Chapter 3 #3
Determined to recover, Mel kissed him, half as much to distract herself as him.
What she hoped was slow and sensual was met with the sweet, slow kiss of a man whose mind was a thousand miles away.
Not the fervent lover from the pasture. Mel needed to speed this up if she wanted to banish whatever memory plagued him.
Mel’s fingers sought his belt buckle. The fabric of his pants bunched up from sitting, his erection making it trickier.
The clip eluded her, and she fumbled around, trying to get it open.
Mel might have worn a different buckle in battle uniform, but she knew how to operate a belt.
This shouldn’t be hard, but she struggled with getting the right angle with her thumb and forefinger. “Quick release” her ass.
“Need some help?” Shawn chuckled against her mouth.
This was so embarrassing. He traced his hands down her arms, and he pressed her palms to his crotch.
The outline of his cock was unmistakable, and she stroked her thumb along it.
Groaning, his eyelashes fluttered against her cheek.
Then he dug his fingers under hers and popped open the buckle.
“I was going to figure it out eventually,” Mel said with a self-deprecating laugh. She moved onto the button of his pants, which was much more cooperative and yielded quickly.
“I know you were,” Shawn agreed. He hissed when she pulled down the zipper. His cock bulged through the gap in his outer clothes, still covered by deep blue boxer briefs. He was more than ready for her. “I can’t wait another minute.”
Like a striking snake, he snapped up from the bed.
Heat rolled off of him, and the ferocity in his eyes was a promise.
Shawn shoved his pants down and kicked them away.
Seizing her around the waist, he pulled her against him.
The tilt of his hips pressed his erection right against her crotch, separated by only two soft layers of cotton.
He gripped her rear, dipping to the backs of her thighs, where he found purchase and lifted her.
He flipped them around and threw her on the bed.
Along with her stomach, Mel’s heart bounced.
She wished this would last beyond the hour.
An image of him in her bed at home flickered through her mind.
Nope. Not going to happen. Mel pushed the thought away.
He discarded his boxers, and his cock bobbed up, finally free. Precum glistened on the tip. Wetness welled between her legs and her mouth watered, knowing he wanted her. Reaching forward, he grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them off.
All coherent thought fled as he crawled over her.
He settled between her thighs, his cock hard against her mound.
When he rocked his hips, she moaned and hooked her ankles around his waist. It took a little bit of wiggling so her outer lips parted.
Her slickness allowed him to slide against her clit. They both moaned.
“Light duty means no heavy lifting,” Mel teased, running a finger down the center of his chest. “Carrying me off to bed is probably considered heavy lifting.”
His mouth quirked into a smile. “You weigh nothing,” he dismissed casually. Like most American women, had always been self-conscious about her weight, and she appreciated the compliment. But she definitely weighed more than he was allowed to lift.
“So I won’t get an angry call from your flight surgeon?”
“I’ll tell her I rescued a fair maiden from a herd of wild horses.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “I won’t mention that you actually have black hair.” He frowned and raised an eyebrow, rolling half off of her. “If you are a maiden, now would be the time to say something.”
Mel burst out laughing. “No, I’m not a maiden, thank you very much.”
Shawn dropped his forehead to her collarbone and blew out a sigh.
“Oh, thank God. I am not in the head space to deal with v-cards right now.” He shook his head to disperse the thought, then buried his face in her neck.
The open-mouthed kisses he traced up her throat shot lightning through her body.
Everything tingled, especially her nipples and between her legs.
Shawn rocked his hips into her, tantalizingly sliding his cock against her.
Though Mel had seen him staring at her chest, Shawn hadn’t yet touched her breasts.
It was maddening. Mel arched her back, pressing her breasts against him, encouraging him to give them some of his fevered attention.
His lips moved down her neck slower than a glacier.
Stubble scraped her skin, priming it for the next kiss. Hazy desperation tore at her skin.
Shawn kissed over her collar and down the flat of her sternum.
She needed his mouth on the peaks of her nipples, and she whimpered in frustration.
When his lips finally closed around the sensitive beaded flesh, Mel practically sobbed.
