Soldier's Women (7 page)

Later that night, Nigel awoke to find himself alone on the couch. The little
minx! She had left him! He got up and went to her bedroom in search of her. Sure
enough, he spotted her lying in the middle of her bed in nothing but an old
t-shirt, looking sexy as hell. He supposed it would have made him feel better if
he’d only caught her up taking a shower instead of having discovered that she
had snuck off the couch and had purposefully not woken him up. Oddly enough, he
felt a little abandoned. But, it had only been the first time they’d had sex. He
couldn’t expect her to want to snuggle with a man she hardly knew, but he would
have to remedy the situation. He would have to fuck her senseless. Fuck her
until she couldn’t deny that she wanted him and only him, the father of her
child. They were meant to be together. She was just going to have to accept
that.

He climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of her, careful not to wake
her.

She was so beautiful, lying there sleeping, her lips slightly apart, her
beautiful breasts rising and falling. He caressed her cheek, amazed that he
could be so lucky to have the perfect mother for his children. He’d finally
found someone, someone to spend his life with. He’d finally found the one.

Now, if only he could convince her of that.

Warmth stirred in Sera’s belly, and she awoke to Nigel’s caresses.

He moved closer, bending down to brush his lips against hers in a feather
light touch.

Closing her eyes, she met his kiss readily, opening her mouth to him in
invitation.

The touch of his lips against hers as he thrust his tongue into her mouth was
possessive.

She felt warmth unfold into molten heat as he crushed his body against hers
and he deepened the kiss, plundering her mouth in a thorough, leisurely manner
that set her blood coursing through her faster and faster. Sighing with pleasure
against his lips, she let her hands run through his thick dark hair.

He pulled her t-shirt off and then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her
pussy up and toward him, rubbing his erection against it.

She moved back and forth against his throbbing cock, rubbing her naked
breasts against his chest. She felt her desire mount as her sensitive nipples
brushed against his chest over and over again.

His gaze was as heated with desire as hers, filled with anticipation.

Rolling him off of her, she got on top of him and began an exploration of his
beautifully sculpted body, moving her way down from his neck and across his
chest with her kisses and nibbles until she reached his lower abdomen. She
settled on her knees and took his thick hard cock into her hands, teasing the
tip by swirling her tongue around it and sucking on it as if it was the sweetest
treat she’d ever had.

A deep guttural sound of pleasure escaped his lips as he reached for her,
spearing his fingers into her hair and cupping the base of her skull as she
stroked and sucked him, traced the sensitive ridge around the head of his cock
with her tongue.

The sudden urge came over her to make him cum with just her mouth. The idea
aroused her more even more than she already was, and she began to stroke the
thick flesh of his cock more fervently with her mouth and hands, sucking
feverishly each time she thrust him deeply into her mouth. She caressed his
balls also, alternating between stroking his cock and his balls. When she moved
down to suck his balls into her mouth, he shook with pleasure, his restless
hands stroking her flesh. His breath came in short, harsh bursts as his own
desires escalated.

He broke away from her abruptly and pulled her to her feet

She was disappointed at first, but only briefly.

As he pulled her upward, he pressed her firmly into the bed and kissed her
with a fierce hunger, running his hands all over her body with feverish need.

Weak with the weight of her own needs, all she could do anymore was stroke
her hands over his muscular body encouragingly as he worshipped her body with
his hands and mouth, paying specific attention to every inch as to leave none of
her wanting for attention.

When he’d teased her until she felt as if she would cum without him ever
having entered her at all, she gasped breathlessly, “Now. I need you inside of
me.”

He ignored her plea as he moved from her breasts to her belly and then lower,
nibbling along the sensitive inside of first one thigh and then the other. She
knew where he was going and struggled against it. Yes, she wanted to feel his
hot mouth on her pussy, but at the same time she was so close to climax she
didn’t want to give up the chance to cum with him deeply inside of her.

