Encounter with a Commanding Officer

She’d seen enough wounded soldiers to know that the genital area was one of the least protected areas, with no body armour to shield it.

Before Fliss knew what was happening, he had scooped her onto the bed and flipped her over onto her back, sliding the rest of her clothes off with slick efficiency. She frowned uncertainly.

‘Why did you stop me?’

‘Because that’s not how it’s going to play out,’ he growled fiercely.

‘Why not?’ Disappointment welled inside her. ‘You can’t relinquish control for a moment, can you?’

* * *

No, he couldn’t relinquish control. Not to Fliss. Not like that.

No one had ever had a hold over him the way she seemed to. Even her hurt and disappointment gnawed at him. But even that one simple question revealed that she understood him in a way hardly anyone had ever done. And if he let her do what she’d inten

ded to do, let her make him forget everything, then he was afraid she would pull away the last of his defences and leave him vulnerable.

Just as he had been as a young child, pushed from care home to foster home and back again. Totally out of his control.

‘I’ll make it up to you.’ He shrugged, pushing away the guilt.

She looked dubious, half sitting up to reach for him again.

‘How?’

‘Like this,’ he muttered, dropping to his knees and parting her legs to lick her in one strong stroke.

She cried out, falling back to the bed, her hips lifting up instinctively even as she called out in panic.

‘Ash, this isn’t... I don’t...’

‘You do now.’

He heard the primitive growl in his voice moments before he buried his head in her heat. Her hips bucked against him.

Hot. Sweet. His.

He wanted to be the only man who had ever been able to satisfy her the way he did. Ash fought the feeling of possessiveness which stabbed through him at the idea of her with anyone else. This wasn’t about anything lasting; why was he still finding it so hard to remember that?

Sliding a hand beneath her bottom to lock her in place, he raised his hand to caress one swollen breast and lowered his head again, feeling her fingers locking into his own hair as he kissed, and licked, and sucked. Her increasing moans and gasps urged him on, the way she cried out his name stoking the primal need inside him.

She was so close. He could feel her on his tongue. He slipped a finger inside, then another, marvelling at the way she stretched against him, and then he sucked on that sensitive core and pitched her over into nothingness. Her orgasm shattered over her again and again as he never let up for an instant. Her shudders finally slowed and her breathing began to even out again.

‘You should have stopped,’ she accused softly, only half regretfully. ‘I wanted to feel you inside me.’

‘Be patient,’ he murmured darkly, knowing he wanted that too. Almost too much. He’d had to prove to himself he could control that searing need.

Rocking back on his heels Ash stood up, shucking off the rest of his clothes even as he reached for a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it quickly down his length. Then he returned his mouth to where he’d left off, hearing her objection give way to a squeak of surprise as he smoothly brought her body back to simmering point.

Only then did he cover her body with his own, her breasts pillowed against his chest, her hard nipples raking his skin. She wrapped her legs instinctively around his hips, her arms snaking around his neck. He tried to hold off but she pulled him down, his tip brushing against her wet heat, intending only to ease in part way until she became accustomed to him. Without warning, she tilted her hips and tightened her legs, drawing him slickly inside with a sensual murmur.

A guttural groan filled the air and Ash didn’t immediately recognise his own voice, so thick was it with desire.

‘God, Fliss, I don’t know how long I can last,’ he warned her.

She nodded, heavy-lidded eyes fighting to open and look at him, her hands gripping his shoulders. She was already closer than he’d realised, and the knowledge pushed him perilously closer to own completion.

Think of something else. Anything.