He plunged two fingers inside her and curled his fingers behind her clitoris. His whole mouth covered it, stroking it with the flat of his tongue.
Her breath became audible, and then she gasped his name as she contracted around his fingers. He didn’t wait for her spasms to recede, he moved her back around so she was sitting at the edge of the dresser and just took her. No tentative pushes, no gentle strokes, just one thrust that blasted through his brain with stars and heat.
God, he needed to be farther inside her. He picked her up and laid her across on the bed, holding her legs open for him. He thrust, hard, his balls slapping against her. She moaned and raised her butt, giving him those all-important millimeters of access.
Everything in him tightened. Molly grabbed her breasts and, with her thumb and forefinger, pinched her nipples, her eyes on his. That was it. While hot heat pulsed from his lower back all the way up his spine to his head as he came. Fuck, yeah.
“You’re amazing,” she said, pulling herself up on her elbows. He felt her deliberately squeeze his dick. He eased out of her, by habit grabbing his dick to keep the condom on. Except…no condom. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. Not even once. He’d never had sex without a condom. That was one thing that was beaten into them at bootcamp.
“Molly. I didn’t use a condom. Are you…?”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. And I swear I’ve been celibate since I met you. You bastard.” She shifted on the bed and laid her head on the pillow.
Relief…didn’t flow through him. What was wrong with him? He climbed on the bed and lay next to her, pulling a sheet over both of them. “Why am I a bastard again? I mean, you’re probably right, but why?”
“After I left Iraq, I looked for you everywhere. I don’t mean I looked for you online, or tried to find out where you live…I mean, you said you’d come find me, and I trusted that you would. I expected to find you on my doorstep every time I came home. When I wasn’t at home, I thought I saw you a hundred times. But it was never you. You ruined my whole year.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes drooped closed. “That’s why you’re a bastard.”
Her breathing changed almost immediately, and she was asleep faster than a cat. He didn’t even get the opportunity to apologize, or explain, or revel in the fact that she’d been saving herself for him to show up. That he’d wasted a year. He imagined for a moment what that year could have looked like. Sharing a bed, a home, a life. His last thought was of him and Molly on a sofa, just watching television. So mundane.
So fucking amazing.
CHAPTER NINE
She woke as the light came in through the window they’d left uncovered. She smiled as she remembered the sex last night. He blew her mind. She visualized for a second that someone had been watching him go down on her. Heat pooled between her legs again. What was wrong with her?
They were in trouble unless something happened, but all she could think about was David and his talented tongue, dick, and fingers. If she were going to prison, she’d at least have a lot of great memories to pull from while serving time.
David turned over, grabbing her and spooning her from behind. She moved, allowing him to get comfortable, and then settled back against him. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and her whole body was held against his.
He released the tightness around her waist and twisted his arm slightly, just so that it brushed her nipples. They sprang to life almost immediately. Was he even awake? His breathing was deep and steady. He had to still be asleep. He rolled his arm against her nipples again, causing her to bite back a whimper. He said nothing, but gently moved his hand so he could stroke the top of her breast, all the way to her nipple and back again.
She was torn. Should she stay still and let him drive her crazy in his freaking sleep, or wake him up?
He gently touched her again, and she strained for more contact. Her breasts felt flushed, and she was almost tempted to touch them herself. He seemed to love watching that yesterday.
Instead his fingers trailed down her belly, caressing the slight curve of her. He must be asleep. His touch was so lazy, so gentle. So unlike him. She moved a tiny bit, so that if his sleeping self wanted to go further he could. How brazen was she being, anyway?
His fingers slid down the top of her thigh, gently making patterns that were driving her crazy. He shifted against her so that she was almost lying on her stomach, her upper leg now bent to stop her rolling completely on her front. Please. Touch me. She could feel her own wetness without even touching herself.
He stroked her ass cheek, over and over until she wanted to scream.
Just when she couldn’t take any more, he dipped his fingers, so lightly, first lightly circling her ass, then the side of her thighs, back to her ass, so lightly touching that she wondered if she was imagining it.
But no. He trailed down her leg, and when he brought his fingers up again, they stroked her outer lips, before delving farther in with his return stroke. He hesitated and felt her wetness again. A groan rumbled through his body, but he did nothing except play in the wetness, making her crazy. Then he used three fingers to lubricate her clit. She was so excited she was going to come any fucking moment.
Just when she thought he was going to let her come, his fingers pressed back to her ass, pushing gently for admittance. But just when she thought this was going to take a whole other turn, he went back to her clit. Circling it first with his wet fingers, he then used two fingers to play. He rubbed directly on it first, then slightly to one side, which brought a whole new sensation pulsing through her body, then he just used one finger. Lightly playing over it, until she felt herself rocking against his hand, teetering on the precipice before tumbling over in a wave of pleasure, heat, and wantonness.
As her orgasm subsided, she turned. His eyes were fully open, not even sleepy looking. “You were awake this whole time?” she asked.
“You think I do this kind of thing in my sleep? Not too wise when I spent nearly all my formative years sleeping in dorms with other guys.”
She laughed. When he put it like that…
“Well you never know,” she said. “You might have got this.”
She sprang up, sliding on top of him, straddling his thighs and pressing her still-wet clitoris against his hard dick lying flat against his stomach. He jumped. But not as much as when she slid his whole dick inside her.
She sat up, and raised and lowered herself on him. He clamped his teeth together breathing in tightly. “Jesus.”
She slipped a pillow under his head so he could see better, because she wanted him to see her. She wanted to be sure that if he left her, then he would have a lot of memories to torture himself with.
She leaned right back so he could see his dick disappearing inside her. With one hand she braced herself, and with the other she reached behind her and squeezed his balls. He groaned, and pumped faster inside her, gaze firmly at the place they were joined. Just when she thought he was going to come, she sat up and touched the base of his dick as it was thrusting into her.
He gripped her thighs as he came, shuddering into her, eyes closed. She was never going to forget him, that was for sure.
He wrapped his arm around her and brought her head to his chest. His heart was still racing. They lay there for a while—long enough for Molly to wonder what he was thinking about. Long enough to remember what they were running from, what had happened last night.
“My God. Someone tried to kill us last night,” she said.
“But they didn’t,” David said. “And we’ve definitely done enough here to prove to ourselves that we’re still alive, don’t you think?”