Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Especially when she finally moved her hand away from my leather belt to cover my cock.
It was then that I cursed these stupid, stiff pants again.
The pants weren’t only fire retardant, they were also thick to help protect us in case of a scuffle or a foot pursuit through the woods. They were the most goddamn awful things I’d ever put on.
I couldn’t even feel the heat of her palm as she cupped me.
It didn’t matter, though.
I could imagine what it felt like.
“Take my cock out,” I pleaded.
I needed her hands on me like I needed oxygen in my lungs. I was sure if she didn’t give me what I wanted, I’d pass out like a little bitch right there in the grass. That, or I’d go home and cry into my Cheerios.
Either way, I needed it.
Bad. And tears would be in my future if I didn’t get it.
She hesitated only slightly, but then skimmed her thumb up, pushing it under the flap of fabric covering my zipper, until she came to the zipper pull.
With deliberate slowness, she slid it down one damn notch at a time.
My breathing was labored, and my hands were curled into such tight fists by her head that I’d lost feeling in them a long time ago.
Despite the loss of feeling, I left them where they were.
And the longer she took, the harder I throbbed.
By the time the gap of my pants was open as far as it could accommodate, I was nearly swaying from side to side in anticipation.
I hadn’t had sex in a long time.
Since Rosie.
It had been right after I was first deployed.
I’d had one family emergency that I’d had to come home to, and she’d been visiting her own family at the time.
I’d seen her at the goddamn grocery store and seeing her so fucking at ease had really pissed me off.
I’d followed her home, ready to give her a piece of my mind, and it’d only ended up with me fucking the shit out of her and leaving just as quickly as I’d come. I’d been disgusted with myself, but I blamed it on the fact that my father had been in the hospital for smoke inhalation and a possible heart attack. My state of mind wasn’t in the best place, and then I’d gone and fucked up my head more by trying to figure out what I ever saw in her.
But now, with June? I realized exactly what I’d always missed with Rosie.
Love.
I hadn’t had any idea what that had been then, but I sure the fuck did now.
It’d been less than a month of knowing her, but I didn’t know how I’d ever lived life before her.
She was in my every waking thought, and she never strayed far from my mind.
I wondered what she was doing constantly, and how she slept the night before.
My fingers itched to hold her, and I wondered if she would miss me if I were gone.
I fucking loved her.
Oh, holy shit.
The revelation made me take a step back. Made me realize that we shouldn’t be doing this here.
But before I could get so much as a step backward, she finally got the courage to put her hand in my pants.
The moment her tiny hand, smooth and slightly cold, touched my cock? Yeah…I was a goner.
Mr. Good Intentions was gone. In his place was Mr. Get You Some.
My breath left me in a rush, and my hips jerked involuntarily as her thumb swept over the head of my cock. There was no doubt at all that she didn’t feel how much I needed her. On top of the iron bar impression my dick was currently performing, pre-come was leaking from me in a steady rush.
“Johnny?”
I wished I could see her face.
“Yeah?” I rasped, moving closer so that my elbows were once again collapsed beside her head. Hands still in a tight fist by her ears.
“I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
I growled low in my throat. “Let me tell you something, honey.”
“Yeah?” she whispered.
I leaned down until my breath tickled her ear. “It’s gonna fit, mostly because we’ll make it fit.”
She shivered.
“Why aren’t you touching me?” she asked, her lips rubbing against my neck as she spoke.
I licked my dry lips before I replied.
“I don’t want to scare you,” I admitted. “I don’t want to freak you out by holding on when you’d rather be let go. I want you to touch me without worrying about me touching you.”
She hummed in the back of her throat. “How will you fuck me against this wall if you can’t touch me?”
I didn’t have an answer to that, because as much as I wanted to do that, I couldn’t.
“We can’t…”
Before I could continue to explain why we couldn’t, she dropped down to her knees, and I felt her search for my cock in the darkness. Then it was in her mouth, and I found it hard to breathe.