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Finally, we made it to my place where my
parents car was missing from their driveway. I remembered with some
satisfaction that they had decided to go out to dinner with Rob
while I spent the evening at the bar.
“So, what is it?” Jessie asked me
impatiently as I pulled a spare key from below the doormat.
“You’ll see,” I replied, opening the door
and motioning for her to go inside. “After you.”
She stuck her tongue out at me playfully,
but the flicker of her cherry red lips burned something inside of
me, kindling a delicious, unstoppable fire. I snatched my fingers
around her face and kissed her fiercely, stopping her in her
tracks.
“Jeez,” she sighed breathily.
“Don’t be too cheeky with me,” I warned. “I
don’t know how much of it I can stand.”
She went red as a tomato and hurried inside.
Watching the round plush of her behind beneath that form-fitting
dress, I wanted more than anything to take her into my arms and
claim her as my mate.
She went to my old room instinctively, and
once inside I closed the door behind us. She sat down on the gray
bedspread and waited expectantly. I winked at her and then pulled a
small box that was nestled in the top drawer of my dresser.
turned around to face me with that little, telltale box in his
hands. He smirked at my reaction, but I knew he was nervous—he had
to be. He knelt down before me on one knee and raised the box up
like an offering.
“I have got to be dreaming,” I murmured, and
he laughed.
“Jessie, I bought this ring when I turned
eighteen. I knew it would be a while before you said ‘yes,’ but I
figured it gave me enough time to pay it off. Lucky for me, I was
right,” he opened the box and I gasped.
The ring was beautiful. It glittered in the
dull room and the rock was simply huge. I could feel the tears
pricking at my eyes, but I couldn’t care.
Never in a million years would I have
guessed that he loved me this much.
“You make me smile, Jessie. You make each
day at war an adventure. There are things I had to hide from you
about what I do, but now that you know my biggest secret, I hope
that everyday I can reveal more to you. So that we can really
become one. I want to raise children with you, to buy you a home.
To help you cut out Pilgrim costumes for kindergarteners.”
I choked out a laugh.
“I mean it Jessica Fields. Please, you
already are my everything. Let’s make it official. Be my
wife.”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled
him close, allowing the tears to run freely down my face.
“Yes. A million times yes.”
His warm embrace calmed everything in me
that had been full of fear, had anticipated so much loss. I was
finally home, and I never even realized that I was away.
“I’m not renewing,” he murmured into my ear.
I pulled away to look at him.
“What?”
“I’m done. Two more years and I’m not going back. I did my time,
Jessie. But I didn’t want to tell you. I was afraid you’d lead me
on for two years and then get cold feet.”
I pulled the box from his hand and proudly
stuffed the ring onto my finger, breaking with tradition to show my
enthusiasm. “I would never.”
His smile grew so big I thought it’d break
his face. Then he kissed me and the whole world stopped spinning. I
was vaguely aware of being lifted back up onto the bed but was too
consumed with the heat of our passion to notice.
I feverishly ran my hands up his back,
searching beneath the light cotton of his shirt to feel the wide
expanse of his back. Then like a wild beast I pulled at the shirt,
clawing it off of him to reveal a perfectly contoured torso. I
groaned at the sight of his wide, hard chest, at the deep grooves
of his abdomen. I already knew how gorgeous he was, but seeing it
in this light, with his body poised over me, made it that much more
delectable.
“I need to see you too,” he purred huskily,
and I melted. His hands moved south beneath the skirt of my dress,
finding the width of my thighs. As shy as I had been with my body
my whole adult life I trusted him, wanted to give him everything I
had: mind, body, and soul.
“I love you,” he whispered as he brought the
skirt up over my hips, shooting me a lusty glance before dropping
himself onto my mound. I felt him kiss my clit through my damp
panties and I moaned, arching my back into the soft give of the
mattress. He inched my panties off with the pads of his fingers,
pulling them down my thighs and the length of my legs.
I waited, holding my breath as he moved his
head back between my thighs, priming me with his fingers as he
traced them over the shape of my vulva. Then he kissed the bare
sensitive skin of my clit, wrapping his lips around it and pulling
away, teasing me with alternating short and long strokes. I cried
out in ecstasy—it was lucky we were alone, because there was no way
I could truly hold back.
thick, spiraling in and out of control into a perfect silhouette of
a woman. Just tasting her was perfection, feeling her in my mouth.
The imprint was growing, building inside of me and taking
hold.
I pushed my hands into her plush thighs,
probing my tongue around her sweetness and then lower into her
dripping chasm, finding her pleasure as I licked back up to her
clitoris. I could hear her gasp, hear her losing control.
