Duty(73)

“Then fill my mouth.” I chuckle, turning onto my side and laying my head on his thigh, slurping his half-hard and growing harder cock into my mouth. It's the sexiest feeling I've ever had, the power of having him grow in my mouth while I lazily suck and lick around his head until he's fully hard, wonderfully missed and now here again. Aaron moans and adjusts again, propping his back against the headboard of the bed while I get to my knees, my stomach still easily out of the way as I swallow him deeper and deeper, until his cock is all the way in my mouth and I can feel the head probing the back of my throat.

“That feels so good,” Aaron groans, his hand going to my hair as I bob up and down on his cock. I don't know if it's an expert blowjob or not, but I pour myself into it, licking and sucking on the hard, wonderful shaft until he's trembling, and I pull on his ball sac gently, holding off his orgasm a little bit longer. I'm rewarded by a hungry growl from Aaron, who holds my head and starts to pump his cock in and out, losing control. “Lindsey . . .”

I don't think he understands my mumbled reply, 'come,' but his body understands when I reach under his ball sack and find the tender spot behind in the taint where I can massage his prostate from the outside. Aaron groans deeply and thrusts one last time, his cock erupting in shot after shot of sweet, slightly watery come that I drink eagerly. It's not as thick as I'd expected, but it's delicious, and I massage his softening cock as his eyes roll back with the sensation. When I finally let him out of my mouth, he sighs happily, pure ecstasy on his face. “I read somewhere that felt good to a man.”

Aaron sighs happily again, nodding. “Amazing. I feel bad though. I’m out of practice, and I’m going to need a few to recover.”

I laugh and stretch out, spreading my legs. “I'm sure you can think of something you'd like to do . . .”

Aaron laughs and nods, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a small bag. “Yes, but first,” he says, reaching into the bag and taking out a box, “I wanted to give this to you.”

He opens the box, and my heart catches, looking at the diamond ring inside. “I had to email Pete, who had someone check you for some excuse or another,” Aaron says, and I know exactly what he's talking about. Beanie, that devious little . . . “so I think the size is right.”

Aaron takes the ring out and takes my left hand, sliding it onto my finger, where it fits perfectly, the diamond gleaming in the mellow light of the bedroom. “So what do you think?”

“I think I'm the luckiest woman in the world,” I reply, surprised more when Aaron leans down and kisses me, his lips caressing mine as his tongue tastes me before kissing along my neck to my right ear and tracing the curve before kissing down my neck. His hair is a little long by military standards, and I run my fingers through it in pleasure as he kisses to my breast, his tongue wrapping around my nipple and tugging me into his mouth.

I sigh happily while his hand rubs my thigh, working in small circles to between my legs. His fingers softly brush over my * lips, and I can barely feel anything except tingly electricity that runs all the way down to my toes. “Mmm, yes . . .”

Aaron's fingers stroke me tenderly, gathering the wetness I'm oozing until they slide slick and free between my lips, his mouth working amazing magic on my breast the whole time. My knees spread farther, and he slides a finger deep inside me, curling until he finds my g-spot and rubs, each curling movement of his finger triggering nerves in my *.

It's been a long time for me too, so my body is on a hair trigger as well. Aaron's lips on my nipple as well as his fingers in my * light a fire deep in my chest, my orgasm building quickly, and I'm soon on the edge, ready to come. “A–Aaron . . .”

“Mmmhmm . . .?” Aaron says, his eyes finding mine even as he sucks on my nipple, and he brings the heel of his hand to my clit, grinding down on it as his finger rubs continually on my g-spot. It's too much. I can't hold back any longer, and I come, a long, groaning cry pulling from my soul and leaving my legs clamped around his finger, unable or maybe unwilling to let him go, it feels so good.

Time stretches out, and I feel pure, utter joy as Aaron's body presses into mine, the weight comforting and telling me I'm safe. My heart grows, light filling my body, and then I'm smiling, totally blissful. Aaron lets my nipple out of his mouth and pulls his hand out before turning and gathering me in his arms. “That was beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful,” I reply, hugging him close. We stay there for a long while, just cuddling and holding each other carefully before I speak again. “So is there a ring for you?”

“Yes, I was going to let you put it on,” Aaron says, letting go of our embrace to take the box my ring came in and turning it over, where I see the other side is also a ring box. “Nifty little set box they gave me for it.”

Aaron's ring is a textured gold band, with a hole in the middle where my diamond is. “Some douchebag tried to get me to get the curved band that is supposed to match perfectly with my class ring, but I told them that I'm never wearing my class ring again.” He laughs softly as I take the ring and put it on his finger, where we let the rings match each other in the light. “This Ring Knocker has knocked for the last time.”

“You’d better not be done knocking me,” I tease, kissing him. “Two kids already. I was thinking, oh . . . as many as we want?”