By Honor Bound (10 page)

Dropping the soap, she used her hands to wash and caress his chest. She kissed his neck as she leaned over him, her fingers sliding over his ribs and down his stomach. To better reach his cock, she walked around to the front of the tub, clasped his thick, wet rod, and pumped.

“That feels so good, baby,” he said, cupping one of her breasts, his wet hand molding the satin to the flesh. The nipple strained for his touch and he accommodated, rolling his thumb over it and pinching it gently. Wrapping his arm around her, he tugged her even closer and pressed his tongue against her nipple, teasing it through the wet fabric. The nipple was so tight and sensitive that Angela couldn’t control a gasp of pleasure. How wonderful it would feel when his lips and tongue played with the bare flesh without the nightgown between them!

As if sensing her thoughts, he pushed down the front of her nightgown, just enough to bare the breast he’d been fondling. His warm, wet tongue rolled over the nipple and she shuddered. A few more minutes of this, and she might come from the sensation piercing her from nipple to clit. Her stomach clenched and unclenched and her thighs rubbed sensuously together.

Now the nipple was between his teeth and he nibbled tenderly, every once in a while swirling his tongue over the berry-shaped flesh. He shifted position enough to slide his hand under her nightgown. She wore no panties, so his fingers found her drenched pussy and pulsing clit right away. Smoothing her juices over her clit, he rubbed and circled the ultra-sensitive flesh. Gauging her desire, he pulled away before she exploded.

Angela’s pulse raced. Her clit ached and pussy throbbed. The sensation of his hands and lips upon her teased her to a fevered height. She felt so hot and wet, so desperate for his cock to fill her and his lips to cover her with kisses that she trembled.

Her breathing quick, she reached between his legs and felt for the bar of soap, unable to resist squeezing his balls and outlining his shaft with her fingers. Finally she found the soap and handed it to him.

“Abe, I think you better finish this bath yourself. And make it fast.”

Turning, she hurried to the bedroom where she arranged the pillows and covers on the bed and lay down, waiting for him, her heart pounding with love and desire. Having him home felt unbelievable. She could scarcely wait to cuddle with him in bed, close to his warmth and feel his heart beating against her cheek, but only after he sated the lust raging inside her. Since he’d gone, she’d dreamed of waking with him near her, now it was happening. Her thoughts briefly drifted to men like Jim who never came home and she said a silent prayer for their families. Having Abe back was a gift, just as each moment shared with any loved one was a gift.

Her thoughts faded as Abe stepped into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Though a bit too slim, he still had the most unbelievable body. All big bones and rock-hard muscles with legs long and steely enough to make a woman lose her breath.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Damn it, woman, do you know how much I’ve thought about holding you in my arms, of burying myself deep inside you?”

“As much as I thought about the same thing.” She stared as he dropped the towel and approached the bed, his cock semi-erect and waiting for her fist to curl around it and her lips to caress its head.

“That bath made me hot as hell.”

“Should have used cooler water.”

“I’m not talking about the water.”

Angela held out her arms to him as he climbed into bed and tugged her close, his mouth covering hers. He took her face in his hands and stroked her smooth skin with his thumbs while his tongue gently parted her lips.

She relished the sensation of his powerful chest beneath her searching hands, the crisp hairs slipping through her fingers. The beating of his heart against her palms seemed linked to her clit. It ached and pulsed with need for him.

“I want to taste every inch of you, Abe,” she breathed. Though she still felt ready to burst from need, the thought of tasting and touching him was irresistible.

“I want to eat you up, darlin’. I can’t get enough of you.” He spoke while pressing kisses to her neck and shoulder.

He slid the nightgown straps down her arms and tugged the satin, still damp from the tub. The delicate black material dropped from her breasts and pooled at her waist. He took a warm, tender globe in each hand and bent, kissing the plump, creamy tops. Angela clasped his head as his lips fastened on the nipple he’d teased in the bathroom. As he sucked the hard, sensitive peak, she wanted to scream with passion. Licking the aroused bud, he guided her to her back.

Lifting his face, he whispered against her lips, “Let me touch you, baby.”