Then she came. I knew it by how her body
went rigid and then thrashed ever so slightly, but the gasping
desperation of her breath was anything but subtle. She was mine,
and in that first crest of pleasure I had her. I had lust anchored
in my core, a yearning that would need her forever.
I could feel her soul within me. She was my
mate.
around Dalton’s head to keep from disappearing into the mattress,
down into the depths of the earth. Every moment we were sharing
together was steadily becoming less human. We were in another
world. The depth of our experience was so much that I couldn’t
pretend it was anything otherwise.
Dalton moved his kisses up my mound and
navel, growling lowly when my dress caught at my waist. He jerked
me up impatiently, wrapping his arms around my back to find my
zipper.
“Jessie,” he murmured gruffly, “I want
you.”
I shattered at his words and gripped onto
his thick, sandy hair, holding on for dear life. He brought the
cool metal zipper down my back, then scooted his hands back under
my skirt and lifted the dress over my head.
He just as deftly undid my bra clasp,
pulling the beige strands over my arms and tossing the garment
across the room. I was bared before him, completely naked. His
stare was hungry; I could feel every inch of my pale body
tightening beneath his gaze.
“You’re a goddess,” he murmured. I was giddy
and drunk off his praise. I eagerly kissed him, and he probed his
tongue against the seam of my lips, prying for more.
I gave into his mouth, relishing the heat
between us. It was everything I dreamed of when I awoke in the
middle of a night, full of a desperate desire. He brought his hands
up my thighs to my large breasts, cupping them in his callused
hands. My nipples pebbled beneath his touch, pressing back into the
center of his palms.
I was breathless, caught between the maniac
beating of my heart and his wicked touch.
I imagined it a lot.
I wanted her so badly, and cradled into each
others arms I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of
her, to make my biggest dream come true.
“Do it,” she gasped as if reading my mind.
“Just take me. Make me come.”
cock against her clit, rubbing it up and down, sure she was still
sore from the come down. She writhed helplessly, and her face told
me she wasn’t sure herself if it was too much or not.
“Please,” she huffed, her dark lashes
fluttering. I notched myself into her sex and then lunged, gripping
my fingers into the perfect swell of her ass as I finally took what
was always mine.
parents car was missing from their driveway. I remembered with some
satisfaction that they had decided to go out to dinner with Rob
while I spent the evening at the bar.
“So, what is it?” Jessie asked me
impatiently as I pulled a spare key from below the doormat.
“You’ll see,” I replied, opening the door
and motioning for her to go inside. “After you.”
She stuck her tongue out at me playfully,
but the flicker of her cherry red lips burned something inside of
me, kindling a delicious, unstoppable fire. I snatched my fingers
around her face and kissed her fiercely, stopping her in her
tracks.
“Jeez,” she sighed breathily.
“Don’t be too cheeky with me,” I warned. “I
don’t know how much of it I can stand.”
She went red as a tomato and hurried inside.
Watching the round plush of her behind beneath that form-fitting
dress, I wanted more than anything to take her into my arms and
claim her as my mate.
She went to my old room instinctively, and
once inside I closed the door behind us. She sat down on the gray
bedspread and waited expectantly. I winked at her and then pulled a
small box that was nestled in the top drawer of my dresser.
turned around to face me with that little, telltale box in his
hands. He smirked at my reaction, but I knew he was nervous—he had
to be. He knelt down before me on one knee and raised the box up
like an offering.
“I have got to be dreaming,” I murmured, and
he laughed.
“Jessie, I bought this ring when I turned
eighteen. I knew it would be a while before you said ‘yes,’ but I
figured it gave me enough time to pay it off. Lucky for me, I was
right,” he opened the box and I gasped.
The ring was beautiful. It glittered in the
dull room and the rock was simply huge. I could feel the tears
pricking at my eyes, but I couldn’t care.
Never in a million years would I have
guessed that he loved me this much.
“You make me smile, Jessie. You make each
day at war an adventure. There are things I had to hide from you
about what I do, but now that you know my biggest secret, I hope
that everyday I can reveal more to you. So that we can really
become one. I want to raise children with you, to buy you a home.
To help you cut out Pilgrim costumes for kindergarteners.”
I choked out a laugh.
“I mean it Jessica Fields. Please, you
already are my everything. Let’s make it official. Be my
wife.”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled
him close, allowing the tears to run freely down my face.
“Yes. A million times yes.”
His warm embrace calmed everything in me
that had been full of fear, had anticipated so much loss. I was
finally home, and I never even realized that I was away.
“I’m not renewing,” he murmured into my ear.
I pulled away to look at him.
“What?”
“I’m done. Two more years and I’m not going back. I did my time,
Jessie. But I didn’t want to tell you. I was afraid you’d lead me
on for two years and then get cold feet.”