He didn’t give her a choice in the matter, though. He shoved her thighs apart
and covered the lips of her pussy with his mouth, parting the folds with his
tongue. He dragged it along her cleft until she thought she would loose all
control. Pleasurable tremors went through her when he found her clit at last and
began to suck it, lathed it with the tip of his tongue until she thought she
would surely beg him for more.

She arched against him, writhed beneath him with the fires burning her up
from the inside out, gasping for breath. Her body had become so tight with need
until she ached all over. From one second to the next she struggled to keep at
bay the release she could feel growing and struggled toward it. She wanted it,
needed it. She wanted him inside of her more, all of him.

He ceased abruptly, shifting over her to thrust his cock into her opening
with a feverish haste that spoke of his own imminent release.

She moaned as she felt him ram his engorged flesh inside of her, pushing her
over the edge almost the minute he filled her completely. She dug her nails into
his arms as the first shock wave hit her, screaming in rapture.

He ground his teeth together as he struggled for control, consumed with
tremors as he sought the pace and rhythm he needed for his own completion. A
groan that sounded half torture, half pleasure escaped him. He shuddered as he
drove deeply inside of her.

She felt his cock jerk inside of her with the spasms of his release.

Pleasure filled her as her own climax reached its zenith and began to dispel
in warm shimmery waves of repletion. She clung to him as the tension abandoned
her body along with her strength, gasping for breath.

She felt the tension go out of him, felt him begin to weigh more and more
heavily against her.

Finally, he moved off of her and took in a deep, shuddering breath.

Deprived abruptly of his heat and closeness, she rolled toward him to drape
herself limply across him.

She tilted her head back and looked up at him.

He met her gaze.

“Woman, if you had any idea what you do to me ….”

A knot of emotion forced her throat closed at the look in his eyes.

“What?” she asked a little breathlessly, needing to hear more.

He grasped her hand, carrying it to the front of his erection, curling her
fingers around his around it, and guiding her hand to stroke him for several
moments.

“So this is what I do to you? Here I thought it was something more serious,”
she said teasingly, closing her eyes in a slumberous bliss.

His gaze remained serious. “It is … every time I look at you, get close to
you, inhale that sweet scent that’s all your own, or hear the sound of your
beautiful voice.”

He craned his head toward her slowly, snaring her lower lip in his mouth, he
sucked at it playfully. “No woman has ever taken the toll on my heart the way
you have,” he murmured, pausing to nip at her upper lip. “I’m quite sure no
other woman ever will.”

He kissed her lips almost teasingly, alternately brushing his lips along hers
and then plucking at them with his teeth. He lifted his head slightly after a
moment to look down at her.

Sensing that he was watching her, she opened her eyes with monumental effort
and looked back at him.

He took her hand and guided it to his cock.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock as it began to thrum with
renewed vigor, exploring it from root to tip.

His eyes slid closed, his brow furrowing.

She watched his face, fascinated by the play of emotions on it as she stroked
him, reaching down after a bit to cup and cradle his balls in her other hand as
she had before.

His breath caught in his throat.

“Baby, that feels so good,” he murmured in a darkly husky whisper that only
served to increase the arousal burgeoning to life inside of her, causing a
cascade of goose bumps to heighten her awareness of every inch where their
bodies touched.

Placing a finger beneath her chin, he nudged it upward and caught her lips in
a kiss that set off a conflagration within.

It wasn’t a tentative kiss but one full of passion and hunger. He opened his
mouth over hers and plunged his tongue past the delicate barrier of her lips, in
one movement laying claim to the heated pool of her mouth.

His scent filled her like a mind altering drug as he raked his tongue along
hers, producing both an instant euphoria and a weakening of every muscle in her
body at the simultaneously.

She sucked greedily at his tongue, desperate for more of the taste of him.

A shudder coursed through his big body that served to excite her even more.
Grabbing one thigh to move it out of his way, he slid on top of her and wedged
his narrow hips between her thighs.

