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30 Nathan

I reminded myself to take it slow, that traveling the road to burying myself as deeply as I could in the center of her body was half the fun.

But the way she stared at me, her eyes looked like glittering blue diamonds. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands… oh shit, her hands were curious.

“Take it off,” Honor rasped, tugging at my shirt.

I didn’t look to see where it landed when I tossed it away from us. The bedroom was very dim. The light that filtered down the hallway spilled inside to give me just enough illumination to see every curve of her lithe body.

Honor’s eager mouth fastened on my nipple, and I knotted my fingers into her hair, holding her closer, urging her to suck a little bit deeper. She did, and I groaned as my erection strained against the zipper of my jeans.

“I like this,” she said, kissing down my USMC tattoo, tracing the letters with her lips and then nipping at the skin as she worked her way across my abs.

I’d had sex with many women, but this was the first time I’d ever been so far gone and still wearing my pants. Honor plunged her tongue in my belly button as her hand reached for the button on my jeans. She fumbled with it at first, but then it gave way and she didn’t wait a single second before dipping her fingers into the waistband.

The second her touch brushed over the straining tip of my penis, I growled and my hips bucked up off the bed. Honor crawled down a little and used both hands to glide down the zipper and open my pants completely. I sprang out like an eager jack-in-the-box, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“No underwear?”

I felt myself smile. “The boys like to breathe.”

She didn’t touch me, which about drove me insane. I wanted her mouth and her hands all over my body, but I stayed patient as she worked the jeans down over my hips and then around my ankles. I helped her out by kicking the pants off the end of the bed.

Both of us were completely naked.

Honor’s gaze fastened back on my throbbing cock and, as if fascinated by it, she wrapped both hands around the base. I groaned as one of her palms slid down to cup my balls. She kneaded them softly, rolling them around, causing them to shrink up and become tight with freaking want.

Using her nails, she scraped down the inside of my thighs, and I parted my legs just a little bit more because I wanted her to have all the access she desired.

My eyes rolled back in my head when her mouth closed over me and slid down. She deep throated me, all the way down, until I could feel my head brush against the back of her throat. I pulsed inside her, so completely turned on that black spots swam before my eyes.

She sucked me so deeply and so thoroughly that I forgot where I ended and she began. Occasionally, she would pull all the way back and wrap her lips around that ultra-sensitive ring at the top of my erection.

I would jerk and quiver, my entire body would stiffen with release, but then she would pull back, just enough to bring me back from the edge. I pushed up on one elbow, my eyes narrowed into fine slits, and watched the way she licked at me. It was like she couldn’t get enough.

“Baby,” I called, my voice hoarse and guttural. She glanced up, dragging her tongue right over the tip where a small bead of pre-cum had formed. “Fuck.” It was a curse and a prayer. “Come up here before you kill me.” I encircled her elbow with my hand and gently guided her so she straddled my lap.

The slick moisture of her core slid over my stomach and I growled.

She was all I could see. I had tunnel vision. I had selective sight. The only thing in this entire world was her. Her tight little body sat atop me like I was some crazed stallion and she was in complete control.

I fucking loved it.

I grabbed her hips and rocked her center against me. She moaned and went to topple over. I held her up, reaching between us and stroking my finger into her center. “I need my jeans,” I told her.

She slid off me and stumbled around the end of the bed. My jeans came flying up and would have smacked me in the head had I not caught them. I chuckled as I yanked out the foil packs in the back pocket and the tossed aside the clothes.

Honor stared at the packets in my hand and then crawled up onto the bed, making her way up my body until she was straddling my legs.

I used my teeth to rip open the packet and she watched as I deftly rolled it on, so totally ready for her I was afraid I would explode the minute her heat wrapped around me.

To my surprise, she started to climb off me, to lie on her back. I caught her. “Come back here,” I whispered and then positioned her back on top. “You get to drive.” I didn’t want to put her beneath me, not now, not after everything she’d been through. I wanted her to feel safe and in control.

