“You’re really making this hard on me,” I said finally.
“What, exactly, am I making hard for you?” she demanded.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said, looking away. “You’re beautiful and sexy and every time I think about being inside of you, my dick gets hard. But the fact that I want to sleep with you again more than I fucking want to breathe doesn’t mean it’s right or that I wouldn’t eventually hurt you.”
“Why would you hurt me?” she asked, hands on her hips.
“Because you’ll get attached and I don’t do attached.”
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” she snapped. “You can’t possibly know how you’re going to feel about me an hour from now, much less a year from now. You don’t date? Fine. You don’t have girlfriends? Fine. Do you have friends?”
Her eyes were flashing angrily and I wanted to bend her over the nearest bench and fuck the living daylights out of her. The need to touch her was all-consuming and I physically had to turn away so she wouldn’t see the raw lust in my eyes. It was more than that, though. And she knew it, which was why she was challenging me like this.
“I’m a soldier,” I said after a moment. “As a United States Marine, I’m not supposed to say that. I’m supposed to say I’m a Marine, and I am, but the core of who I am is a soldier. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. I grew up playing with toy soldiers and all of that. I wanted to fight, for my country, for our causes… Whatever it was, I was drawn to it. And then I actually went to war. I had no fear and fully believed in what I was doing, but the things I saw…horrible things. Things I’ll never forget. Things I can’t unsee. The very worst of humanity. That ugliness is part of me now and I don’t want that ugliness to ever touch someone I care about.”
“I don’t believe that,” she said, slowly walking towards me. “I’ve watched you defend strangers. When we met, you told me about your family. Your mother’s cancer. Your memories of Paris. Perhaps not your innermost thoughts, but certainly a glimpse into the man you are. And I saw firsthand how you handled a surprise that might have upset a lesser man. That man, the man who made love with me, isn’t ugly.”
The look in her eyes nearly brought me to my knees. I’d never wanted a woman this much and it was almost embarrassing. Except she was so incredible and this sweet, innocent woman wanted me.
“I don’t know what I can offer you that’s good,” I said after a moment. “I work a lot of hours, so I wouldn’t see you much, and at the end of the day, I don’t know how my presence in your life would make it any better.”
“Isn’t that for me to decide?”
“Are you hearing what I’m telling you?” I said, taking her by the shoulders and making her look at me. “I’m telling you we’d have an occasional evening or afternoon together. We’d have a lot of sex, and it would be good, but beyond that, I’m a workaholic who doesn’t know how to relax. How is that fair to you?”
“Nothing in my life has been fair,” she said with a wry smile. “At least in your case it would be my choice. And if the sex is even half as good as what I remember, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun.”
I was making a huge fucking mistake, but I bent my head and kissed her. I sealed my mouth over hers and the second I tasted her sweetness, I was immediately swept up in everything that was Solange. Telling myself I was no good for her didn’t change the way it felt or how much I wanted her. I slid my tongue against hers and it was even better than last time.
“Not here,” I whispered when things started to get heated. “Your parents could come out…”
I took her hand and we ran into the woods. It wasn’t dense, but enough to give us cover. Not that I was going to fuck her right there in the woods, but I was going to kiss her until she wouldn’t think of anything else until I could do it.
“Greece was good for you,” I murmured against her throat. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I hope that means what I think it means,” she breathed.
“Yeah?” I looked down into her pretty face and the passion brimming just beneath the surface made me throw caution to the wind. “You ever done that before?”
“You know I haven’t. My experience was limited to kissing and little fondling.”
“All these firsts,” I whispered against her mouth. “Once I’ve taken all your cherries, you’re going to belong to me.”
“How long do you think it’ll take for us to try everything at least once?” she asked, licking her lips.
“There are a lot of things for us to try,” I mused. “But we’ll start with this one.” I slid a hand under her skirt, hooking two fingers under the band of her panties. I pulled them down until they pooled at her ankles and she stepped out of them. I lifted them to my face and breathed in her womanly scent. “I bet you taste like honeysuckle.” I stuffed her panties in my pocket and dipped my head beneath the folds of her peasant-style skirt. Running my hands down her shapely thighs, I nuzzled her sex, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her. She was leaning against a tree because I figured she’d need some way to keep her balance before this was all over.
I took her left leg and brought it up, over my shoulder. Now she was spread open for me, quivering slightly with excitement, and I nibbled the tender skin at the crease of her thigh, moving up to her pubic bone. I cupped her ass with both hands, bringing her closer to me and pressing light kisses on her mound until I reached her slit. I licked my way down until I could push my tongue inside of her and she gasped.
“Axel!” Her breath caught and she gripped my hair with her hands. “Oh my god.”
I was too busy feasting on her succulence to answer, and she loved it. Every time I slid my tongue around her clit she moaned, but I pulled back, making her wait. I was going to draw this out because we’d both been thinking about the last time we’d been together.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what is this magic?” she cried out, her knees shaking slightly.
I chuckled, kissing and licking every inch of her pussy until she was whimpering, writhing against me.
“Please, Axel… I can’t take anymore.”
I took pity on her and lightened my touch, using the tip of my tongue to circle her clit. I kept up a smooth, rotating motion and she came, her moans emanating from deep in her chest as she tried not to scream. I kept pressure on her clit until she finally stopped writhing.
“Damn, that’s pretty,” I said, lifting my head from beneath her skirt and setting her leg down.
“Is everything you do going to feel that good?” she demanded, a smile playing on her lips.
“I’d like to think so.” I slowly got to my feet. “You look even more beautiful than usual right after you come.”
“Can I have my panties back, please?”
I gave her a wicked grin and shook my head. “Sorry. Those are mine now. Payment for services rendered.”
Her mouth dropped open and then she snickered. “You never fail to surprise me.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” I leaned in and kissed her, sweeping her tongue with mine and letting her taste herself on me. “You like how you taste as much as I do?” I asked.