Chapter 36
Rob paused, his eyes lifting up to meet hers as if gauging how serious she was.
June was as desperate for him as he was for her.
Her hand closed around his girth, and she felt him pulse in her hand a second before her hand was pulled from his shorts and she found herself flat on her back on the bed.
It had happened so fast that she hadn’t had a moment to process the movement. She rose to her elbows as Rob started removing her legs and socket. June hated being without her legs, but it made lovemaking easier. She wasn’t so encumbered.
Next, he removed her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare as he peeled off his own clothing. June watched in vivid fascination as each article of clothing was removed and his bare skin was revealed.
He had taken his clothes off so fast the last time, she hadn’t been able to get a good look at him. Now every scar and rigid muscle was on display.
June sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, wanting to touch and taste him like he had her. Her hands stroked over his defined pectorals down his abdomen. He wasn’t body builder defined with six-pack abs, but he was still trim and impressive. He wasn’t big and bulky, but had defined muscles.
June leaned forward and kissed a scar on his side along his rib cage. She found another one and did the same thing as her hands traveled down to his well-endowed cock jutting out, seeking her attention.
One hand couldn’t wrap around him fully.
Using both hands, she stroked him as her lips continued down, kissing and licking every scar she could find, and there were a lot.
This was a man who was no stranger to battle.
She wondered how many were from his time in the Special Forces or from his current occupation.
June had learned not to ask about them from her brother. Some couldn’t remember how or when they were received, and others were painful to talk about. So, she just accepted he had them and moved on. It didn’t matter how or when he got them. They were just another part of him now.
June reached his cock and hesitated. She had read about the act of blow jobs, and Casey had given her some pointers, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it. Would Rob enjoy it or think her inept because she had never done it before?
“You don’t have to, baby,” Rob said as if he could read her thoughts.
That helped confirm her decision even more.
He had never judged her before on her lack of knowledge, but she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
She remembered what it was like when he had buried his face between her legs.
If she could give him even a sliver of the same pleasure, she wanted to try.
June lowered her head slowly, taking a breath of his male musky scent before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out to lick the crown of his cock.
Rob jolted, and June released him. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” She thought it was supposed to be pleasurable. Casey said men loved it. Why else would women do it in pornos, or it be written in almost every sex scene in books?
“You didn’t, sorry,” he reassured her. “It just surprised me, and it felt good.”
Well, that was good. “Can I try again?” She had barely gotten a taste of him.
Rob’s cock bobbed between them as if answering the question for Rob. “Yeah.” His voice was low and husky.
June leaned forward again, bracing one hand on his hip and the other at the base of his cock to hold it steady. Her eyes rose to his and observed him as her tongue peeked out between her lips and tentatively licked him again.
Rob’s eyes closed, and she watched him shudder, but he didn’t pull away. Her tongue swirled around the crown before she engulfed the head and as much as she could fit in her mouth before her gag reflex kicked in.
She pulled back and lowered her head slowly, trying to get a rhythm.
June felt Rob’s hand cup the back of her head.
He didn’t force her to take more than she could bear, but gave her a gentle pull and release to help guide her until she picked up the rhythm, and he just kept a bracing hand on her head.
His hips pulled back and slid forward to match her tempo. Rob’s breathing was harsh, and his fingers shook. He was losing control just like she wanted. June picked up her pace, wanting him to explode in her mouth as she had him.
“We have to stop.” Rob stumbled back, his cock glistening from her saliva. His eyes were wild, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as if he had just run a race.
“I don’t want to stop,” June complained. She had enjoyed sucking him off. It had affected her just as much as him. Her sex throbbed, and she was sure if she looked between her legs, her juices were coating the comforter.
“I don’t want to explode in your mouth. I want to be buried between your legs as you pulse around my cock with my name ringing in my ears as you bellow it.”
On second thought, sucking him off until he came could wait for another time. She had missed him too much to wait any longer.
June scooted back on the bed until she lay in the center with her legs splayed open. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”
Rob retrieved one and gloved up before climbing on the bed between her legs. His head dipped down and licked up one thigh, then the other, before burrowing between her legs and tasting her sweet nectar.
June almost came right then and there. She had tried getting herself off with her hand over the past few weeks, but she never felt the way she did now.
June draped her thighs over Rob’s shoulders as he licked and sucked her until an orgasm rocketed through her body.
Rob continued kissing up her body as little tremors shivered over her body.
June wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he rose above her.
Rob’s head lowered, and he took her mouth for a slow burn kiss that left her breathless.
She clasped her thighs against his hips as she felt him adjust and align his cock with her core.
Rob pulled his head back to look her in the eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She grinned, feeling as if her heart might beat out of her chest, she was so happy.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back when he slowly drove himself inside of her. She felt her core open for him as inch by painstaking inch sunk inside of her until their pelvises touched.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Rob groaned into the crook of her neck.
“Me too.” June clung to him as Rob pulled back and drove forward. It was as if a tether had been broken. His hips pistoned, and he took her for a ride where all she could was hold on. Not that June was complaining. She loved it.
Rob leaned back on his knees and pulled June’s thighs up to his chest as his hips snapped forward.
June gasped at the new position. She felt his cock rub against the front of her womb. “Touch yourself,” he grunted as he held her thighs in place.
June reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her passage closed around Rob’s cock, making him groan and start to lose his rhythm before he regained it. It didn’t take June long to come, shuddering in his arms.
Rob wasn’t done though. He dropped her legs and pulled her up so she was straddling him. The crazed look in his eyes was gone as if her two orgasms had eased it. Now his eyes were full of love and adoration.
He rocked inside of her as if he had all the time in the world. One hand was braced on her lower back while his other hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. She felt more connected to him now than ever.
This wasn’t just sex or making love. It was souls connecting and bonding. Tears pricked behind her eyes, but she refused to shed them in fear he’d misinterpret what they meant and ruin the moment.
“I love you,” she said before kissing him. Their tongues danced and dueled for supremacy. June clasped her thighs against his hips and rocked herself over him, needing more friction.
Rob adjusted his hands to brace on her hips and maneuvered her to rotate her hips as he drove up. June’s mouth fell open as she felt herself rising closer to her orgasm with each thrust.
“Come with me,” Rob whispered before he bit down on the cord of her neck as he drove up into her.
June bellowed in pleasure and pain and clamped her thighs closed as the orgasm tore through her like a freight train. Rob grunted, and she felt him pulse inside of her as he climaxed as well.
Rob collapsed on the bed, pulling her with him to drape over his sweat-soaked chest. His heart thumped loudly under her ear. It matched her own heartbeat.
It had been a long and emotional four weeks, but she couldn’t be happier with the end result of being in Rob’s arms. The man she loved.
She probably should have held out longer on sex. After all, they had only been together again a few short hours, and he had broken her heart. But this felt right. Perfect. As if this was where she belonged.