He kicks them off but reaches in the back pocket to retrieve a condom. Magnum XXL it says on the pack. And when I look at the length and thickness of his cock I mentally nod approval.
I watch in sheer fascination as he rises to his feet, opens the wrapper, and sheaths himself with the condom.
“Ready Miss Thing?”
“Oh yes…” I answer. That was me this time. My mind has caught up to speed with my body and both are synced with each other.
That sexy smile comes back to his face when he turns me to face the wall.
I press my hands against the smooth wallpaper and glance back when he takes hold of my hips.
I just see him guiding the fat head of his cock and lining it up with my entrance and turn my gaze back to the wall when he plunges into me.
He pushes right inside, making me gasp. Primed and ready, my body welcomes him.
There’s no time to think. No time to breathe. The pleasure is at its peak and when he starts to pump into me everything recedes into the back of beyond.
Beyond the space that we exist together.
Beyond reality. As far as I’m concerned, this is reality and nothing else matters.
His pumps speed up and my breasts bounce painfully against my chest, but I don’t care. I want whatever he’s giving me and the increase in the speed of his pumps gives me the heads up that there’s more to come.
The pumps become pounding and I grasp against the wall moaning loud. Then the pounding becomes raw, primal, animalistic fucking as he starts rutting into me.
With a hard growl he speeds up and takes me over the edge once more.
I’m over there again, but it’s like I hang in the net of bliss absorbing the scandalous pleasure this wild sexy man gives me.
I scream out and he pulls me against him, pressing me against his chest while he fucks me harder, his fingers fondling my breasts.
I come undone again from that and then he just stops, turns me around to face him, picks me up, and settles me down onto his cock.
As he plunges back inside me and keeps his gaze trained on me I’m aware enough to take note that this position feels much more intimate.
I arch into him and he smooths his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair, keeping my eyes on him as he pumps harder.
I hold on tight as he speeds up feeling the unimaginable, unbelievably amazing sensation take me whole again.
Wave after wave slaps me and my heels dig into his back. Like a vicious force it washes over the two of us and the pulse of his length inside me makes my passage quake and tremble. What comes for me takes me too, and the two of us give in to the call of wild passion that has come to possess us.
We cry out into the release and even then as it takes us he still pumps into me from the aftershock.
Seconds later his pumps slow and our breathing calms.
When the creep of reality trickles back into my mind, I don’t have that shock I experienced when we kissed at the hospital.
What I feel is alive.
And it scares me.
I feel that spark and remember what Tania said to me.
The spark, chemistry, attraction. I have that with him.
I have it all with him, and I want more.
“I want more…” he whispers into my ear as he holds me.
I almost think the words are coming from me because I was thinking it.
I lift my head and look at him. “I want more too.”
“Stay with me tonight?” he asks.
“Yes.”
Dylan
Goddess…
That feels like a better word to describe the beauty straddling me.
The naked beauty, straddling me with the white satin sheets wrapped around us.
She hovers before me with a spoon of strawberry ice cream and I open my mouth to take it but really I would so much rather eat her again and again, and die right here in this bed fucking to death if that is what is written in the stars for me.
She takes a spoonful of the ice cream too and I watch her eyes flutter close as the pleasure on her face increases. Her breasts bob slightly with the pink tips of her nipples darkening to the same shade of pink that’s graced her lips from the cold.
I could stare all day very happily and the gentle shuffle over my cock she gives me is just an addition to everything.
“Don’t make me jealous of the ice cream baby. I want you to look like that only for me,” I tease.
“I’m on top of you aren’t I? So it’s like the ice cream is a part of you.”
I’ll agree to anything she says, anything.
I knew this woman would make me crazy in one way or another, but I never knew this was the way.
I’ll happily accept it though. I can go crazy on her and with her and if she were to slap me with a cup right now I would take that too.
But I’ll go with the spoon of more ice cream she hands me.
“Do we agree strawberry is the best ice cream ever?”
“Yes ma’am.” Like I said, I’ll agree to anything.
We ordered pizza and ice cream some hours ago. Chocolate for me, strawberry for her. I fully enjoyed the chocolate ice cream by living out a wild fantasy I had the other day of her.
Up until tonight I could only imagine what her gorgeous tits would look like with ice cream covered all over them.
When she actually allowed me to do it and eat it off her, my every fantasy was made. I knew in that damn moment I’d be taking that to my grave because there was no way I was forgetting how Dr. Abby Lincoln allowed me to cover her with the ice cream and watch her nipples harden from the cold, then lick it all off.
Now that we’ve shared this strawberry ice cream she’s awakened my appetite for her again.
She scoops up the last spoonful and feeds it to me, setting the empty tub off to the side.
“What now Lieutenant?”
Damn I love it when she calls me that. Always ready to play, I have the perfect answer.
