation.
“What?”
“You think I don’t know you come in here, night after night, trying to pay what you think is my kindness with hot fucks and hard orgasms, but I’m going to take care of you tonight.” She slid down to the floor, looking like his hottest fantasy. It amazed him how hot he remained for her when he should have had his fill months ago.
“I’m going to take your cock out and suck it. Do you have any objections to that?”
He opened his mouth to tell her that he wanted to do other things with her, but he was stopped before he could even get a word out. His belt was released, and her hands were in his pants so fast he was almost surprised.
“Before you tell me any of your objections, know that I will have you in my mouth. I’ve missed the taste of your cock and the growl you always make when you come.”
“You say I growl when I come all the time,” he countered.
“You do, but when your cock is in my mouth and you’re spurting cream down my throat, your growl sounds different. I don’t know if it’s just where I am, or if my hearing is bad all the way down here, but it’s sexy as hell and I want it.”
It was like she knew something was coming. His Emmy was sexy as hell, but not usually this aggressive. This was going to be all the more difficult to do when she was acting like this. Not because he didn’t like it, but because he did. She wasn’t a push over by any means, but when it came to the bedroom, she was usually happy to let him take the reins. This new Emmy was going to be the death of him.
She sat there with his cock in her hand rubbing the tip against her lips. The desire to push a bit to get his cock between her lips was strong, but this was her show, and he wanted to see how she was going to play this.
“If you want it… feel free to take it. I hope you
’re hungry because I’ve got lots for you to taste.”
She smiled against his cock, and damn it if his stomach didn’t do some fucked up thing. This was going to have to end sometime, and god knew he didn’t want to have to say goodbye to her. He had to get in the right mindset, and making goo-goo eyes and expecting a hard ride in a soft pussy was the wrong mindset to have.
She opened up her mouth just a little and placed soft, wet kisses on the tip while she smeared the fat drop of precum that was there.
“Open up, sexy, I’m not going to be able to take too much more of that.” Matt wanted to give her what she wanted, but since he knew so much about her, he knew that she liked him to take control even though she was doing a great job being more aggressive. She moaned and opened her mouth wide to accept him, and the soft slide of her tongue was like a balm. It soothed as it aroused. She smiled as well as she could with her mouth wrapped around him, and he pulled her off for a second. “Was it your goal to wind me up enough to take you like I wanted?”
Her eyes cut coyly away from him, and he could feel the growl she loved so much starting to form in his throat.
“I like when you take me. The more excited you are the better. I didn’t know I liked a rough fuck until I met you, but now I can’t get enough. I want it all. Don’t hold back; give me all you’ve got.”
It was like a pressure cooker, and he could almost feel the steam coming out of his ears. “Emmy. The things you say are going to get you into such trouble.”
“As long as the trouble comes from you, then I’ll gladly accept it. Your cock is tapping your stomach and bobbing. I think you like the naughty words that come out of my mouth.”
He rubbed his thumb along her lips. “It’s not that I don’t love the words and the spirit in which they’re given, but I’m a bit raw today. It’s all about making it good for you.”
She bent lower to suck one of his balls into her mouth, and he wondered if she’d been watching porn or if their departure was causing her to act like this. Damn if he didn’t love it, but it was making it harder to think about what was good for her. He wanted to take her with him wherever he went, but that wasn’t a possibility, and if it were, he’d not place her in that kind of danger.
“If you want to make it good for me, then take me like you mean it. Fuck me deep and hard and mark my skin with reminders that you’ve been there.”
He looked down on her wet lips and flushed face and decided she was right. Matt was going to give her what she wanted. “Open up, Emmy.”
She did as she was told and never let her eyes stray from him. When he brought his hard cock to her mouth, she opened, but he made her wait by tapping his cock against her tongue.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asked her, as she tried to catch his cock in the sexual game of keep away.
She nodded and captured his cock just like he’d wanted her to. They were like newlyweds or what newlyweds would be like in his mind. They fucked constantly, and that let both of them knew the quirks and nuances of the other. He knew she liked when he fucked his dick deep into her mouth. It made her hips roll and her head bob to get more in. She was a dick-sucking-goddess, and he didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, but he had.
“Suck harder, Emmy.”
She bobbed a little faster, and he could see her hand slipping into her panties. That wasn’t going to happen today.
