Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
BERNADETTE
I slide out of my dress, unashamed of my body for the first time ever. Lance gives me a confidence and makes me feel like no other woman compares to me. When he runs his hands over my body, there’s such a look of awe and clear desire on his face, that it makes me tremble. I press myself into his hands, moaning as they caress my curves and move across my sensitive skin.
“Fuck woman,” he moans, his tongue tracing rough circles around my nipple. “You are a fucking angel. I am never going to get tired of making love to you.”
“Never?” I giggle, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. “This is the first time?”
“There will be no last time.” The forceful certainty in his voice takes my breath away. He pulls me close, his mouth sucking so hard on my nipple that it’s both painful and pure pleasure mixed into one.
I pull at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, to see all of him like he’s seeing me. I want to see him exposed, see this war veteran naked before me. I want to see his scars and marks, to learn his body and how he likes to be touched.
“Where do you want me?” I gasp, my legs squeezing together, desperate for release.
“On the bed, now, legs apart.”
Crawling onto the bed, I forget to breathe as I watch him strip out of his clothes. Under his dress uniform, I see a maze of scars and tattoos blending into one another, covering more muscles than I knew a man could even have.
Lance kneels by the foot of the bed, reaching out to my hips and pulling me closer to him. He takes a long sniff of my core, then licks at my thighs while sliding his fingers through my slick wetness. Every touch and lick pulses through me, feeding a sexual tension that demands release.
The moment Lance’s tongue touches my clit, I throw my head back and scream from how good it feels. He teases, licking, then sucking, my desire coiling tighter and tighter as my hips move against his mouth, eager to be devoured by him.
“Ohh, why did you stop?” I whimper, looking at his shiny lips as he raises his head.
“Because I’m going to look into your eyes when I make you come for the first time. I want to remember this forever. You are mine and when pleasure overtakes you, it will be burnt in my mind. Forever. Just like you’re burnt into my heart forever.”
My eyes feel slick with tears of joy as I pull Lance up so that he’s over my body. I never thought I’d even come close to finding the love that I feel Lance is showing me right now. Opening my legs wide for him, I’m ready – for him, for tonight, and for the rest of our future together.
Lance kisses my eyes, then guides his long cock through my folds and into my hot center. At first, he moves slowly, watching my reactions closely. I run my hands over his muscles, biting my lip from how strong he is and how good he feels inside of me.
“I’m ready,” I say, my hands on his ass and pulling him deeper into me. “I need you, Lance. My God, I need you so bad.”
He plunges deeper into me and fireworks explode behind my eyes as my pleasure intensifies. Our bodies move together, grinding onto each other, as we both follow our instincts and move faster and faster.
Throughout our bodies thrashing together and our moans of pleasure, we never stop looking in each other’s eyes. More than anything, I know I’ve found The One. There is no other man who could ever mean as much to me as Lance means to me. We barely know each other, but he’s unlocked something deep inside of me that I didn’t know there was a key to. He makes me feel loved and safe.
“Oh my God!” I say, my orgasm rising up in me, gaining momentum as it electrifies every nerve-ending in my body. Every stroke, every touch, every kiss from Lance makes me feel more and more, and I’m about to explode.
Lance’s muscular body towers over me as he grinds into me, his cock pushing deeper and filling me up perfectly. His dark eyes blaze with a furious intensity as my body rocks up into his, demanding the release that only he can give me.
“Come for me, Bernadette, come!” He places his arms on either side of me and raises himself up, groaning and gasping for breath as his body slams against mine. “Look me in the eyes!”
I force my eyes to focus on him. Everything else is a blur as pleasure explodes inside of me and my body contracts and releases the tension that’s been building up in me since I first laid eyes on Lance. A whimper comes out of me as my body pushes against his, hugging his cock inside of me.
“Lance,” I call out, my arms wrapping around him tightly and pulling him close to me so that I can kiss him. Our tongues wrestle and I suck at him, relishing my taste on his lips and on his tongue.
Lance pounds into me fast and hard, then cries out my name as his body stills, then shakes hard again as he comes. I kiss him again, my hands never leaving his body.
“You are incredible,” he finally says, his breathing even as he lay beside me. Lance’s arms are wrapped around me and he kisses me gently on my lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, kissing his jaw and up to his eyes. He closes his eyes and I softly kiss his eyelids.
“I love you, Bernadette,” Lance says, looking deep into my eyes. “My grandfather always said that when I found the right woman, I would know. Since the moment I opened the door and saw you standing there in the cold, I knew it was you. When you bravely tried my cooking, I knew it was you. Cupid shot me right in the heart that day. You are everything I ever imagined in a woman I’d call my wife. You’re smart, creative, and you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m never letting you go.”
My heart expands and overflows with love as I listen to Lance. Who knew that returning a bundle of old letters could have resulted in this? In returning old love letters, I found love for myself. It was fate that I found the letters and found Lance when I returned them to their rightful home. Lance is my home.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lance.” I lean up and kiss him slowly, feeling his cock stir against my stomach. “I love you, too. Now that I’ve met you, I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, my love. Are you ready for more?”
“For you, I’m ready for anything.”
“Good. Because this time, we’re taking it slow. Hold on, because we’re in for a long ride. It’s going to be wild.”
“And it’s going to be forever,” I say, finishing his thought. “Now let’s start on forever.”