Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

I laughed and gave her exactly what she wanted, all the while my eyes staying on the thatch of black hair covering her mound.

It was glistening in wetness.

And I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick every single drop up.

My dick clung to the waistband until I got them down somewhere around my mid-thigh, and then bounced back up to slap me in the stomach once it finally broke free.

She watched with avid fascination.

“So you can look at me but I can’t look at you?” I teased.

She shrugged. “You’re much prettier to look at.”

I raised my eyebrows at her. “I completely disagree.”

With that, I took two steps toward her, picked her up by the waist, and crawled onto the bed with her.

She gasped at my show of strength, her hands going down to my wrists to help support herself.

The moment her back hit the bed, she grinned. “Your sheets are just as soft as those silk ones from the other day.”

“Are they?” I asked, trailing a finger down the midpoint of her chest, between her breasts, and down her abs. “You’re soft.”

She snorted and ran her hands up the length of my forearms, stopping at the spot where my biceps started right above my elbows.

She squeezed, her tiny fingernails—that were also painted glitter gold today—digging into the skin.

Making my dick jump.

She looked down at where it’d jumped against her pussy, nestled in between the lips of her sex.

Her eyes dilated at the sight.

“You’re sure you want this?” I asked, pulling back and pushing forward.

She nodded.

“More than,” she rasped. “You did something to me the other day. You’re all I can think about.”

A sudden thought hit me then.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

I hadn’t had any for a while.

Months at least.

I couldn’t even remember the last time that I’d needed them.

It wasn’t to say that I hadn’t had the offers, I just hadn’t liked the offerings.

When I’d gotten out of the Air Force and moved into the duplex I was in now, I hadn’t bothered to replenish my stock because I’d been… bored.

Nobody had caught my attention.

At least until Amelia had walked into the room in her army green tank top and short shorts that showed off the best set of legs I’d ever seen.

She looked at me, studying my eyes. “When’s the last time you were checked?”

“I had to have a physical to join the SWAT team,” I said. “Came out clean. Haven’t had anybody else since.”

She licked her lips. “It’s been a very long time. I had to have a physical done to get into the program I’m in now for school. I’m clean.”

Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

“Birth control?” I rasped, barely able to contain my heart rate.

She pressed her hand over my chest, where my heart was beating frantically.

“Been on birth control since I was seventeen.” She grinned. “Do you know how many hours of enjoyment I got out of asking my mom for that in front of my father?”

I burst out laughing, unable to stop myself from pressing my lips to hers.

“I think you’re going to be trouble, Amelia.”

She flipped me then, using some tricky move that I hadn’t seen coming, to get me to my back. Then she climbed on top of me and stared into my eyes.

“So was that a yes to doing me bare? I can probably get those papers from my email if you want me to,” she said, sounding as if this was really important to her. “Oh, I have the proof that I’m on birth control, too. Here, feel my arm.”

She held her arm up, and I could see what looked to be a small rectangular bump underneath the skin.

My eyes went back to her face.

I could see the sincerity in her eyes, and I knew without a doubt that she was being one hundred percent honest with me.

I wasn’t sure how I knew I could trust her, but I did.

Completely.

In answer, I reached down between us and lifted my cock from where it was laying against my belly, pulsing angrily, and held it up so that it was pointed at her, ready for her.

She bit her lip and lifted her body so that her entrance was poised at the tip of my cock.

While her eyes held mine, she sank down.

I groaned, unable to stop myself, as she took me into her body.

And let’s just say it wasn’t an easy fit.

Since my eyes were locked with hers, I couldn’t look away to see how I stretched her.

But I could feel the hesitation in her descent. See the widening of her eyes, the enlarging of her pupils. The way her lips parted in shock.

I squeezed her hips and helped her slide back up my shaft, helping her come right back down moments later.

We did this back and forth, over and over again, until she was all the way seated on my cock.