“What do you want, sweetheart?” he murmured against my mouth.
I made another little sound, not really hearing his words. My body had taken over and it wasn’t going to let me have control back until it got what it wanted.
His fingers moved to the button on my skinny jeans. The closure gave way to his nimble fingers and soon the zipper was gliding down. I shivered in anticipation. I’d never wanted anyone’s hands on me this badly.
Nathan dipped his hand into the open waistband of the jeans and reached down to cup my throbbing vagina. I groaned because just the pressure of his hand brought me a little bit closer to the edge.
His tongue circled mine as he began to back us up, moving into the living room where he gently placed me on the edge of the coffee table. My feet were planted on the floor when I looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.
He kneeled before me, sliding my fuzzy boots off and tossing them over his shoulder. Then he hooked his fingers in the ankles of my jeans and pulled. I lifted my butt off the tabletop so he could tug them away.
Nathan sat back and looked at me for long moments. The skin on his palms was slightly rough as they slid up my legs and into the insides of my thighs. The white silk panties I wore were already damp with desire.
“Will you let me pleasure you, Honor?” Nathan asked, teasing the edge of my panties with his fingers.
“Yes,” I answered, breathless, leaning all my weight into my hand without the stitches.
“You can say no right now,” he said, pulling his hands away.
“I’m saying yes,” I demanded, wanting his touch back.
He chuckled. It was a short-lived sound because he hooked both hands behind my knees and pulled me across the top of the table until my butt almost slid completely off. I watched with heavy lidded concentration as he planted my legs onto the carpet on either side of him and then he positioned himself at my center. Both his hands hooked into the waistband of the panties. “Up,” he said gently and then he pulled them away, leaving me completely bare below the waist.
Nathan stroked the area where soft, short curls grew. My head fell back and my eyes slid closed as his fingers dipped into my very wet, deepest place. He didn’t delve right in like I thought he might. Instead, he swirled his fingers around in the moisture, coating the entire area with my personal lubricant.
“It’s like liquid satin,” he said to himself as if he were utterly fascinated.
The more he circled his fingers around, the shorter my breaths became. He pinched and teased my folds until they felt thick and full. I was so very wet that some of the moisture coated the insides of my thighs.
The sensations rolling through me were just the tip of the iceberg. Nathan had just begun.
Very carefully he draped my legs over his shoulders so my knees bent and my calves fell down his back. He pressed a trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh and then he pulled one of my folds into his mouth and began to suck.
I jerked up off the table, the sparks of heat so intense that I thought I might burst into flames. He took his time with each and every part of me. There was no place neglected. By the time he made it to my center, I was shaking with need. I couldn’t control it. It’s like my body didn’t know how to be still; there was just too much passion running rampant beneath my skin.
“Please, Nathan,” I said, wanting to reach out for him but needing my elbows for support.
His tongue delved into my opening and I cried out, completely not expecting that he would use his tongue that way. It was so intimate that it was partially overwhelming. In and out his tongue moved, creating the same kind of action his hips would make if he were between my legs. He didn’t delve too deeply inside me, but it was just enough.
His lips pulled at my clitoris and rolled around, massaging it.
I gasped and arched upward.
In one final act of freaking epic proportions, Nathan gripped my hips and towed me even farther forward. My backside was no longer touching the coffee table. He was completely supporting my weight and his face was totally immersed… well… you know where.
My entire world splintered apart. I shattered like a too-hot light bulb. Pieces of me flew everywhere, scattering around us. I couldn’t think; all I could do was let the feeling of the orgasm ripple through my depths as my stomach muscles clenched over and over again.
He didn’t stop licking, but his tongue gentled, bringing me back to Earth in the best way possible.
I collapsed against the hardwood surface of the table. Sweat actually beaded on my forehead and my legs still trembled.
Oh. My. God.
I should’ve probably been embarrassed. Yeah. No. I wasn’t going to be embarrassed about that. It was mind blowing.
“I’m never going to look at this coffee table the same way again,” I said as Nathan pulled back just slightly. He slid me a little farther onto the table but still supported my legs with his shoulders.
“You’ve got to be the hottest woman I have ever met.”
I pushed up onto one elbow and shoved at the hair falling into my eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He looked smug. His lips were slightly swollen and his cheeks were flushed. I glanced down at the tent he was sporting in his pants.
“Looks like you could use some attention,” I purred.
He grabbed my panties off the floor and slid them around my ankles. “It’s not about me right now.”
“Then what’s it about?”
“You,” he whispered, gliding the silk back up my legs. “Only you.”
I sat up, swaying a little with the movement. I felt drunk. I felt woozy. I was completely and totally relaxed.
He smirked. “Besides. You’ve had all you can handle of me right now.”
“You don’t think I can handle you?” I said, stubbornness crawling into my tone.
Nathan scooted forward on both his knees, wrapping an arm around my waist and using his free hand to tuck the hair behind my ear. “I know you can. I’m actually a little worried I won’t be able to handle you.”
Something inside me softened. I laid a hand on his cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Nathan Reed.”
He smiled a little sadly. The longing in his eyes pulled at my heart.
“I know you wouldn’t. Not intentionally. But not all hurt can be prevented.”
What did he mean by that?
28
Nathan
Life is fragile. A man knows this from the time he’s just a boy, but for me, it didn’t really sink in until I watched men die around me.
Before I went to Afghanistan, I was young. There was a freedom I always felt, like life was limitless and so was time. I didn’t really think about how we could be here one moment and gone the next.
And then I went to war.
I watched men—good men—die. I watched the fear in their eyes as hostile people shot and attacked us. I heard the yelling, the screaming. Desperation and gunfire laced the air and sounds of the explosion still haunted my every waking hour.
When I returned home, I wasn’t the young man who left. I felt old. I felt hardened, and I glanced at men who I used to be like and felt angry they could be so innocent. I wanted to rage at them; I wanted to tell them they had no idea the time they wasted.
I wanted to tell them that everyone has an expiration date and they needed to start living like it.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t give out advice I wasn’t living. Lead by example. It was something I tried to lay as the foundation of my career in the Marine Corps. To me, that meant being a Marine, a man that my peers could look up to. It meant showing others how to live with actions.