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stung her eyes. This is a man I could love. She couldn’t have this man or any man like him. Rebecca knew that. But she could enjoy this moment, this one night with Major.
“Show me,” she whispered again.
Major took a deep breath, his chest expanding. He slid his hands from beneath hers and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. Rebecca kept her eyes on his despite the temptation to look.
When he slipped the shirt from his shoulders Major closed his eyes and took another deep breath.
Then Rebecca looked and felt as though all of the oxygen had been sucked from the room.
“I told you.”
His shoulders, chest, and abdomen were completely hidden beneath the scars there. A pink burn covered his left shoulder down to his elbow and stretched down the left side of his torso to disappear beneath his khaki pants. She counted at least six circular, puckered scars that she assumed were bullet wounds. A jagged line ran from beneath his right arm, down his side, and around to his back. And that wasn’t even all.
The tears that had been building behind her eyes suddenly spilled over and Rebecca blinked them away. “No one ever gets to know how much you’ve done? All you’ve given up? Everything you’ve been through? You’ll”—she choked on the next word—“die with no one ever knowing?” It was too much. That was the kind of sacrifice Rebecca could never understand.
“You’ll know.” Major’s voice was soft, and he tilted her face up with a finger beneath her chin. “You’ll know, and that’s enough.”
Major was suddenly kissing her again and Rebecca clutched him to her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pulled away less than an inch and said, “I’m safe, clean. I can’t get you pregnant. But I’ll wear a condom if you want me to.”
Rebecca shook her head. Whether or not he could get her pregnant was irrelevant since Rebecca couldn’t have children anyway. It was a moot point. And if Major said he was clean, well, she would believe it. “No. You don’t have to. I’m clean too.”
He didn’t respond, just kissed her again, thrusting his tongue deep. Major slid his palms up her thighs, across her belly, and palmed her breasts. His touch was gentle at first, but when Rebecca arched her back, he pinched her nipples and tugged. The rough touch sent a flood of moisture to her sex that had her rubbing against his erection.
Major groaned and wrapped his arms around her, tugging Rebecca closer. She ground herself against him, desperate for more. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been without having some kind of direct stimulation. Rebecca didn’t know if it was Major that was the cause or the fact that she’d been so hungry for physical affection for so long.
With a pained grunt, Major tore his mouth from hers and fumbled with the button of his pants. It finally gave, and he ripped the zipper down and pushed his khakis and boxers down at the same time. His quivering member sprang free, precum already beading from the plush head. Rebecca wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Major’s head fell back and his breathing accelerated. His hips arched into her hands and Rebecca spread the dampness with her thumb until the bulbous head was moist with his own arousal.
Major didn’t let her touch for long but knocked her hand away and spread her thighs. Rebecca thought he was going to push a finger inside, but he simply parted the lips of her sex and adjusted his stance until his the head of his cock rested against her.
Rebecca slid her hands into his hair as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, bracing himself. With a short grunt, he pushed himself completely inside of her pussy.
Rebecca tightened her legs around him and arched. She felt so full, so tight that it was almost painful, but oh so good. When she let her head fall back, Major latched his lips onto the pulse in her neck, licking and sucking until Rebecca was light-headed.
He thrust slowly at first, hard strokes that took
“Show me,” she whispered again.
Major took a deep breath, his chest expanding. He slid his hands from beneath hers and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. Rebecca kept her eyes on his despite the temptation to look.
When he slipped the shirt from his shoulders Major closed his eyes and took another deep breath.
Then Rebecca looked and felt as though all of the oxygen had been sucked from the room.
“I told you.”
His shoulders, chest, and abdomen were completely hidden beneath the scars there. A pink burn covered his left shoulder down to his elbow and stretched down the left side of his torso to disappear beneath his khaki pants. She counted at least six circular, puckered scars that she assumed were bullet wounds. A jagged line ran from beneath his right arm, down his side, and around to his back. And that wasn’t even all.
The tears that had been building behind her eyes suddenly spilled over and Rebecca blinked them away. “No one ever gets to know how much you’ve done? All you’ve given up? Everything you’ve been through? You’ll”—she choked on the next word—“die with no one ever knowing?” It was too much. That was the kind of sacrifice Rebecca could never understand.
“You’ll know.” Major’s voice was soft, and he tilted her face up with a finger beneath her chin. “You’ll know, and that’s enough.”
Major was suddenly kissing her again and Rebecca clutched him to her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pulled away less than an inch and said, “I’m safe, clean. I can’t get you pregnant. But I’ll wear a condom if you want me to.”
Rebecca shook her head. Whether or not he could get her pregnant was irrelevant since Rebecca couldn’t have children anyway. It was a moot point. And if Major said he was clean, well, she would believe it. “No. You don’t have to. I’m clean too.”
He didn’t respond, just kissed her again, thrusting his tongue deep. Major slid his palms up her thighs, across her belly, and palmed her breasts. His touch was gentle at first, but when Rebecca arched her back, he pinched her nipples and tugged. The rough touch sent a flood of moisture to her sex that had her rubbing against his erection.
Major groaned and wrapped his arms around her, tugging Rebecca closer. She ground herself against him, desperate for more. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been without having some kind of direct stimulation. Rebecca didn’t know if it was Major that was the cause or the fact that she’d been so hungry for physical affection for so long.
With a pained grunt, Major tore his mouth from hers and fumbled with the button of his pants. It finally gave, and he ripped the zipper down and pushed his khakis and boxers down at the same time. His quivering member sprang free, precum already beading from the plush head. Rebecca wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Major’s head fell back and his breathing accelerated. His hips arched into her hands and Rebecca spread the dampness with her thumb until the bulbous head was moist with his own arousal.
Major didn’t let her touch for long but knocked her hand away and spread her thighs. Rebecca thought he was going to push a finger inside, but he simply parted the lips of her sex and adjusted his stance until his the head of his cock rested against her.
Rebecca slid her hands into his hair as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, bracing himself. With a short grunt, he pushed himself completely inside of her pussy.
Rebecca tightened her legs around him and arched. She felt so full, so tight that it was almost painful, but oh so good. When she let her head fall back, Major latched his lips onto the pulse in her neck, licking and sucking until Rebecca was light-headed.
He thrust slowly at first, hard strokes that took
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