“I don’t know Doctor. The injury is in my leg. I’m supposed to do a lot of physical activity, so that means more of you.”
“More of me? That sounds like I get to do what I want to you, and you have to follow my orders.”
Well hell, little Miss Thing just took goddess to seductress, and I love it.
“Yes, you do whatever the fuck you want to do to me.”
She moves close and her nipples brush against my chest when she plants a kiss on the edge of my brow where I got the stitches.
“Kissing it better. Does it feel better?” she asks.
I take a lock of her platinum hair between my fingers and watch the ends twirl around my thumb.
“I feel better,” I say, and she kisses the bridge of my nose.
She makes her way down to the ridges of muscle I work so hard to take care of but her fingers run over the slightly raised skin of a bruise near my hip.
That was where the first bullet got me.
Awe fills me when she lowers to plant a kiss there and when she moves to my left side and kisses the scars of the wounds there too, something happens to me. Something deep, deep inside me that I want to unleash.
Something that wants me to accept that she cares.
I smooth my hands into her hair and she looks up at me.
“Kissing your injuries better,” she says. “Does it help?”
Sweet and sexy is a deadly combo. I never knew that until tonight.
Sweet and sexy and everything that makes this woman who she is, is a deadly combo for me. She’s a girl you want to keep.
“It helps.”
She smiles. “Good, now you can focus on the pleasure.” She slides her gorgeous body down so the she can get better access to my cock. Her long slender fingers grip the base and she starts pumping slowly. Up and down.
I think I might embarrass myself right now when she licks over the already fat, straining head of my cock like a cat. She licks over the tip and the beauty smiles at me with her seductive smile,
then takes me into her mouth and starts sucking.
She sucks slowly at first, giving the pleasure she promised, and then harder.
I lace my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to continue.
If this is the plan for the rest of…whatever we have, I’m in for it.
She starts moving faster and I reach forward to take her left breast and caress the little nipples.
“Fuck…Abby, you’re so good at that. Fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good,” I growl, groaning from deep within.
My balls tighten as tension coils inside and I know this can go one of two ways. I’m on the verge of finishing in her mouth but I want to be inside her.
I want her again.
She sucks harder like she means for me to finish in her mouth but I grip her arm.
“Baby, please let me have you again,” I groan, and she stops.
I reach across the stand and grab one of the condoms we have from the stash. We’ve used the five I had already. This is the sixth time and there’s one left. I fully well plan to use that before the sun comes up.
Sexy goes through the roof when she takes the condom from me and slides it down my shaft like she owns my dick. The thing is that might not be a farfetched thought.
I’m starting to believe that myself. That she owns my ass.
I reach for her, picking her up so she can straddle me again but this time slide down my length.
I want her to ride me. I want to see those tits of hers bouncing in my face, and more than that I want to see that wild pleasure on her face.
I want her face just like it is now, filled with erotic pleasure made by me.
I grip her hips as she starts to move against me and then we both get going. Her bouncing up and down, me gasping with pleasure as I pump up into her. I grab the cheeks of her ass and lose myself, pumping hard, and she rides me with the same hardness.
“Dylan, I can’t take it…I’m coming!” she screams, which turns my crazy into insanity.
“Come for me baby,” I tell her, and she grabs on to my shoulders, nails digging so hard into my skin I’m sure she breaks through.
I love it though and I love the way she looks as she comes. I love the way her walls wrap around my cock and squeeze.
I love the way her body gives in to my command.
I love the way she makes me forget.
Forget everything except her.
I didn’t realize how all night, with every second that passed seeing me with her, I never once thought about my current debacle.
I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Had to be years ago.
We both give in to the climax that takes us the same way it did earlier.
She flicks her hair back from her face and moves to rest against me.
“That was amazing…” she coos.
“It was.” Amazing doesn’t feel like a sufficient word, but I’ll go with it because I’m pretty certain the right word to describe what just happened between us, and the whole night we’ve shared, doesn’t exist. “You tired?” I ask.
“No, I’m not sleeping yet. I like this too much. Aren’t you tired Lieutenant?” Her eyes search mine.
“Not a damn bit.” I know it must be late as hell. It has to be because we’ve been going all night and I know both of us are being reckless. We both need to be at the hospital tomorrow. Me, not until later, but she always starts early.
“So, I think that means I should continue to convince you that Chicago is a great place, whether or not you go back to the Marines.”
I smile at that. “What’s good about it baby?”
“I’m here.”
Goddess, seductress, temptress.
Her…she may definitely be reason enough.
Dylan
I never expected her to be gone by morning. I made the mistake of falling asleep when I was resting my eyes.
It feels like only a minute then I open my eyes to bright sunlight and see she’s gone. Long gone too because it’s eleven.
She usually starts work at nine. It was around five when I last saw her, just before the sun came up.
I’m exhausted but I’ll take the exhaustion from wild sex with Abby Lincoln any day.
