One Week with the Marine (Love on Location)

“I know.”

“Is that why you’re saluting me?” She pulled down his pants to reveal his enormous length.

Without waiting for him to respond, she wrapped her mouth around him, swirling her tongue over his tip as he leaned back, slamming his broad, muscled back against the window.

He groaned, gripping her shoulders, and ripping the coat off of her. She plunged farther down, taking him deep into her throat. Distracted as she was, she couldn’t help but stare at his body as she went. Whenever he came to visit, he was even hotter than the time before.

His abs were contoured, the V that acted as a neon sign to the grand prize he was packing in his pants was more defined. Even his buzz cut seemed to complement his angular features better than ever.

Taking off his clothes was like a never-ending Cracker Jack prize. It got better every time she opened the box.

“You feel so damn good,” he rasped, and she cupped the inside of his thighs, kneading his flesh with her palms. Gently, she flicked her tongue around his base before raising it to tease his head again.

He clutched at her hair, weaving his fingers into her locks, loosening and tightening his grip as she traveled up and down his member.

He growled low in his throat and it spurred her on, working his length faster and faster until he quaked beneath her touch. That was the sexiest thing, when he made that noise like he needed to have her that instant. No sound in the world could compare.

“Oh, I’ve missed you.” He reached behind her neck and pulled at her bikini string. The cool air pricked at her warm skin as her breasts tumbled out, and he fondled the swell of her chest before pinching her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She worked him quicker still, but he pushed her back and her lips slid from him, revealing his hard cock. The space between her thighs rushed with need, and she squeezed them together, hoping to quell the ache.

“I’ve missed this.” She leaned toward him again, nibbling the inside of his thighs, but he grasped her shoulders and guided her until her back connected with the passenger-side door. His fingers trailed down her torso, making quick work of the tiny strings on her bikini bottoms.

When he reached her knees, he pushed them apart with a command that made her heart skip, revealing the wet space between her thighs practically begging him to fulfill her want.

She was entirely exposed, and she couldn’t have cared less.

He stooped low, his breath hot against her, but refused to meet her skin.

“Please.” She hated begging, but she couldn’t help herself.

She needed him.

With a mischievous grin, he licked from her belly button to her clit and back again. She convulsed at his touch, and he steadied her with his forceful palms, pushing her thighs wider as his tongue traced her folds, plunged deeper, entered her, and then retreated to suck at her tight bud again.

She moaned, unable to hold back, and he hummed against her, the curve of his smile appearing slightly above the horizon of her view as he lapped her core.

“Moan again.” It wasn’t a request. The scintillating vibration of his words sent a chill down her spine.

“Oh God,” she cried, and his tongue dipped inside her again, making her walls spasm with need.

She leaned back against the car door, allowing him full view of her breasts, and his pupils dilated as he took her in. His commanding gaze as he pleasured her was enough to make her come all on its own—so hungry, so demanding.

“That’s it, you’re so hot,” he mumbled against her.

“Please,” she breathed.

She wouldn’t need to ask him twice. There was a pause and a tear of foil, then his fingers dug into her hips as he wrenched her body down, and without another word, he thrust inside her.

She gasped as his hard length filled her. It had been too long, far too long, since they’d last been together.

Nothing compared to the feel of his cock, the way her muscles tensed and shuddered as he took command of her body. She dug her fingernails into the plush upholstery of the car and rocked her hips against his as he took her harder, faster.

“Tight as ever,” he growled, trailing his fingers lower, over her stomach, to focus on her aching clit.

God, he was like a superhero in the bedroom…or the backseat. Whichever. And the sheer sexiness of him made it hard to know where to focus. But a dark, thin trail of hair led her to the place that made looking anywhere else impossible.

She watched him sliding in and out of her, his cock glossy with her wetness, his forearms working as he rubbed against her clit. Her body tightened around him to the point of pain, screaming for release.