He traced around her opposite areola with thick fingertips, not leaving it unattended.
Every nerve ending yearned for more. Never before had she felt this fevered level of desire.
Shawn moved down her torso. Without his mouth on her nipples and arousal between her thighs, she could almost think again.
But then he was nipping at the skin right below her navel and his hands slid along her inner thighs.
When had she last shaved her legs? Three days ago?
Six? And her bikini line was probably in need of a trim.
Badly. It was February, after all. She cursed herself for not doing it last night, just in case. She should have—
“Come back to me, Mel,” Shawn whispered against her stomach. The tender way he said her name burrowed into her chest made her wonder if she’d leave at the end of the week with an unbroken heart. She shoved down the thought.
“I’m here,” she assured him, circling her fingertips along the back of his skull. “It’s not important.” Mel dismissed her vain concerns. She’d deal with her heart later.
Shawn lifted his head, concerned eyes meeting hers. “Of course it is.”
Mel chuckled nervously. “I haven’t shaved recently,” she admitted.
A grin spread across his face, like the cat that ate the canary. He ran a hand down her thigh and back up. His thumb skimmed the short, wiry hair on her outer lips. The teasing made her shiver.
“Real women have hair.” He stroked the crease of her hip and her mound. Mel sucked in air, her stomach clenching half from the touch, and half from being called a ‘real woman.’
With his thumbs, he spread her outer lips and took in the view. “You’re weeping for my touch, and I haven’t gotten started.” The heat of his breath rolled over her skin.
“Please. Please, Shawn. Please,” Mel babbled.
“This afternoon won’t be enough. I’m going to want you all night.”
Mel sobered. If the engineers hadn’t noticed her absence already, they would if she missed dinner.
The same had to be true for Shawn. “All night?” she croaked, unable to completely hide the sudden weight that threatened to choke her.
He was already promising more than just an afternoon fling. It was a thrill and a threat.
“I have a feeling that after I get a taste, I won’t be able to stop.” His words kindled her excitement so much it eclipsed her concern. “After tonight’s ops, I’ll sneak away and wake you up with my face buried in your pussy,” he said. Mel squirmed, unable to squeeze her legs together.
Shawn lowered his head between her legs, and Mel found herself holding her breath. His mouth closed on her clit, his tongue stroking tentatively. Pleasure flashed through her body.
“Oh, God, Shawn,” Mel moaned quietly, still aware enough that someone could be outside or in the garage below.
Shawn chuckled. “I was right. I can’t stop.”
He explored her with his tongue, learning what she liked. Tentative strokes were followed by confident ones, then repeated. Mel writhed and whimpered.
“I could listen to you every night,” he said.
This man was a talker, which she hadn’t quite expected, but the praise drove her desire higher.
Her mind replayed his words, and she wondered if he meant every night for the rest of the week, or every night in perpetuity. Mel decided he meant for the week.
“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement. She’d accept three nights, if that’s all they had.
His fervor steadily increased, drawing out her ecstasy.
Mel rolled her hips into his face. Shawn paused and slid one hand under her ass, lifting her.
With the other, he pressed a finger into her.
The blunt digit began to trace tiny circles on the front wall of her pussy while his tongue drew more around her clit.
“More,” she begged, when he seemed to slow down. “More.”
“Say please, princess.” The rumble of his voice against her skin was a flickering touch all its own. She was a trembling, moaning mess.
“Please,” she croaked.
“As you wish,” he replied. A second finger stretched her.
She moaned his name, harsher and louder this time.
With each stroke of his tongue, she cared less and less if someone heard.
Shawn coaxed burning pleasure through her body like he was reading her mind.
He was so tuned in to her every response, he probably was.
Shawn took her clit between his teeth, nipping gently.
He dragged his tongue through her folds, soothing the sting.
He alternated soft, slow motions with faster, firmer strokes.
The whole world shrank to the space between her legs.
Tension coiled tighter and tighter. She shook when her release crashed through her.
Shawn tilted her hips up and lapped at her slowly as the tremors receded.
He removed his fingers, but her body still pulsed in echo.
Her legs felt like jelly. So did her arms, for that matter.