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He released her breast and shifted, his cock hot and hard against the inside of her leg and she moved against it, wanting him in her, now. Instead he blew a breath over her chocolate coated nipple, then traced the tip of his tongue along the underside of her breast before nipping lightly with his teeth.
“Guh!” She couldn’t help the expulsion of breath as wetness slickened her channel, dampened her thighs. “Ian!”
He sheathed himself, then rose over her, parting her thighs with his knees, his attention still on her breast. God, she was so close, she would come the minute he entered her. She glided her hands down his back to his ass and tried to tug him toward her. He chuckled, rubbed the head of his cock high against her thigh, and lowered her head to her breast.
The orgasm took them both by surprise, deep, rhythmic waves of pleasure rolling through her as his cock hovered near her channel. She dug her fingers in his ass and this time, he slid home, stroking against her rippling walls, prolonging the pleasure, until she was as melted as the chocolate he’d licked from her skin.
“Like that?” he asked, his thrusts slow and steady as he grinned down at her.
She opened her mouth to speak but her muscles didn’t work, or her brain or something, so she just nodded and let him carry her to another crest, unable to believe she could come again after that, again without him touching her. This time they crashed to the shore together and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.
***
Bailey was with Ian—she didn’t see the appeal of going to see Pearl Harbor two days before one’s wedding. She didn’t want to see it as much as she felt like, as a teacher, she should see it. Besides, Max hadn’t scheduled any paying tours today so he could drive them in his van, and he’d promised them a good lunch, and he brought malasadas, the Hawaiian doughnuts, for them to eat on the way. They had to get to the memorial early, though, because it got crowded.
Bailey found it interesting that Ian didn’t care that everyone knew they were seeing each other. No, sleeping together. Whatever. He rested his hand casually on her waist as they waited to board Max’s van, and sat with his arm across the back of her seat as they rode. She let herself lean into him and doze in the early morning. The chatter of the others washed over her, Andrew’s excitement, Ian’s dad recounting the story he’d heard about December 7, 1941.
“My father had just left Hawaii after getting out of the service. He was thirty-five and had had enough of Army life. He was on a ship to Los Angeles that day, and was going to work his way home to Texas. While on the ship, they heard about the bombing and he got this awful feeling. See, his younger brother James was in the Navy, stationed at Pearl Harbor, on the Arizona.”
“Man,” Max said, shaking his head.
“My father wanted to get back to Hawaii right away but of course had to wait for the ship to reach land. He got on the next ship to Hawaii, and once he was there, he re-upped with the Army, though he was pretty old by their standards. By that point, they were eager for anyone they could get.”
“So you never knew your uncle?” Haven asked.
“Actually, James was one of the survivors, but no. He died later in the war in Okinawa.”
“And your dad? Where did he fight?” Andrew asked, a soldier himself, just home from his last tour.
“All over the South Pacific. Never did meet up with his brother after that first day, though.”
The men shared more stories of what they knew about Pearl Harbor and World War II. Bailey’s grandfather had been in Europe, she knew, but he’d never shared those stories with her. He’d never talked about the war. She envied these men who knew their family history better.
***
They arrived at Pearl Harbor just around seven and the line was already long. Max and Elizabeth volunteered to stand in line so the rest of them
He released her breast and shifted, his cock hot and hard against the inside of her leg and she moved against it, wanting him in her, now. Instead he blew a breath over her chocolate coated nipple, then traced the tip of his tongue along the underside of her breast before nipping lightly with his teeth.
“Guh!” She couldn’t help the expulsion of breath as wetness slickened her channel, dampened her thighs. “Ian!”
He sheathed himself, then rose over her, parting her thighs with his knees, his attention still on her breast. God, she was so close, she would come the minute he entered her. She glided her hands down his back to his ass and tried to tug him toward her. He chuckled, rubbed the head of his cock high against her thigh, and lowered her head to her breast.
The orgasm took them both by surprise, deep, rhythmic waves of pleasure rolling through her as his cock hovered near her channel. She dug her fingers in his ass and this time, he slid home, stroking against her rippling walls, prolonging the pleasure, until she was as melted as the chocolate he’d licked from her skin.
“Like that?” he asked, his thrusts slow and steady as he grinned down at her.
She opened her mouth to speak but her muscles didn’t work, or her brain or something, so she just nodded and let him carry her to another crest, unable to believe she could come again after that, again without him touching her. This time they crashed to the shore together and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.
***
Bailey was with Ian—she didn’t see the appeal of going to see Pearl Harbor two days before one’s wedding. She didn’t want to see it as much as she felt like, as a teacher, she should see it. Besides, Max hadn’t scheduled any paying tours today so he could drive them in his van, and he’d promised them a good lunch, and he brought malasadas, the Hawaiian doughnuts, for them to eat on the way. They had to get to the memorial early, though, because it got crowded.
Bailey found it interesting that Ian didn’t care that everyone knew they were seeing each other. No, sleeping together. Whatever. He rested his hand casually on her waist as they waited to board Max’s van, and sat with his arm across the back of her seat as they rode. She let herself lean into him and doze in the early morning. The chatter of the others washed over her, Andrew’s excitement, Ian’s dad recounting the story he’d heard about December 7, 1941.
“My father had just left Hawaii after getting out of the service. He was thirty-five and had had enough of Army life. He was on a ship to Los Angeles that day, and was going to work his way home to Texas. While on the ship, they heard about the bombing and he got this awful feeling. See, his younger brother James was in the Navy, stationed at Pearl Harbor, on the Arizona.”
“Man,” Max said, shaking his head.
“My father wanted to get back to Hawaii right away but of course had to wait for the ship to reach land. He got on the next ship to Hawaii, and once he was there, he re-upped with the Army, though he was pretty old by their standards. By that point, they were eager for anyone they could get.”
“So you never knew your uncle?” Haven asked.
“Actually, James was one of the survivors, but no. He died later in the war in Okinawa.”
“And your dad? Where did he fight?” Andrew asked, a soldier himself, just home from his last tour.
“All over the South Pacific. Never did meet up with his brother after that first day, though.”
The men shared more stories of what they knew about Pearl Harbor and World War II. Bailey’s grandfather had been in Europe, she knew, but he’d never shared those stories with her. He’d never talked about the war. She envied these men who knew their family history better.
***
They arrived at Pearl Harbor just around seven and the line was already long. Max and Elizabeth volunteered to stand in line so the rest of them
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