Angela nodded, closing her eyes as his lips brushed her forehead and cheeks then fastened on her mouth, his tongue thrusting tenderly inside. He kissed her jaw and throat. His kisses swept across her collarbone and down one arm. Taking her hand, he licked between each finger and kissed her palm before following the same sensual pattern on her opposite arm. His tongue circled one breast, drawing smaller circles as he neared her nipple, which he took between his lips and sucked. Lapping beneath her breast, he moved to her other one and covered it with kisses, savoring the hard, aching nipple with his lips and tongue.

Angela’s breathing deepened and her head tossed on the pillow. It was so hard not to moan and pant as the tip of his tongue trailed down her belly and dipped into her navel. His fingertips stroked the curls covering her soft mound before dipping into her hot, wet pussy. The muscles squeezed around his fingers. His cock leapt, yearning to be enveloped by her soft, slick flesh. Soon. Very soon.

With long, slow strokes, his tongue caressed her clit. Angela’s lips parted in a silent cry and her fingers tightened on his scalp. Her breath came in quick sips as he licked and stroked. Thighs trembling and hips lifting, she burst in an orgasm that turned the world black.

As she lay catching her breath, her body marvelously satisfied and relaxed, she felt him stretch out beside her. His face rested against the hollow of her shoulder while his fingertips languidly stroked her hip and thigh.

“That,” she whispered, “was too wonderful for words. And it deserves payback.”

“I’m more than ready to collect, Mrs. Forbes.”

Smiling, Angela slid from beneath his arm and knelt beside him. Abe rolled onto his back and gazed at her, one arm bent under his head, his injured one at his side.

 “Close your eyes,” she whispered, brushing her fingertip across his eyelids for emphasis.

He did as she asked. Angela stared at him for a moment, grateful that he was with her and captivated by his handsome features, those sharp cheekbones, perfectly shaped nose, and lips just made to kiss.

Edging closer, she touched her mouth to his, loving the firmness and slight moisture of his lips. She brushed her cheek against his, feeling the beginnings of stubble on his face. From the bent position, her breasts dangled over his chest, the nipples rubbing against the hair-covered muscle. Her fingers massaged his broad shoulders. She squeezed and caressed the rock-hard muscles of his good arm while gently stroking down the length of his injured one.

Abe’s breathing remained soft and steady as her lips and hands traveled to his chest, though when she rested her cheek against its broad expanse, his heart thundered in her ear.

Fingertips danced across his flat belly and hip as they made their way to his cock. She drew a deep, pleasured breath upon grasping the hot, hard staff. She squeezed and stroked, feeling it swell even more against her fingers and palm.

Climbing between his legs, she bent, her hair sweeping his stomach, and took his cockhead between her lips. Her tongue laved and teased, tracing the underside before her lips sucked him fast and her fingertips fluttered up and down the staff. She reached for his balls. The big, warm sac spilled out of her grip.

Abe’s entire body tensed. His breathing quickened and his heart pounded. The beautiful girl was going to suck him dry unless he stopped her. Time, he had time. He’d always been able to control the magnificent climb to orgasm.

Angela’s tongue trailed over the thick vein on the underside of his cock and swirled around the head as she sucked harder.

“Oh, God, Angela,” he panted, grasping her shoulders and pinning her to the bed. Her bath had aroused him, then licking her to orgasm had heightened his desire to the point of shattering. Having her use her hands and lips on him after was nothing short of torture. A man surely couldn’t take much more. With a swift thrust he was inside her, stroking longer and faster than he imagined possible.

“Abe, sweetheart,” she whispered in his ear before licking it and biting the lobe.

Ignoring the ache in his injured arm, he only felt the intense pleasure in his cock and the love for her warming his heart.

Her smooth legs wrapped around him and her arms clung to his shoulders and back. The hiss of her breath against his ear, the sensation of her soft breasts against his chest, and the sudden burst of her orgasm gripping his cock shattered what was left of his control.

Covering her mouth with his to silence both their cries of passion, he came, surging into her. Rolling onto his back, he cuddled her to his heaving chest and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. Damn, that had felt so good! Plunging into her soft, sexy body and feeling her love wrap around his heart was just what he needed, even more than he’d realized.