I just wish I could have seen her. Now I don’t know what it will be like when I do, and I have to get my ass down to physical therapy. I rearranged my appointment on Monday because I didn’t want to deal with the truth, but I’ll face it today. I’ll man up and face whatever I’m told, because I have to.
Dr. French has probably already gotten the report from the hospital and will likely tell me to give up. That’s what I fear will happen.
I went wild over the last few days. I bought a new car and then paid a temporary lease on this place to try it out.
I have it for six months on a short-term lease, but with the intent to buy it. It was the boat that got me interested.
Abby seemed to like the boat too.
I hope we’ll still be good when I see her because I’d love to take her sailing.
I get up and get dressed.
I need to get to Mac’s place first to shower and grab some clothes. I’m planning to move in here by the weekend.
I like staying at Mac’s but it wouldn’t have been ideal for a night like the one I just had with Abby, and going to a hotel just seemed so…well, I just wanted a little more than that.
I stroll into Dr. French’s office two hours later.
He smiles, greeting me with that hopeful look.
“So, Lieutenant Taylor, I’m told you had quite the eventful weekend?” he begins.
I nod. “Yeah. I was simply jogging with my friend and I ended up in the ER.”
He temples his fingers together and looks me over.
“The problem was you overdid it. That is how I want you to think. I don’t want you to give up. If I thought giving up was an option I would have told you right at the start. What I need you to do is work with me. Work with me and follow the plan I set for you, and you might have a shot.”
I draw in a breath and stare at him. “You really think so?” Dare I hope? Dare I allow myself to believe that I truly can do this? I want to but I don’t want to get to that point where I’ve placed my hope in something that will never be.
“Yes. Your leg is injured, not damaged. That is key to remember. Injured, not damaged where there’s no chance of repair. But rest assured, you pushing harder than your body is able will result in damage.”
I run a hand over my beard. “I didn’t think I was damaging myself.”
“I need you to trust me and listen to me. You’re at a stage where it really can go either way. That’s most likely why you were sent home. I would definitely concur with the medical team who sent you home to take leave and heal because the reason for that is active duty may disrupt the flow of the healing your body needs.”
I consider it and find he’s right. “I never thought of it that way. I just want so badly to get better.”
“Then you need to take it easy Lieutenant. You need to take it slow. The first thing I advised you when you came to see me was to give your body time to heel. Running around like that isn’t helping. Can we agree on that from here on out?”
It is like he’s asking me to sign a contract. Nobody knows how much I want to be okay again and go back to the Marines. Be me again.
“Yes, we can agree.” I nod and decide I’m gonna give this a real shot and have no expectations.
I’m crazy for thinking this now. I know I am but I can’t get Abby out of my head. She seems to be the distraction I was looking for and what I need right now. My wild night with her has calmed my worries over my leg and put me in that place where I can listen to my body.
Right now it really wants her, wants me to focus on her. More, much more than it wants my brain to fill itself with the worry of what could happen to me in the next five and a half months.
So I’m game.
My body is practically screaming for her by the time I get to the hos
pital.
I drove my car today, just for safety, but I tell myself it could be for other things too.
Like taking Abby the way I did last night and whisking her away to my place.
I’ve lost my mind.
I smile when I get to the neurology unit and see Mac as he approaches me. He came with me the other day to help me pick out the house. Growing up we all loved being near the water. While my dad taught me how to sail any kind of boat known to man, it was Mac that taught me how to love the water because for a big chunk of my early years I hated it.
I couldn’t swim to save my life but I finally learned when I was twelve. Mac gave me the ultimatum: learn to swim or give up the dream of joining the Marines.
By then I already knew what I wanted to do, and that ultimatum worked like a charm.
“You look happier son,” he states when he approaches me. “Please tell me you had a good session.”
“Yeah…I think it went well. We did some exercises and the doc told me to take it easy.”
“And this time you’ll listen?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah. It was kind of foolish of me to go running around with Paul. Maybe the first part of the day was alright but that last sprint took me down.”
He rests a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You’re not down yet soldier. Not down or done yet. Keep going. By the way, I’ve been upgraded.” He chuckles.
“Okay Uncle, is that like a lame joke? And what do you mean? You aren’t going to tell me something kinky are you?”
“Boy, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” He shakes his head at me but smiles. “I’m trying to say thanks. I like technology now. I love what you’ve done so far. Especially with my files. I appreciate it a lot.”
“You’re very welcome. See, technology isn’t that bad is it?”
“Not at all. I even get to go home early today because I don’t have to sort through a bunch of notes to get what I want.”
“That’s the idea, my good man. Once all the paperwork is scanned to the system I’ll do some tweaks and make it run smoother.” That is the part that will take up most of the time. Right now it’s all like collecting the information and storing it in a cloud. “I’ll also have the minutes loaded up by the end of the week if Abby can help me.”
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