Duty(48)

“There’s always round two,” I tease him, running my hands over his chest and sliding onto the bed, looking at him while I take his cock in my hand.

I lean down, licking the tip of his cock, and he gasps a sigh of pleasure. I swallow him slowly, remembering the feeling.

I taste Aaron's precum, and I lick it up happily, smiling as I take him out of my mouth. “I changed my mind. I want you inside me.”

I know I should’ve learned my lesson. I should be insisting on a condom right now. While I know Aaron’s a great man and I don’t regret having his child for a second, the last thing we need right now is for me to end up pregnant again. But I’m too caught up in my desire to think straight. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years.

Climbing up Aaron's body, I take his cock and position it at the entrance to my *, quivering with want and need. I sink down, my * stretching, but I don't stop, needing him all the way inside me. There's an instant of pain right at the end, but then I feel my thighs touch his, and I let my eyes open. I slide slowly at first, letting his cock ease in and out in wonderful gentle waves, both of us relaxing in the connection, the feeling of our rift healing.

Why did I fight this? Why did I let something as stupid as the Army get between us, between this? I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore. Leaning down, I devour his mouth, both of us humming as his cock slides in and out while I lift my hips slowly. I caress his lips with my tongue and smile. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Aaron whispers, reaching down and cupping my ass. “You always have been.”

“Mmm, you keep your hands there, and I'm going to be coming again soon,” I hum, sighing in pleasure as he starts kneading me. “You always have liked my ass.”

“You have no idea,” Aaron tells me, and I giggle when he holds me tight, turning me carefully on the bed so that I'm underneath him, his cock still buried deep inside me. He pulls back and thrusts, both of us groaning into each other's mouth while we taste each other, our tongues slipping over each other.

Aaron sits back, lifting my hips slightly as he starts thrusting, his cock rubbing over my g-spot with every stroke, and I'm lost in the waves of warm heat that fill me.

Aaron's cock is wonderful, and when he reaches up to massage my breasts, my * floods with more wetness, the warmth in my belly turning into a raging fire. I wrap my legs around Aaron and pull him in tighter on top of me, his mouth finding my neck again and sucking hard as he starts thrusting faster, pounding into me.

Our bodies move as one, his thrusts faster and harder just when I need them. Suddenly, thunder rumbles outside, and both of us pause for just a moment before turning and looking each other in the eyes. The storm is just the world trying to copy the power of the need inside us, pushing us on at the same time. With renewed passion and power, Aaron thrusts again and again, the thunder outside rumbling almost in time with his thrusts.

Lighting cracks the sky nearby, and it's a pistol shot, turning both of us frantic with need and want. His cock hammers me as I kiss and suck on his neck and shoulder, feeling him swell inside me. I'm on the edge, and when a tremendous bolt tears open the sky above our heads, so close that the entire bedroom is outlined in electric purplish white, I'm coming, gasping and crying out as Aaron groans deeply and fills me, his come hot and completing, making me his again. Forever.

When we can breathe again, I listen carefully to see if Lance woke up, but the house is silent, so silent that I'm worried. “I don't hear anything.”

“Power's out,” Aaron hums, holding me close. “Should we go check on Lance?”

“Let's get dressed, but . . . but can we just stay the night?” I whisper. “Is there room for me on the couch?”

“Always. But for Lance's sake, as much as I regret it, we may have to sleep alone,” Arron says, easing out of me. We both sigh, then laugh lightly as we seem to be in perfect synch. “Come on, let me get you your things.”

Aaron's a barely visible god as he gathers my things in the light that's filtering through the window, and I'm reminded of the nights under the moonlight at West Point. Aaron brings me my things, and I make a quick visit to the bathroom to wash.

We walk back to the living room hand-in-hand, and when we reach the living room, Aaron lets go to go to the kitchen, where he comes back a moment later with a lantern flashlight. “First time the power went out here. All I have is my TA-50 flashlight,” he says, setting the little lamp down. “So I bought this. Not much, but it only needs a single triple A to run. How's Lance?”

“Out like the power.” I chuckle, going over to Aaron and wrapping my arms around him.

We sit down on the couch, and I snuggle against his chest. I can just hear his heartbeat in my right ear, and I'm comforted, safe and happy when he wraps his arms around me. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

“What?” Aaron says, both of us keeping our voices low. It's not that we're worried about waking Lance. He's sleeping through a thunderstorm, after all, but just that there's no need to raise our voices. Not right now.

“The whole time, were you really celibate?”

Aaron chuckles and nods. “Yes. A few times I tried, especially when I was at the Academy, but every time I got to that big tipping point, I couldn’t.”