“Remember what I said to you the night before I left?” he asked, stroking her shoulder.

“You said a lot of things.”

“I mean what I said about when I got back you giving me a night like the one we had then?”

“Yes,” she smiled, cuddling closer, “I remember.”

“Well, this was even better.”

“You mean I outdid myself?” she teased.

“It seems every time I’m with you, every moment we spend together, things just keep getting better and I keep loving you more than I thought possible.”

“I remember when you used to say you had trouble putting your feelings into words. You’re getting really good at doing just that.”

“Am I?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I got plenty of practice writing you love letters.”

“I kept every one. Polly and I wrote you a lot, too, Abe. I don’t suspect you got them all.”

“Probably not, but the ones I got, I read so much they’re falling apart.”

“Yours, too. I’ve been thinking, Abe, that maybe Polly could use a few brothers and sisters.”

He grinned. “That thought has crossed my mind.”

“Let’s say we make it our duty to see that happens.”

“You know I’m always devoted to duty.” Abe loomed above her and kissed her lips. Gazing into her eyes, he smoothed wisps of hair from her face and said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Angela.”

“That’s exactly how I feel about you, Abe.” She looped her arms around his neck. “Are you too tired to do some more honeymooning?”

His hips shifted and his stiffening cock brushed her belly. “What does it feel like?”

Angela’s hand slipped between them and curled around his staff. “Feels like you’re ready for action, Master Sergeant.”

“Ready, willing, and able.”

Before she could reply, his lips covered hers and he began showing her again how much he loved her.

Epilogue

Summer 1976

North Carolina

“Son, do you know what it means to cook a burger rare?” Mr. Franco held his half-eaten hamburger under Abe’s nose.

“Get that thing out of my face, Sir. Can’t you see I’m trying to keep this grill going?” Abe told his father-in-law. He smirked as the man grumbled and took another bite of his food. Abe’s brow furrowed beneath the white chef’s hat Angela and Polly had bought him as a joke after he’d hosted their first family barbecue several years back. Angela thought he looked almost as cute in it as in his uniform cap. The white apron stained with barbecue sauce wouldn’t have looked sexy on many men, but Abe carried it off like a magazine centerfold. Shirtless beneath the apron, every rippling muscle in his shoulders and arms and a good expanse of his powerful, hair-roughened chest was exposed. Snug jeans hugged his long, well-muscled legs.

“I told you to let me take care of the cooking, Abe,” Rosemarie teased, trying to take the spatula from Abe’s hand and nudge him aside. She didn’t stand a chance. Abe had designated himself the official barbecue cook, and no one was going to take his duty out from under him.

Angela grinned from where she sat in a folding chair on the porch. Rosemarie should have known better than to try taking over a task from any Marine, let alone Abe.

“Blayne!” Angela shouted across the yard to her five-year-old son who rolled in the mud with his new puppy. Both were covered in filth but looked so cute she couldn’t stay mad at them.

“Get out of that mud and under the water sprinkler, boy!” Abe called. “We can wash the dog later.”

“But Daddy, we’re just playin’!” Blayne stood, his large, intelligent eyes staring in his father’s direction as Abe flipped burgers and toasted buns on the grill. The boy had inherited Abe’s determined nature and sense of adventure. He looked so much like his father, too, though according to Abe, he was the spirit and image of Angela.

“Out of the mud!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll help him clean up,” said Polly, now a lovely fourteen-year-old. The teen had so many boys knocking at the door that Abe teasingly threatened to sit in the front yard with his rifle, just in case.

Polly approached the grill and gazed at Abe with her most innocent expression. “Daddy?”

 “Yes, darlin’.”

“Dave asked me to the dance at the end of the week.”

“The tall, thin boy with the freckles?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Abe raised an eyebrow and Angela bit her cheek to keep from laughing. Polly was a good girl, but she wasn’t known for sweetness and perfect obedience. She’d inherited Jim’s wild streak, all right, and both Abe and Angela knew it.

“I told him I’d have to ask you first.”