get lonely over there? Don’t you want to know someone’s thinking about you?”
Laughing, I say, “I’ve served almost ten years now. Haven’t been lonely but maybe once.”
“You act like that’s some badge of honor or something.”
“Where I’m from, it is,” I say. “You see guys who miss funerals or the births of their children. You see guys missing birthdays and holidays and shit like The Super Bowl and things that civilians take for granted. It’s just easier if I keep those things out of mind.”
Her gaze lowers and her lower lip juts forward before she takes a drink. “Makes sense, I guess.”
“It’s nice that you want to do that though.”
“It’s going to be so weird saying goodbye to you.” Her voice is breathy and wistful and she flashes a pained smile.
“Yeah, but this is what we signed up for.”
Maritza nods, drawing her legs onto the couch. “No, I know.”
“Come on.” I reach for her face, cupping her chin and angling her face until our eyes meet again. “Let’s have fun tonight. If you get all sad and mopey it’s going to completely defeat the entire purpose of this week.”
She pulls in a hard breath, lets it go, and softens her expression. “All right. Sad and mopey Maritza is gone in three … two …”
Snapping her fingers, she plasters the most ridiculous grin I’ve ever seen in my life across that pretty face of hers.
I can’t help but laugh at her.
“You’re such a fucking dork,” I say, pulling her into my lap. My palms graze her outer thighs, working their way to her hips as our stares hold steady. She smells like sweet almonds and feels like cashmere and right here, right now is the only place I want to be.
Her hands caress my face, her mouth sinking onto mine. A moment later, her lips part and our tongues meet and her hips grind against the rock-hard throb forming in my jeans.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I lift it over her head only to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra to begin with.
“You came prepared,” I say, breathing her in.
Her lips curl against mine. “You have no idea how badly I wanted this to happen again.”
Pushing her sweats down her hips, I slide them down her long legs, followed by her lacy black thong. The sweet scent of her arousal fills the tight space between us. When I stand, she reaches for my zipper, freeing me.
Her dark eyes are wide as she stares up at me, pumping my hardened length in her hand with a devious smirk. A second later, she takes me into her mouth, her full lips velvet soft against my shaft as her tongue circles the tip.
Groaning, I bury my fist in her dark hair, her messy bun coming undone as she swallows my length over and over.
Yanking my shirt over my head, my heart pounds in my chest. I want her skin on mine. I want her warmth, her heat, her breathless sighs in my ear. I want her biting her lip and screaming my name and riding my cock so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.
But first things first.
Pulling myself away, I guide her to the sofa, positioning myself between her thighs as she leans back against a throw pillow.
Maritza exhales when my tongue drags the length of her seam and she moans when I slip a finger inside. Aided by her arousal, I add another until the tension between us aches with an impatient fervor.
My hands are greedy, my touch generous as I explore every peak and valley of her nubile body as she writhes beneath me, her breath growing quicker the closer she gets to the edge.
I can’t take it anymore.
I’ve waited long enough. I have to have her.
Reaching for my jeans on the floor, I grab my wallet and retrieve a rubber, ripping the foil packet between my teeth before sheathing my girth. Maritza watches, her full tits rising and falling as she waits, and the second I’m ready, I take her hand, pulling her up and telling her to get on her hands and knees.
Her cherry ass beneath my palm is pure fucking gold, and I slide my fingers between her thighs until I reach her swollen pussy. Guiding my cock inside, pushing it as deep as I can go, she releases the softest sigh before gripping the pillow in her tight fists.
My hands steady her hips, pulling them back to meet my every thrust. Her