Her eyes flashed down to mine and a little smile curved her lips.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, reaching down to pinch one of my nipples.

“I plan to be a very vocal and naughty backseat driver.”

Honor positioned herself over me and held my eyes as she began to slide down. It was the single most thrilling experience I’d ever known.

About halfway down, she paused, panting a little, her eyes wide. I noted the set of her shoulders and the fact she wasn’t quite as boneless as she was before.

“It’s been a while,” she said by way of explanation. “And there is nothing about you that’s small.”

“Define a while,” I growled, hating the idea of any other man touching what was mine.

“Over a year.”

The possessive animal in me liked that answer. A lot.

One of my hands reached up and cupped her breast, weighing it in my palm and caressing the tight nipple, and my other hand slid between us and began caressing the sweet spot in her center. She moaned and looked at me.

I smiled and then pulled my fingers away and delved it inside her alongside my penis.

“Oh,” she said breathlessly as she swiveled around.

I pulled my hand away and gripped the sides of her hips, not asking her to do anything but stay where she was. But she was ready for more.

Inch by delicious inch, her body accepted me. She was so incredibly tight that every single flex, every single contraction her body made reverberated right into my bones. My body actually trembled with the lust sweeping through my bloodstream.

And then her hips hit mine.

Her body completely took me in and I was buried so deep within her that I swear I could feel her heartbeat. Ever so slowly, she began to rock. Back and forth… back and forth. It was agonizingly slow and tauntingly passionate.

“Nathan,” she murmured, leaning over so our chests were plastered together. She took my lips in a gentle kiss and I seized her hips and reared up, hitting against her inner wall.

That single movement seemed to flip a switch inside her and she began to move. She rode me like I was a wild mustang and she was the only one who could tame me. Her hips grinded against me so hard that I began to sweat. Tension coiled in my gut, like an angry snake ready to strike. I knew my orgasm was going to destroy me… and I was going to love it.

Frantically, we moved against each other, the pace picking up with each stroke. Finally, Honor made a desperate noise and bore down on me. I grasped her hips to keep her from moving, and I sat up, clutching her around the waist. Her arms and legs wound around my back and she buried her face in the hollow of my neck.

I knew I needed to slow down. Her ribs were in no condition for this kind of activity. I gentled my hold around her waist and started to lower back down onto the mattress.

Honor tightened her arms and legs around me, lifting her head to pin me with a pleading stare. “Don’t stop.”

“Your ribs…”

“I don’t care about my ribs.” She pulled me closer and I went because the feel of her grinding against my lap was just way too much to resist.

We moved together, the lower halves of our bodies grinding in perfect rhythm until the friction was almost too much to bear.

“Nathan,” she cried, her voice strained and pulled taut.

With one last thrust, I started pulsing inside her and then she toppled over the edge. Honor moaned and sank her teeth into my shoulder. A great shout ripped from the back of my throat as my release went on and on and on.

I hugged her close, trying not to crush her ribs but unable to gentle my hold. I couldn’t let her go. She was mine.

I was keeping her.

An hour could have passed; I had no concept of time. When our hearts finally returned to normal and I felt like I could breathe, I peeled her off my chest and looked into her flushed and relaxed face.

“I’m so glad I didn’t die that night,” I whispered, the words ripping out of me from someplace so incredibly deep. They were painful to say, but in that pain there was joy. Joy that I was finally learning to feel something other than guilt about being alive.

She made a soft sound and her eyes turned into liquid pools. Her hands cupped my face and she rested her forehead against mine. “Thank you for coming home. I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

She reached between us and picked up the dog tags I always wore but seldom ever noticed. I’d been wearing them for so long it was like they were just another part of my body.

I watched as she brought the twin silver tags up to her lips and press a kiss to each one. She replaced the tags against my chest and then cupped my face once more, this time to kiss my lips and tilt my head down so she could kiss the edge of the scar on my cheek.

Something inside me cracked.

The wall of isolation and despair that I so painstakingly built around my heart fractured and completely tumbled away.