“Any orgasm you have comes from me. Whether it’s my mouth, my hand, or my cock—so get your hand out of your panties.” He liked ordering her around, just because she loved getting orders, but he was surprised at how much he meant that directive.
Her big eyes stared up at him, and he knew that if he were going to do this much longer, she’d be tasting much more than she was now, and he wanted to come buried so deep in her pussy his balls would bounce on her ass. If he wanted that to happen, he was going to have to stop thinking like that.
She released his cock. “Yes, sir,” she said with a voice that was filled with the need to climax. Holy fuck, Emmy was hot.
He pulled her up from the floor and pushed her softly so she’d fall on the bed. She fell with her legs open wide, and he couldn’t help but smile. Falling between her legs, he went right for the glistening knot of nerves at the top of her mound. Sweet, warm, fragrant pussy filled his senses… the smell, the taste, and the vision filled him, and he felt like he was going to come apart. Never in his adult life had he come against the sheets while eating out a woman no matter how she tasted or looked, but he was close as fuck now. He usually liked to get her off once before he got his dick wet with her juices, but he was trying to stop from coming as soon as his dick touched her no-no place—so he wasn’t going to try to do that now.
Ripping the condom with his teeth, he rolled it on and gave Emmy’s pussy a few light taps just because he loved the sound her wet pussy made when contact was made. She pumped her hips up to get better contact, but he wasn’t having that right now either.
She spread herself wide without him even asking her, and it was like they both knew something different was going on.
“You wanted all I had… right?” he asked, wanting to make sure that she still wanted that because he wasn’t going to hold back if she agreed, as it was it was hard for him to wait for him to answer the question.
“Give it all to me. Balls deep, Matt. I want you so deep I’ll feel you in my throat.” Emmy reached down and grabbed his ass as if she could make him go deeper than he was already going.
The sound that tore from him didn’t even sound human, and he pushed in all the way to the hilt without his preliminary strokes and clit rubs. It felt damn good, and he hammered home again and again, watching her tits swing and sway. It was his own cardinal sin to come before his partner, but he needed to work fast because his balls were tight against his body, and the pressure was high. He knew how those volcanos had to feel because the eruption that was getting ready to happen was going to be epic. He reached down and placed his hand on her clit, and her breath stopped for just a second. It was good to know that she was on such a hair trigger as well. He gripped it between his fingers and pumped in five quick thrusts, and they went over together in loud moans, convulsing bodies and wet slapping parts.
It took him a minute or so to figure out if his heart was going to continue to beat or had the damn thing just stopped. When he finally got himself together, he looked up to see what Emmy would make of that, and the smile that greeted him was blinding. There were times that he’d thought he’d done pretty well by this person or that, but he’d never been as satisfied as he was now… with his partner… with his life… and with the decision to let her go. She didn’t deserve the life that she’d be thrown in if she stayed with him.
Getting up and moving away from her body was difficult, but as he went to the bathroom to get something for her to clean up with and dispose of the condom, he made himself put on the strength he knew he had within him. Would his heart ever recover? He wasn’t sure, but he knew one thing…Emmy wasn’t going to turn into his mother because of him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The time was near. Emmy didn’t know that much about relationships, but she knew what she had with Matt was special. However, with every gesture, glance, touch, and taste, she could feel Matt pulling back. There was something particularly brutal in the air tonight because he didn’t even want to eat dinner before telling her to run. That ritual that he would pull out was something wonderful because it showed he knew she liked to be playful, and he knew she liked to be held down, told what to do, and fucked hard.
Whatever his plan was, she didn’t want to hear it while she was naked and sweaty. There wasn’t much she could do about the sweaty since he was in the bathroom, but damned if she couldn’t fix the naked.
She figured she could reheat the dinner and have a meal. There was no way she was going to be able to choke down any food, but she could prepare it for him. The plates were set and the glasses filled when he came to the kitchen, and she c
ould almost see the grim reaper of relationships following him out.
“Emmy the time we’ve spent together has been awesome, but I’ve got my orders and I’m leaving in a few days.”
“Well, that’s a few more days we have to spend together,” Emmy said, as she turned around to fiddle with something on the counter. Looking at him trying to put her down gently was hell. She should have stopped him or told him he knew what this was all about, but a part of her hoped that he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his mouth. She heard paper rustling, and he walked closer to her.
“Here is a plane ticket to the Philippines and your itinerary. You leave tomorrow morning.”