|
|
|
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
parking space at Casa Clemente and headed upstairs to grab his gear and enjoy a little down time
before he had to report back to base.
Getting his clearance to fly lifted a dark cloud of uncertainly off him. Things that had seemed
impossibly fucked up this morning, namely, the situation with Chloe, looked amazingly
straightforward now. He still had over a week to convince her to stay convince her to take a risk on
him& and herself. This was doable. He understood subtle, nuanced tactics, but when it came to
winning a battle, sometimes storming the defenses got the job done. From here on out, he was going to
storm her defenses like the freaking beaches at Normandy, and he d stay the course until she fell to
him.
With his strategy firmly in place, he walked into the apartment. Chloe stood at the small table in the
dining area, sorting through the mail. She wore a long, body-hugging black tank top over the white
skirt he remembered from the infamous day at the massage clinic, and, hot damn, the lucky shoes. She
looked up when he came in and gave him a smile, but as he closed in on her, the smile disappeared
and her eyes grew wide.
Her lips parted, but he didn t give her a chance to speak. He slammed his mouth down on hers. She
staggered back a little under the force of this kiss, so he simply hauled her up, hitched her legs around
his waist, and kept on walking until he d backed her up against the wall.
She broke away long enough to mumble, Careful.
He used the opportunity to shove the tank top over her head. Uh-uh. I m done being careful. I ve
got an hour before I have to report back to the base tonight and I don t plan to spend it being careful.
But
Covering her mouth again cured her of the desire to speak. Instead, she melted into the kiss. He
shoved her bra out of his way and filled his hand with her warm, soft breast.
Her head dropped back against the wall, and she very nearly purred.
I m back on flight status, he murmured against her throat.
That piece of news snapped her head up. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face up as
well until their eyes met. Hers were blinking back tears. Oh& Michael. I m so happy.
I m about to make you even happier, because as far as I m concerned, if I m deemed fit to handle a
CH-47, I m fit to brace you against this wall, bury myself as deep inside you as humanly possible, and
give you the kind of ride that leaves you sweaty and breathless and trembling from head to toe. Then
I m going to turn you around and fuck you from the other direction, just to prove to you beyond a
shadow of a doubt I can make you come whenever I want, however I want. What do you say, Chloe?
Would that make you happy?
Her mouth was slack, her eyes unfocused, and she was grinding her hips against his with the quick,
determined rhythm she always used when left to her own devices. No cheating, he admonished and
reached up under her skirt to give her a playful swat on the ass. Then, because he was right there, he
swept his fingers under her thong, gratified to find her hot and damp. He took that as a green light and
ripped the thing off. Seems like you re happy.
She gasped and buried her face in his neck. Beyond happy. As long as Uncle Sam says you re fit, I
consider this my patriotic duty.
Great. Do your patriotic duty and unzip me. He got both hands under her hips and held her up
while she did the honors unzipped his pants, reached inside, wrapped her exquisite fingers around
his shaft, and pulled him out. They both looked down and watched her stroke him until he swelled to
what felt damn close to the bursting point. She used the pad of her thumb to wipe a drop of moisture
from the head of his cock and then looked up at him. Condom?
In my wallet. Back pocket, right side. My right, he added when she reached for the wrong pocket.
Got it. A second later she fished out the condom, tossed his wallet over his shoulder, and slowly
rolled the protection on while he mentally recited the Oath of Enlistment to keep from bringing things
to a premature conclusion. As soon as she had him sheathed, he got a good grip on her ass, sealed his
mouth over one straining nipple, and drove into her, hard and fast, so all she could do was tighten her
legs around his waist and clutch his shoulders while he bounced her back and forth between his body
and the wall. Hopefully the Fenwicks in 2D weren t sitting in their dining room, watching their wall
vibrate and screaming, Earthquake!
Not that he was averse to some screaming, but he wanted to hear it from a source a little closer to
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pldoc.pisz.plpdf.pisz.plkwiatpolny.htw.pl
|
|
| Cytat |
Dobre pomysły nie mają przeszłości, mają tylko przyszłość. Robert Mallet
De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
Dobroć jest ważniejsza niż mądrość, a uznanie tej prawdy to pierwszy krok do mądrości. Theodore Isaac Rubin
Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
Dla człowieka nie tylko świat otaczający jest zagadką; jest on nią sam dla siebie. I z obu tajemnic bardziej dręczącą wydaje się ta druga. Antoni Kępiński (1918-1972)
|
|
