Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He goes to move, and I feel his hard length against my inner thigh.
“Let me.” I reach for him, but he stops me placing his hand over my wrist.
“I’m okay.”
“I want to.”
“Faith.” He sighs. “I want you to. Trust me, I want your hands on me, but I know me. I know there is no way I’m going to stop there. I need you too much right now.”
“Let me.”
He kisses me softly. “I’m okay, baby. Go clean up.” He motions toward the bathroom.
I want to fight him on this. I want to demand he let me give him what he gave me—the best night of my life. But I also know once he’s made up his mind, there is no changing it.
Besides, we’ve pushed the boundaries too far tonight already. I don’t want to risk him or our friendship because I’m greedy.
Instead, I climb out of bed, grab his shirt that he never put on that’s lying on the end of the bed, and rush to the bathroom, closing the door. I brace my hands on the counter and pull in a deep breath. Lifting my head, I look in the mirror, and I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes are bright, my body is flushed, and my heart is full and cracked at the same time.
Tonight is one I will replay over and over and over again. When I’m lying in bed alone thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and if he’s safe, tonight will help me through that. And if he gets deployed again, something I can’t stand to think about, I can remind him of this night in my letters. I can remind him that if and when he’s ready for more, that I’ll be at home waiting for him with open arms.
I might even tell him that I’m irrevocably in love with him.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Chad
I’m not quite sure how I’m wide awake on minimal sleep the last two nights, but I am. It reminds me a bit of the excitement and nervousness of being overseas. Except this time, it’s because there’s the most amazing woman next to me.
In my arms.
Faith is sleeping soundly, her tiny body curled up against me. She fits so damn perfectly. The feel of her soft skin molded to mine has kept my mind busy for hours. Especially once she threw her bare leg over the top of mine, the heat of her pussy seeping through the silky panties pressed against my thigh. Every time I close my eyes, I see her coming. It’s a vision and a sound I’m not likely to ever forget.
It’s been torture to keep my hands idle when all they want to do is reach out and caress her softness. The few hours of sleep I was able to grab did nothing to calm the storm of desire brewing inside me, so it’s been especially hard—pun intended—to just lie here and keep my hands to myself. Despite being the most content I’ve been in probably my entire life.
When the clock strikes six thirty, she stirs and reaches for me. Her hand slides down my chest and lands on my lower stomach, so very close to my throbbing erection. But I don’t move. I don’t make a sound. I just continue to count backward from one hundred, trying to will my cock into submission.
The fucker has a mind of his own though, especially with her hand… there.
The best thing for me to do is to get up and jump in the shower. I hate the thought of a jerk session in her space, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it back to the base without some sort of serious damage to my family jewels. I’m not sure they’ve ever been this swollen and blue, including during my time as a horny teenager.
Before I can slip from the bed, her hand moves again. Those delicate fingers cup my erection, palming it in the most delicious way and applying gentle pressure. A muddled groan fills the room, one laced with the mixture of pain and pleasure I feel running through my veins.
“Chad?” Her sleepy voice breaks through the sex-fueled fog in my brain.
“Morning, sunshine,” I reply, though it comes out a little gruffer than intended.
Her beautiful green eyes open and look up, meeting my gaze. I’m about to beg her to release my dick because he’s about two seconds away from exploding, but all thought flees my big brain the moment she slips her hand beneath my shorts.
Her soft skin slides along my erection. “Fuck, Faith, you have to stop.”
However, the little vixen does no such thing. “I don’t want to stop. I don’t think he wants me to stop either,” she says coyly, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving him a gentle squeeze.