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couldn’t help thinking that would be a terrible waste, but she also couldn’t stop touching him. Satisfying her need to know and taste and discover every inch of him, she made love to his body. She was enthralled by the scent of his skin, the way his breath caught and the feel of his big, rough hand on her neck. The other was on her bare back, resting beneath her linen dress, squeezing lightly. His fingers shifted suddenly whenever she touched a new spot, or did something he obviously liked.
It was so intimate, so trusting the way he allowed her the freedom of his body. Not demanding or directing, he taught her nonetheless how wonderful it felt to touch and be touched.
The thought reminded her she wanted his hands on her as well. Wanted him to taste her skin and like it. Pressing a last, lingering kiss to his shallow navel, she straightened. Deliberately she dragged the tips of her breasts along his body, loving the feel of him against her and loving the way his eyes darkened and his lids grew heavy.
As soon as her mouth was within reach, David bent to her and kissed her. He was humbled by the heated way she responded to him, opening her mouth and sucking his tongue in deep. Tasting and twirling then driving hard, their mouths were fully mated under her authority. Who was the teacher now and who the student? Who the CO and who the raw recruit? He no longer knew and it no longer mattered. All that mattered was that they were equal in this. Lovers. Sharing and giving freely and he wrapped his arms around her and drew her body tight against his. Loving the feel of every inch of her, pressed against him so intimately, feeling the heat, the hunger shiver through her when he stroked her tongue with his. He drew the strap of her dress down and smoothed his rough hands across the silky perfection of her skin.
She wasn’t wearing her dog tags. He’d spotted that as soon as they’d rendezvoused that morning outside of the base. It was a blatant violation. But then so was everything else they were doing. He knew she’d be carrying them, likely in that straw bag of hers. It had been a good idea. The folks in town, they would have spotted them immediately, given that she was wearing that sweet, fitted sundress with the square neck. They would have asked what she did, what her rank was. He hadn’t wanted to expose her to their assumptions and gossip. They’d forgive him anything. But they’d have...expectations for his lover. She was the only woman he’d brought home. He’d brought her home because he wanted her for his wife, for his home to be hers and he didn’t want their first impression of her to be tainted.
Then David deliberately cleared his head of those thoughts. He remembered that he’d promised her naked. And naked they would have.
Easing his body away from hers, David let her dress slip down her body. Controlling its fall with his hands, he revealed her body slowly, enjoying the sight of each inch of her flesh as it came into view. The smooth plain of her chest rose and fell quickly. His fingers traced tanned skin, supple and stretched across the delicate rise of her muscles. She was strong, his Samantha. He’d known it already and now the evidence of it was in front of him. It was in the cut of her shoulders, the outer edges of her pectorals, just visible before they disappeared beneath the slope of her breasts. Yet her body was small and delicate, even fragile compared to his, and a thousand times more beautiful.
He lowered the dress further, revealing the satin-covered swell of her breasts. Her underwear was creamy white and he liked that. Liked the appropriateness of it. Touching the plump, outer curve of one breast, he let the dress drop even further. Her rib cage was revealed, firm, soft and utterly feminine. The taut slope of her belly, the jut of a hip bone. Then he couldn’t make himself hold out any longer and he let the dress drop to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he kissed her firm,
It was so intimate, so trusting the way he allowed her the freedom of his body. Not demanding or directing, he taught her nonetheless how wonderful it felt to touch and be touched.
The thought reminded her she wanted his hands on her as well. Wanted him to taste her skin and like it. Pressing a last, lingering kiss to his shallow navel, she straightened. Deliberately she dragged the tips of her breasts along his body, loving the feel of him against her and loving the way his eyes darkened and his lids grew heavy.
As soon as her mouth was within reach, David bent to her and kissed her. He was humbled by the heated way she responded to him, opening her mouth and sucking his tongue in deep. Tasting and twirling then driving hard, their mouths were fully mated under her authority. Who was the teacher now and who the student? Who the CO and who the raw recruit? He no longer knew and it no longer mattered. All that mattered was that they were equal in this. Lovers. Sharing and giving freely and he wrapped his arms around her and drew her body tight against his. Loving the feel of every inch of her, pressed against him so intimately, feeling the heat, the hunger shiver through her when he stroked her tongue with his. He drew the strap of her dress down and smoothed his rough hands across the silky perfection of her skin.
She wasn’t wearing her dog tags. He’d spotted that as soon as they’d rendezvoused that morning outside of the base. It was a blatant violation. But then so was everything else they were doing. He knew she’d be carrying them, likely in that straw bag of hers. It had been a good idea. The folks in town, they would have spotted them immediately, given that she was wearing that sweet, fitted sundress with the square neck. They would have asked what she did, what her rank was. He hadn’t wanted to expose her to their assumptions and gossip. They’d forgive him anything. But they’d have...expectations for his lover. She was the only woman he’d brought home. He’d brought her home because he wanted her for his wife, for his home to be hers and he didn’t want their first impression of her to be tainted.
Then David deliberately cleared his head of those thoughts. He remembered that he’d promised her naked. And naked they would have.
Easing his body away from hers, David let her dress slip down her body. Controlling its fall with his hands, he revealed her body slowly, enjoying the sight of each inch of her flesh as it came into view. The smooth plain of her chest rose and fell quickly. His fingers traced tanned skin, supple and stretched across the delicate rise of her muscles. She was strong, his Samantha. He’d known it already and now the evidence of it was in front of him. It was in the cut of her shoulders, the outer edges of her pectorals, just visible before they disappeared beneath the slope of her breasts. Yet her body was small and delicate, even fragile compared to his, and a thousand times more beautiful.
He lowered the dress further, revealing the satin-covered swell of her breasts. Her underwear was creamy white and he liked that. Liked the appropriateness of it. Touching the plump, outer curve of one breast, he let the dress drop even further. Her rib cage was revealed, firm, soft and utterly feminine. The taut slope of her belly, the jut of a hip bone. Then he couldn’t make himself hold out any longer and he let the dress drop to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he kissed her firm,
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