He knew he should let her get some sleep. She’d worked all day in the sun, after all, but he couldn’t bring himself to cover up her gorgeous body. She wasn’t a hardbody, but he didn’t mind, not in the least. Every wrinkle, every stretch mark, every blemish just made him love her even more. She was real. A grown-ass woman who’d chosen to be with him.
He kissed her forehead. Then her cheeks. Then one shoulder before moving to the next. He traced her collarbone with a finger before following it with his tongue. Her nipples were tight and hard, and he couldn’t resist squeezing her tits. They weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either. They were fucking perfect.
Mustang envisioned his cock fucking her tits, and he writhed a bit. No, this was for her. There would be time for that later. He hoped.
He kissed her belly and found she was ticklish. He could smell her musk as he nuzzled her mound and barely resisted the urge to lick her folds. He wasn’t done cherishing her. He kissed her inner thigh, then her knee, then her ankle. Her toenails weren’t painted, and she had long, slender toes. Her feet were bigger than most women’s, and he even thought that was cute.
He slowly began to work his way back up her body, his arousal climbing as he neared her pussy. He pushed one leg, and she opened to him. He loved how she willingly did exactly what he wanted.
He hadn’t had time to really admire her earlier. He’d been too worried about making sure she really wanted him. He’d been terrified he’d look into her eyes and see reluctance, or some indication that she was using him because he was a SEAL. But all he’d seen was lust and want.
He played with her folds with his finger for a moment before sinking his index finger slowly inside her body. She groaned and lifted her hips a fraction of an inch.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Duh,” she fired back.
He smiled. Fuck, this was fun. When was the last time he’d had fun while making love to a woman? Never, that’s when. He’d always been too worried about making sure he wasn’t hurting her, that she was consenting.
He slipped another finger inside Elodie’s body and gently fucked her.
“More,” she begged.
He could feel fresh wetness coat his fingers and fucking loved that he could turn her on like this. He wanted to see her come again. On his hand. He felt ten feet tall that he could push her over the edge. It was amazing to be able to control her pleasure. If that made him an asshole, so be it.
He brought his other hand up between her legs and began to play with her clit with his thumb, even as he continued to gently thrust in and out of her body.
When she began to thrust against him, he stilled his fingers, letting her fuck them.
Her nipples were tight, her tits jiggling as she squirmed on his sheets. And he was a fucking caveman, because he loved seeing her like this. At his mercy, straining for what only he could give her.
“Harder,” she moaned.
“Your wish is my command.” At that moment, Mustang realized he was kidding himself. He wasn’t in charge here. She was. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and if she let him, he’d spend the rest of his life bending over backward to give her everything she wanted.
He stopped teasing and went to work making his woman come.
She flew apart quickly, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Then she surprised him by sitting up and pushing him backward on the mattress. Before he knew what she was doing, she had his cock in her hand and was lowering her head.
“El,” he moaned.
She ignored him, tightening her hand around the base of his dick and taking the head between her lips. It was as carnal as he imagined it would be. Her mouth stretching to take him as she slurped and sucked.
She wasn’t going easy on him either, she was sucking hard, as if she were trying to pull his come out of his body by force. When she lowered her hand between her legs and scooped up some of her own juices to lubricate him, Mustang almost came right then and there.
“Condom?” she asked, lifting her head. Her hand continued to pump him up and down, and Mustang knew in seconds, this would be over before it even started.
He turned, dislodging her hand, giving him a moment’s reprieve before he lay back again and rolled a condom down his length.
“I don’t know how you fit,” Elodie said as she eyed him, but she gamely straddled his waist and reached for him. “But you did once, so I’m sure you will again.”
“Damn straight I will,” Mustang told her. “You were made to take my cock.”
She grabbed his dick once more, and they both groaned as she fit him to her and slowly began to ease down.
Once he was all the way in, Mustang concentrated on her face. He knew if he looked down and saw how they were connected, he’d lose it way too quickly once again. He kneaded her tits as she slowly began to undulate on him. She didn’t bounce up and down at first; she flexed her hips and rubbed her clit against him.
“Damn, I’m so full,” she breathed.
He twitched inside her. Let her set the pace for a while. She rotated her hips in circles, then back and forth, holding herself up with her hands braced on his chest. She was sexy as fuck, her hair brushing against her tits and nipples as she moved. Mustang memorized the moment and knew he’d fantasize about this for many, many nights to come.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
He loved that she didn’t hesitate. One hand moved between them and she began to roughly massage her clit. He felt her inner muscles squeeze his dick, and he groaned. Fuck, she was perfect.
Her juices were rolling down his balls now, soaking him as she got herself off.
“You’ve ruined me for my vibrator,” she said, looking down into his face as she got closer and closer to the edge.
“Good. You need to get off, you let me know and I’ll let you use me just like this, anytime you want. I’ll fill you so full, you won’t feel anything but me.” He continued to talk dirty, seeing that she loved it. “You’re clenching me so tight, you’re gonna leave bruises. I fucking love this. You on top, your tits begging for my touch. Come, Elodie. Fucking come already.”
That did it. She arched her back and pressed down as hard as she could on his cock and exploded. Mustang grabbed her hips even as she was coming and lifted her, slamming her back down as hard as he could on his dick.
She screamed, and he did it again. And again. Prolonging her orgasm and setting off his own in the process. He came so hard and long, he saw stars. His heart almost beat out of his chest, and he knew he’d probably be sore in the morning from using muscles he wasn’t used to using.
When they’d both stopped shaking, Mustang eased Elodie down onto his chest. She lay against him like a wet noodle. They were both sweaty and breathing hard, but Mustang couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“Holy shit,” Elodie muttered. “Thank God I didn’t go for the wine and slow seduction. I’ve never been so satisfied.”
“I promise to do the slow seduction some other time,” Mustang told her.
“Nope. I liked this. I choose a hard fucking every time.”
His smile grew, and he ran a hand gently up and down her back.
They both groaned when his cock eventually slipped out of her body.