I pulled the box from his hand and proudly
stuffed the ring onto my finger, breaking with tradition to show my
enthusiasm. “I would never.”
His smile grew so big I thought it’d break
his face. Then he kissed me and the whole world stopped spinning. I
was vaguely aware of being lifted back up onto the bed but was too
consumed with the heat of our passion to notice.
I feverishly ran my hands up his back,
searching beneath the light cotton of his shirt to feel the wide
expanse of his back. Then like a wild beast I pulled at the shirt,
clawing it off of him to reveal a perfectly contoured torso. I
groaned at the sight of his wide, hard chest, at the deep grooves
of his abdomen. I already knew how gorgeous he was, but seeing it
in this light, with his body poised over me, made it that much more
delectable.
“I need to see you too,” he purred huskily,
and I melted. His hands moved south beneath the skirt of my dress,
finding the width of my thighs. As shy as I had been with my body
my whole adult life I trusted him, wanted to give him everything I
had: mind, body, and soul.
“I love you,” he whispered as he brought the
skirt up over my hips, shooting me a lusty glance before dropping
himself onto my mound. I felt him kiss my clit through my damp
panties and I moaned, arching my back into the soft give of the
mattress. He inched my panties off with the pads of his fingers,
pulling them down my thighs and the length of my legs.
I waited, holding my breath as he moved his
head back between my thighs, priming me with his fingers as he
traced them over the shape of my vulva. Then he kissed the bare
sensitive skin of my clit, wrapping his lips around it and pulling
away, teasing me with alternating short and long strokes. I cried
out in ecstasy—it was lucky we were alone, because there was no way
I could truly hold back.
thick, spiraling in and out of control into a perfect silhouette of
a woman. Just tasting her was perfection, feeling her in my mouth.
The imprint was growing, building inside of me and taking
hold.
I pushed my hands into her plush thighs,
probing my tongue around her sweetness and then lower into her
dripping chasm, finding her pleasure as I licked back up to her
clitoris. I could hear her gasp, hear her losing control.
Then she came. I knew it by how her body
went rigid and then thrashed ever so slightly, but the gasping
desperation of her breath was anything but subtle. She was mine,
and in that first crest of pleasure I had her. I had lust anchored
in my core, a yearning that would need her forever.
I could feel her soul within me. She was my
mate.
around Dalton’s head to keep from disappearing into the mattress,
down into the depths of the earth. Every moment we were sharing
together was steadily becoming less human. We were in another
world. The depth of our experience was so much that I couldn’t
pretend it was anything otherwise.
Dalton moved his kisses up my mound and
navel, growling lowly when my dress caught at my waist. He jerked
me up impatiently, wrapping his arms around my back to find my
zipper.
“Jessie,” he murmured gruffly, “I want
you.”
I shattered at his words and gripped onto
his thick, sandy hair, holding on for dear life. He brought the
cool metal zipper down my back, then scooted his hands back under
my skirt and lifted the dress over my head.
He just as deftly undid my bra clasp,
pulling the beige strands over my arms and tossing the garment
across the room. I was bared before him, completely naked. His
stare was hungry; I could feel every inch of my pale body
tightening beneath his gaze.
“You’re a goddess,” he murmured. I was giddy
and drunk off his praise. I eagerly kissed him, and he probed his
tongue against the seam of my lips, prying for more.
I gave into his mouth, relishing the heat
between us. It was everything I dreamed of when I awoke in the
middle of a night, full of a desperate desire. He brought his hands
up my thighs to my large breasts, cupping them in his callused
hands. My nipples pebbled beneath his touch, pressing back into the
center of his palms.
I was breathless, caught between the maniac
beating of my heart and his wicked touch.
She felt divine, and God,
her
breasts
. Ever
since I told her I loved her when I was eighteen I abstained from
having sex with any women. But every once in a while I’d get caught
in a compromising situation with a pretty young thing. Yet never in
all my life had I touched breasts like these, seen a body like
hers.
I imagined it a lot.
I wanted her so badly, and cradled into each
others arms I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of
her, to make my biggest dream come true.
“Do it,” she gasped as if reading my mind.
“Just take me. Make me come.”
The sight of her voluptuous
body writhing beneath my grasp was enough to make me do it alone.
But her yearning plea was what really did me in. I pressed my hands
forcefully into her shoulders, shifting my weight so that I urged
us horizontally on the bed. She was so flushed, so ready, and it
was all I could do to keep from bursting just
looking at
her.
cock against her clit, rubbing it up and down, sure she was still
sore from the come down. She writhed helplessly, and her face told
me she wasn’t sure herself if it was too much or not.
“Please,” she huffed, her dark lashes
fluttering. I notched myself into her sex and then lunged, gripping
my fingers into the perfect swell of her ass as I finally took what
was always mine.
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