It was that feature of my time with her that I clung to the most in the space since we'd been apart. Her face when she came was a memory that haunted my dreams. I had never been one to induce intimate moments with the women that I fucked, but with Annie, I couldn't help but watch her response. Partly because I was worried about tripping a trigger and partly because the women I had been with had never been as responsive or expressive when I fucked them. I couldn't get of it out of my mind. I'll be damned if I miss a moment of it now that she's giving me a second chance.
I gripped her neck with my left hand and settled on the blanket so that I had more balance, shoving her legs open above mine and stilling her above me. She watched me with heavy eyes, her lipped trapped between her teeth and her hands now buried in my hair so tight that it was almost painful. I slid my right hand down her thigh until I reached the hem, then back up until I felt her shiver at my touch.
She pressed her face into my neck and placed a kiss just below my ear. We were pressed hip to hip, chest to chest and I'd never felt closer to another human being in my entire life.
I pulled back, suddenly overwhelmed. "Wait. I just need you to understand that this isn't a commitment. This isn't a relationship. I want to be with you, but it's hard with my job. I can promise you that when I'm in town it'll be you and only you, but I can't lie to you and tell you that it'll ever be more than that. I just can't. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. If that's not something that you think you can handle, just let me know and I'll back off."
"Patrick, I'm not an idiot. I've seen firsthand what your life is like. I just want to be with you. I don't know how long or what's in store for me, but right now the only thing that I want is you. If anyone knows that the future isn't guaranteed it's me. No one can say for certain what is going to happen. So we only have this moment. And in this moment, there's nothing that I want more than to be with you. So please. Shut up and kiss me."
But she didn't give me the chance to do as she ordered, instead, she used her hands to pull me closer and the need to make her mine spread throughout my chest again, obliterating all of my doubts.
I slid my hand farther up her thigh to the swatch of lace that covered her and brushed the backs of my fingers back and forth until her breath returned to pants at my ear. I didn't want to rush the moment, no matter how much my dick wanted me to. I drew the line of her panties from the top of her stomach and along the line between her legs. Within minutes she was wet and breathless, her hips straining for me.
In order to not move her from my lap, I gripped the sides of her panties in between my fingers and tore, rending them to useless bits of fabric and baring her more completely. I used one hand to play with her bare pussy, remembering exactly how she liked to be touch and the right spots that made her gasp in my ear. Her breath hitched when my free hand rose through the fabric of her dress against the skin of her waist to flick at the catch of her bra.
As my fingers reacquainted themselves with the delicate expanse of skin on her chest, my mouth slid across the curve of her neck, licking and sucking my way to her ear. The little moans she was making were driving me absolutely insane and it was all I could do not to fuck the foreplay and give my cock what it wanted. Instead, I slid a finger deep inside her.
"God, Annie. You feel so good." Her pussy clenched around my finger as I added my thumb brushing against her clit.
"It feels so good," she panted. "I've never felt anything like this."
It made me ridiculously proud to be the one giving her this. I was damn sure her boyfriend had never fumbled her to an orgasm and I couldn't even comprehend the last five years for her. She would never have to go through that again, I promised myself. I would get off, something I was most looking forward to, but more than that I wanted to give her more pleasure than she'd ever known.
As I continued to pleasure her with one hand and tease her nipples with the other, she moved a hand to the zipper of my pants. I felt her draw the zipper down, pop the button from its clasp and then my pants released around my hips. I groaned into her neck at the touch of her hands on my ridiculously hard cock. She expertly worked her hands over me, squeezing, teasing and milking me.
I sat up a little to pull my jeans down the rest of the way and wrapped her legs back around me. I positioned her above me, holding my hands at her hips and keeping her eye locked with mine. Slowly, achingly, I eased her down inch by wet, tight inch. At the feel of me her eyes began to close and her head dropped back on a long moan of pleasure.
I hadn't had sex in so long and even it was a one-night stand before I left for deployment. I didn’t even remember her name. Jamie? Janie? But I had a feeling that a year from now, ten years from now, I would remember this moment, just as I could recall that one night on the boat. There was something about this girl, the way she focused on me, saw right through me.
I cupped her chin and urged her to look at me. "No," I stilled her hips, though the effort cost me. I wanted to see her respond to me. "Don't close your eyes. I want to watch you come this time."
With slow, measured movements I urged her hips to glide back and forth along the length of my cock. On her knees, spread for me her clit would rub at just the angle so that each slide made her moan. She took over the pace surging back and forth over me with an urgency that stole my breath.
I lifted myself higher on my knees and draped her over my arms so that my angle was deeper. The change drug my cock across a spot inside her that made her grasp at my shirt and her gasp with each thrust.
"Ohmygod," she moaned.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I nibbled and sucked the curve of her neck. "Are you gonna come for me?"
She squirmed, tightening her arms and legs around me, pressing so close that our movements were strangled and frantic. My thrusts quickened in response and there was something about the restricted space, the urgency that drove her wild. Her breathing was labored and harsh as she shuddered around me, pressing into me until I couldn't tell where she ended and I began. Her face was pressed to my chest as her pussy clamped around me.
I held her tight to me as her release began to calm. She took my face into her hands and kissed me. It was tender and sweet, like she was giving me a part of herself. She moved around me, quick little jerks of her hips that sent shocks all over my body. I lost myself in the wet glide of her pussy and came with a long groan that was stifled by the press of her mouth.
I settled back on the blanket, her dress surrounding us as sweat cooled on our skin. As the orgasm retreated the fear that I was getting in too deep with this girl niggled in the back of my mind. She was the first person I'd ever connected to on such a level, and it wasn't just the sex amazing. I was beginning to worry that no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise she wasn't just a fling.
20.
I showed her my office in the SEAL base. She seemed impressed and asked a ton of questions about my job. I liked that she seemed to really care about my career, more so than the typical girl. Most frog hogs saw us as nothing more than a notch on their bedposts, a real life action hero from one of those crappy romance novels. The SEALs in those books had little resemblance to real TEAM guys. First off, most SEALs never ever told people what we did for a living. I would’ve never told Annie that I was a SEAL, but I needed to make her understand that I was capable of saving her. I always told everyone I met that I drove an ice cream truck. Another thing, we never gave details about our missions to civilians, whether we were fucking them or not. And we sure as hell didn’t leave our careers to chase women across the world. Most of the authors who wrote this crap had never even met a SEAL, let alone been fucked by one.