The brush of his cock against the lips of her pussy as he rocked his hips
added another stimulating facet to the sensations pelting her—the hard, silk
sheathed root of his manhood, the tickle of the hair that surrounded it, and the
press of his bare belly and chest against hers.

Lifting her arms, she explored his back with her palms and fingertips,
enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the hard muscles beneath it. His weight
felt good against her, right in a way she didn’t take the time to explore. She
didn’t want to think about anything except the way he made her feel and the
comfort and excitement she derived from his just having him near. The fervor of
his touch made her feel wanted, desired, needed. The solid strength of his large
frame made her feel feminine and desirable and protected all at the same
time.

Wanting every inch of contact she could get her hands on, she curled one leg
around his narrow hips and stroked her foot along his long legs.

She didn’t know if it was his nimble touch and practiced kisses or something
more fundamental to him—an unexpected chemical reaction between the two of
them—but the only doubt that flickered through her mind at the moment was
whether she could stand to wait any longer for the deep connection with Nigel
that her body yearned for. She spread her thighs wider to accommodate him at the
thought, rubbing against his sex with her own, arching against him in
encouragement.

He ignored the bait, breaking their kiss to explore her body further. The
pull of his mouth on her nipple nearly took her breath away, stroked the fire
inside of her higher and higher until she was tossing beneath him restlessly,
gasping for breath, too weak with desperation and need for rational thought of
any kind.

He guided the head of his cock into the mouth of her sex.

Her focus shifted abruptly to the feel of his thick flesh entering her,
spreading her in a way that made her yearn sharply for more. She curled her hips
eagerly to receive, braced herself to counter his thrust and hold herself still
until he’d thrust deeply, withdrew and thrust again.

Her heart felt as if it had leapt into her throat to throttle her. She
stroked his silky hair. “Nigel, it’s amazing,” she whispered.

A tremor coursed through him. He pushed himself up on one elbow to look at
her, moving shallowly in and out along her channel, titillating her with each
stroke that barely grazed her g-spot.

She opened her eyes to look at him, and the expression on his face halted the
air in her lungs.

Maintaining his hold on her gaze, he curled his hips, slowly pressing deeper
until she could feel him rubbing his belly against hers, could feel the tip of
his cock pressing against her womb. He lowered his upper body, resting his
weight on his elbows, and slipped his arms beneath her shoulders.

“It’s so much more than that,” he said in a voice gone suddenly hoarse with
emotion, lowering his head to meet her lips once more as he slowly pulled out of
her sex and then set a pace that he mirrored with the thrust of his tongue.

Heat radiated all over her. She adhered tightly to him, opening herself
merely to receive initially, to wallow in the exquisite feel of his penetration,
of the deep connection that made her ache for completion. The moment came when
she couldn’t remain immobile any longer, when she felt her body sprinting toward
fruition and demanding her to move with him.

Panting for breath when he broke the kiss, he tunneled his face against her
neck. She countered his nearly possessed thrusts with the same desperation
until, abruptly, the tension seized her body, making her arch against him,
dragging a sharp cry from her lips.

He bit down on her shoulder in that same moment. The sharp pain, rather than
diverting her attention, sent her soaring over the precipice she’d been
teetering on in hard spasms that made her feel as if she was exploding into a
million pieces. She writhed against him discordantly, too mindless to maintain
any sort of rhythm. He lifted his head, ground his teeth together, and then
uttered a primal roar of pleasure as his body claimed hers, convulsed with her,
yielding up his seed to bathe her womb.

The next morning Sera woke up and felt like she had a lead weight on her
chest. She looked down at her body to realize that Nigel had an arm thrown
possessively across her. The events of the night before came rushing back to
her, flooding her cheeks with color. They’d had fantastic sex, but what would
the morning bring? Would he pass it off as nothing but assuaging each other’s
needs? Or would he now want more? She had already told him she didn’t want a man
in her life.