Quadruple Duty

“I want you,” I said flatly.

She looked as she did the night we’d made love, all flushed and pink and warm, with soft curves and plump lips. Even without makeup she was stunningly beautiful. I stepped forward again, and put my face against hers.

“You have to wait…” she squeaked. The sentence began firmly but trailed off unconvincingly at the end.

“Why?” I whispered huskily. “I’ve already had you. Let the others wait a week. I want to take you again.”

I kissed her some more, leaning into her body. Forcing her backward, step by step, until she was at the edge of the bed. Sammara was moaning softly, sometimes kissing me back, sometimes playing up her reluctance. Her hands went to my body, though. I was melting her resolve.

Finally her calves were pressed up against the mattress. Her knees buckled. She nearly fell backward…

“Kyle listen,” she twisted away. “You made a promise, remember? To your brothers-in-arms. We can’t break that promise, not even together. It would be like betraying them from the very beginning.”

Shit.

She was right of course. I knew she was right, deep down inside, even though I hated myself for it.

God she’s gorgeous…

I couldn’t imagine not being with her. Just walking away and leaving her here. Going back to my room and—

A sudden thought occurred to me. I reached down and lifted her shirt… then sank to my knees and began kissing the flat of her stomach.

Sammara sucked her next breath so sharply it sounded like a hiss. “Kyle… wait…”

“You said we could kiss you,” I told her. “That’s what you said.”

I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs. Her body reacted with an electric shiver.

“Yes but—”

“Well then I’m kissing you,” I said, planting tiny kisses all around her navel. The kisses grew slower… then lower. “Just kissing you.”

Blindly my fingers found the outside waistband of her tiny panties. I rolled them down her legs, revealing a powder-blue thong. The fabric of the crotch was noticeably darker. I touched it, and my fingers came back wet.

“You’re soaked.”

Sammara didn’t reply. She only reached down with both hands, to sift her fingers through my hair.

“This isn’t just because of me…” I teased. “You were touching yourself before I got here.”

It wasn’t really a question. But I stopped kissing until I got an answer.

“Yes.”

I kissed her some more. Trailed my tongue lower and lower, until it dropped below the depression left behind by the elastic that had ringed her waist.

“Then you need this.”

I pushed, and she dropped backward onto the bed. Her legs fell open, her lovely thighs parting in a sign of surrender… just like the sigh that softly escaped her lips.

I went straight to work, burying my face between her legs. She was smooth and slick, her pussy glistening like a little pink flower. I parted it with my tongue, savoring her sweetness, enjoying how absolutely drenched she was as I slid my longest finger inside her.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

It was the same as before. Sammara’s thighs clamped slowly shut around my head, inching closer to my ears as I absolutely devoured her. My tongue bathed every inch of her, inside and out. I slid it down over her clit, then drove it deep to scoop up her sweet nectar and bring it into my mouth.

The taste of her brought back memories. Memories of fucking her. Of exploding inside her, my face buried in that shimmering sea of cornsilk hair…