“Baby, put it in you.”
I looked down, and he was still in my hand. Still throbbing and pulsing, and harder than ever. Shit, I’d almost forgotten!
“Let me do you with my mouth,” I smiled down at him. “I’ll make it good.”
“No,” Kyle smiled, shaking his head. His face and chin were glazed. “I need to feel you.”
“But your leg! It’s… it’s too much on—”
“Just go slow,” he said. “It’ll be alright.”
His hands went to my hips, and I felt him guiding me forward. I hovered over him, placing my hands on either side of his waist. Gripping the cot securely, I began lowering myself onto him with deliberate, agonizing slowness.
?
??That’s it…”
Kyle took one hand from my hips and guided himself home. I was so drenched… so warm and wet and deliciously swollen.
As thick and hard as he was, he slipped right in.
“Oh fuck, Sammara!”
He hissed through clenched teeth as I smiled back at him over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “That’s kinda the idea.”
I felt almost guilty that Dakota wasn’t here. Almost but not quite. Here we were, screwing hotly in some tent at the ass-end of the Iraqi desert, while Dakota worked with his team on plans to rescue Jason and Ryan.
But Dakota had had me for weeks now, and he’d taken full advantage. Kyle and I on the other hand, had a lot of catching up to do…
“You okay?”
My lover moaned in the shadows behind me. It was a good moan. “More than okay.”
“Good baby, good. Just tell me if it hurts.”
It had been so incredible, seeing him safe and sound again. Every last ounce of love and devotion and adoration — it had all come rolling over me the moment I laid eyes on him. If the whole experience had taught me anything, it was that I couldn’t wait to marry them! I wanted them all back home. All four of them safe, wrapped in my loving arms.
You’re greedy, Sammara.
I almost laughed at the imaginary devil on my shoulder. I didn’t care. If it was greedy to be in love with four people, so be it. Four gorgeous, magnificent, loving people who’d shown me four times the affection and attention I could’ve ever imagined I deserved.
And me, them.
Kyle’s hands had moved down to my ass as I rode up and down the length of his beautiful cock. He was cupping it. Grabbing it. Smoothing his hands over it…
“Missed me?” I chuckled.
He nodded behind me. Or at least I think he did.
“Let me show you how much.”
Suddenly his hands turned into claws, gripping me tightly and holding me in position. His cock thumped once, achingly hard inside me, and then I felt nothing but warmth and pleasure and satisfaction. Kyle held me steady throughout his orgasm, filling me with his cream.
I kept most of my weight off him, rolling my hips just enough to ride out the last of his throbs and pulsations. When I was sure he was finished I pushed myself upward and off, only to lay down in an identical cot that had been brought in for me to sleep right next to him.
By the time I’d gotten under the blankets and snuggled up next to him, Kyle was still smiling like the cat who’d swallowed the canary.