himself looking at a faint scar that went down the middle of her chest. There was just something about the way the light was or something, but he ran his finger down the marking, and Emmy held her breath.
“What’s this?” He almost hated to ask because she looked mortified, but he wondered if this was some of the reason that her family was so protective of her.
“Nothing.” She snatched back the net scrubby and turned her back to him.
“Hey,” he said, turning her back toward him, but she was all soaped up on her chest, and she seemed to be vigorously trying to hide what he’d seen. “It’s alright we don’t have to talk about it.”
She looked like she was going to cry, and he hated that he’d broken whatever peaceful vibe they’d had going on before he touched her scar.
“Most people don’t see it,” she whispered, “and I don’t like to talk about it.”
He knew she was a stubborn soul because they were matched in that area. Matt wanted to know more, but it wasn’t going to be forthcoming, and since they were not going to be together that long anyway, there was no reason to fight for information he wouldn’t be needing. He looked at her and knew that in two more days they wouldn’t see each other again. It was a big world, and he was usually on the other side of it. His next stop was Guam, and the things he was set up to complete there were things he didn’t even want to think about. For now he just wanted to enjoy the peaceful decadence that he’d found when he’d thought he was just going on different walking tours and laying on the beach.
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, but she shook her head, turned around, grabbed some conditioner, and smeared it on the tight hole of her ass.
“I want to try something new,” she said.
“Have you done this before?” This wasn’t something that should be done without some stretching and a bit of time. A smear of product and a wish wasn’t going to get his cock into such a tight spot without a bit of pain.
She shook her head again. “But this is what I want.”
Matt was torn. Being one of the leaders in his squad, he had to make decisions on a dime. Some of them were popular, and other decisions weren’t. Emmy seemed to be in a battle with herself, but he didn’t want to be used as the weapon of choice. He put his thumb on the tight sphincter and pushed in just a bit only to feel her clutching and unclutching her pussy. It seemed like she liked the sensation, but he still wasn’t willing to hurt her so she could see if she liked anal penetration or not.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, because he didn’t have a condom in the bathroom but remembered that they’d had sex without protection in the pool today as well. He was a man who never forgot to wrap his Johnson, so he was shocked at that slip.
“Yes, but you don’t need to worry because that’s not where I wanted you.” She looked back at him.
Her pink skin was all soapy and fragrant, and he hoped getting her off would calm her down a bit. So, he slid his hand over to her sudsy breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples like he knew she’d enjoy, as he pushed into the tight spot she wanted him to conquer. Just knowing that she wanted him to be the first there made him hard enough to give it to her, but he didn’t think she was ready in mind or spirit right now.
When he slipped his hand down to her pussy, she was already starting to buck against it.
“My fingers won’t get the pleasure this time. I want my cock buried in your pussy when you let loose.” He moved around so that he could insert his throbbing dick where he most wanted it to be, and she groaned, as he popped his thumb inside her ass. It was like a little mouth opening and closing on his thumb—and that pushed his control a bit.
“Harder, Matt. Don’t try to take it easy on me now that you think something is wrong with
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