Lawless Hero

“Yes.”

When the first inch or so slid in, I knew I wouldn’t last long. My body already tingled everywhere as he slowly pushed the rest of all nine wonderful inches inside. I pushed back against him, wishing he could go even deeper.

He pulled out just as slowly, enjoying every moment. Once out almost all the way, he would start again. Gradually, he found a rhythm, working up the pace, pounding me harder and faster. Waves of pleasure washed over my body and I never wanted him to stop.

All my doubts and worries floated away. The world itself faded around me when he reached under and rubbed my clitoris while continuing to pump me. All that mattered in that moment was the bliss being created between us.

He fucked me like it was our last time together. As if he was heading off to war again.

I concentrated on the feeling of him sliding in and out, never having felt such intense pleasure before in my life.

He pushed me to the edge and my mind went blank when my orgasm hit. All the while, he kept going as my body shook.

“Turn around,” he said. “I want to see your face.”

He pulled out and I flipped over, spreading my legs apart as wide as was comfortable. Then he slipped himself back inside me.

My only thought was to make him feel at least as good as he had made me feel moments before. The look on his face told me I wasn’t far from my goal. His forehead wrinkled as he stared at me, thrusting faster. I ran my hands down his strong back, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him closer. A pleasurable sensation ran through me, letting me know we were connecting on some deeper level.

He grunted, his thrusts finally slowing. When he came, I saw it in his eyes. His face relaxed and his body stopped.

Still inside of me, he stared into my eyes while he worked on catching his breath. I looked back, soaking in every visual detail of the moment.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out.

“Fuck indeed.”

He laid on his back beside me, still breathing heavily. I rolled over and threw my arm over his rock-hard stomach, cuddling against his quivering body.

“Fuck,” he repeated.

I giggled.

He smiled. “You’re something else, Rose.”

“And I can’t kick you out this time. You’re not going to make me leave instead, are you?”

“I don’t want you to leave, ever.” He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes with his fingers.

“Do

you mean it? We don’t know each other well, but I feel so connected to you.”

“Still?” he said with a grin.

I squeezed him briefly, laughing. “I’m serious.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve been wandering aimlessly since Afghanistan.”

Will he ever tell me what really happened over there? I briefly thought, but kept the question to myself, not wanting to ruin the afterglow.

We cleaned up a few minutes later. We then shared a bowl of ice cream before calling it a night and crawling into bed together.

CHAPTER 18

Rose

I woke up before him the next morning. As I laid next to him, his bare back rose and fell as he breathed. I smiled to myself.