Nine Marines' Shared Property - Nicole Casey Page 0,27

firmly down her leg.

Then I reversed: my hand ran from the tip of her chin, over her neck then her chest and around her heaving breast. My other hand ran up her calf, along the inner part of her thigh and grabbed at her pelvis, pushing her leg further apart so I could put my mouth to her snatch. I’d dreamt and fantasized of tasting her. My lips and tongue worked greedily, as if her delicious snatch would disappear at any moment.

I ran my tongue up her belly along with my hand until they reached her chest. I grabbed both her breasts, kissed each one, running my tongue around her hard nipples while she murmured and moaned softly. The tip of my cock touched her pussy; she was definitely wet enough for me now.

“Untie my hands,” she said softly.

I grabbed her leg, lifted it and turned it over so I could enter her from the side. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I said.

I had no need to use my hand to guide my stiff cock into her. She opened for me, and I worked my way in with little pumps and gyrations.

I was three quarters of the way into her and she arched her head back and let out a cry of pleasure.

“God,” I said, “you feel so fucking good.”

I grabbed her ass with one hand. With the other hand I reached up and untied the shawl from the headboard. But I did not untie her hands.

She grabbed my chest. I grabbed her head and kissed her. My lips and tongue explored her mouth in rhythm with my cock penetrating her deeper and deeper.

She let out a loud moan. “God, you’re fucking huge.”

Her hands ran down my chest, but tied together I could see she was having trouble moving them down.

“I’m not all the way in,” I said. I turned her on her side and laid myself down beside her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders keeping her body tight against mine, the other rubbing the contours of her pussy, my fingers gently exploring her labia.

I straddled her and lifted her hips to pull her closer to me as I rammed my cock deeper into her still.

I pulled out when I felt I was about to come. “I should put on protection,” I said, under my breath.

Gwen managed to pull her hands free. She turned, grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me back onto her. She wrapped her legs around my back.

I entered her again. “I’m going to come,” I said.

She kissed me, long.

I fucked her, long.

We came together.

I picked my pants off the floor, pulled out my phone from the front pocket and glanced at the time. “Oh, shit. I need to get out of here.”

Gwen lay curled up on the bed. “Awe. You’re going to leave me here all alone?”

I shook my head. “I’m going to leave you. But you won’t be alone; not for long.”

Her eyes widened.

I gave her a kiss. “I need to jump in the shower real quick.”

“Sure.”

I took one of the fastest showers I’d ever taken in my life. I dried myself off, barely, slipped on my clothes and opened the door. I turned to Gwen, blew her a kiss and slipped out into the corridor.

Just as I reached the stairs, Nolan turned the corner. I was walking so fast I almost smacked into him.

“Shit, Axel.” He glanced at his watch then at me. “You better hurry.”

“Yep,” I said then I raced down the stairs, out the lobby and ran back to the base.

12

Tristan

Aisha was my high school sweetheart. I’d been with a few girls since Aisha, but they had been one-night stands. With Gwen, it was different. I tried to keep my feelings out of it; I tried to focus on her hot body and tell myself it was just about the sex. But I simply wasn’t able to. I kept thinking about her. I thought about the sex, sure, but most of the time I thought about just being around her or talking to her or laughing with her.

This had me very concerned.

It had been nearly nine years since Aisha’s accident, and I still wasn’t ready for any kind of emotional attachment. Hell, it took me nearly four years before I was able to ride in a car again. I still hated them; I hated roads and traffic lights, and all the tangential things that contributed to taking Aisha’s life.

Aisha had been my first, and, until