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  “How long has it been since you had a lover?”

  I choked on my own saliva. My body surged so hard my dick hurt. All I wanted to do was fuck her and I had to give her these bullshit excuses. My heart began a crazy beat. I could feel my blood crashing in my ears. “A really fucking long time,” I muttered.

  “How long?” she pressed softly.

  There was a distant memory, so distant it was goddamn sad. A woman who mattered for a weekend. It was on a beach. A prostitute, but kind. She looked at my dick, and kissed me on the lips to show me that I was not repulsive to her. “You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot, soldier,” she said. When she was leaving she told me to call her if I ever needed relief again, but I never did. While I was emptying my cock inside her throat, I was back in Mosul. The white light was exploding all around me, and Valerie was lying in bloody pieces.

  “Over a year,” I whispered. “Closer to two.”

  “Huh … that’s not what I expected at all,” she said with a smile. “You are so darn sexy I don’t know how any woman is expected to keep her hands off you.”

  Oh, Lara, Lara, my doll. Look at you, saying all the right things. My whole body felt like it was on fire. “Are you actually trying to seduce me? Me? The guy with the fucking burnt face. If you are it’s fucking working.”

  When she stepped forward again and pressed her hands on my shoulders, I had a tough time even thinking about anything else but the gorgeous body that lay underneath her clothes.

  “Lara … are you fucking sure about this?” I whispered hoarsely.

  Her answer was to press herself against me as fully as she could. I let her delectable weight push into me. Then I lowered us onto the sleeping bag. To my surprise she climbed right on top of me with no shyness or hesitation at all.

  Sinking her hands into my hair she held my face as her lips and tongue worked magic over my mouth, then slowly moved, dropping butterfly kisses all down my chin. By the time she kissed my neck, I knew I was at the point of no return.

  “This is your last warning,” I said. “Go any lower and I’m gonna be inside you all fucking night.”

  “Promise?”

  Her giggle was that of a carefree child that didn’t know better. It frightened the shit out of me. I pulled back, but she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me closer, closer, closer.

  “I’ve offered my body to you, please don’t say no,” she said in a quiet voice.

  She obviously had no doubts whatsoever, and suddenly, neither did I. Fuck, it wouldn’t be crushing a flower under my boot. It would be more like taking it out by its roots and planting it on my soil so that it would be mine forever. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both over onto the sleeping bag, pushing up with my legs until we were both stretched out on it properly. Her head was on my pillow as I hovered above her, and I swear I had never seen anything more beautiful, more innocent, or more delicious than her. I was shaking with the desire.

  “You’re mine, goddammit,” I growled like a fucking Neanderthal.

  “Yes,” she growled back fiercely. She was like no woman I knew. She cared nothing for niceties.

  Then her hands were everywhere. I had rarely been with anyone so eager and it pleased me. I liked it that the little pussycat was a tigress in the sack. I kissed her until she was panting with need. That was what was so unusual and refreshing about her. She didn’t pretend to be cool or sophisticated. She made love in the same way she ate cupcakes. With complete abandon. Enjoying every second of it.

  I hadn’t removed a single stitch of clothing yet, but that was definitely next on my agenda as she arched her back and pulled restlessly at the hem of her sweater. With a few simple movements it was off, and I was staring at a pair of luscious, full breasts encased in a whisper of lace.

  I ran my lips up the curve of her breast. Her perfume was stronger here, and I let my tongue explore, hoping to find the tangy spot where she had sprayed it. She gasped as I made my way down her stomach, then back up again, teasing her.

  “Take your shirt off,” she demanded. “I want to feel your skin.”

  Twenty-five

  Kit

  I sat up and did exactly as she asked. When I lowered myself back down on top of her, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so tightly against her that my weight pressed her into the floor.

  “You won’t be able to breathe,” I warned.

  “Just stay here a minute,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her lips open in pleasure. I kissed her lips again, unable to resist the fullness of them, and she held me there as long as she could before taking a deep, gasping breath. “You feel so damn good.”

  I slipped my fingertip underneath the lace of her bra. The nipple hiding under there was hard and full. I touched it gently and she arched into my hair, looking for more. “Do you always wear bras this sexy?”

  “The panties match,” she said with a wicked grin. “You really should look.”

  “Oh, you think so?” I marveled at how eager she was. She had absolutely no inhibitions about her body. Even the most beautiful women I had been with had hang ups about something and required lots of reassurance that I found them attractive. Lara had none! She didn’t know how to compare.

  I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, teasing both of us with the reveal. Sure enough, the panties matched.

  “Were you looking to get lucky?” I asked, taking my lips on an adventurous trail down her belly to the top of those panties.

  “Actually, I always wear things like this,” she admitted. “I like all the different textures.”

  I licked along the top of the panties, right where they met her skin. She gasped and clenched my hair with her hands. I pulled her jeans down more, and she wiggled her hips until they were down her legs. When I finally got them off, she wrapped those long, smooth legs around my shoulders.

  It was all the invitation I needed.

  I kissed and licked my way up her thighs. She writhed underneath me, her anticipation of what was coming evident in the completely soaked crotch of her panties. I pushed my hand against it, and the moan that came from her was enough to make my cock pulse.

  Almost breathless with excitement, I pulled the material to one side – I needed to see all of her – and looked at her pussy. Fuck me. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. So fucking pink and sweet, and cushioned under soft panties that clung so lovingly to her gorgeous ass.

  The whole thing was like a work of art that belonged in a goddamn art museum, or a shrine. One of those places where people reached on their hands and knees, but an uncivilized heathen like me, I stuck my watering mouth right where it was dripping.

  She groaned at the first stroke of my tongue along the dewy puffy folds. Her pretty little pussy was as soft as the petals of a flower and as sweet as holy nectar. My tongue delved deeper as I ate greedily. Her smell intoxicated me and I couldn’t get enough.

  My hungry slurping drew even louder moans from her as I hit on the spots she loved the most. She pushed her fingers through my hair and arched her hips up to me, giving me more access.

  I began drawing designs all over her with my tongue. When I hit a spot that made her shiver and go tense with pleasure, I held her tighter to my mouth and kept at it, rubbing, licking, sucking, worshiping until I found a rhythm that made her moan with ecstasy and her body squirm like a small eel.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” she snarled, driven purely by pleasure.

  Don’t worry sweetheart. I ain’t stopping for nothing. I sucked the engorged button, hard. It took less than a minute before her body became a hard bow. She pushed her clit even deeper into my mouth, and let out a long wail that bounced off the walls. She collapsed underneath me, limp, and completely sated … not for long. Her little cunt throbbed under my tongue with the power of her orgasm.

  “Doggone it, that felt so good!” she said with a shout of laughter.

  Sticky-sweet honey was all around my mouth and
I licked it clean before I lay down beside her. I rubbed my palm on her nipple over the lace of her bra. It was as hard as a stone. It didn’t take long for her to catch her breath and rise up on her elbow.

  She grinned at me. “Now it’s your turn.”

  Her searching hands found the button of my jeans and slid the zip down. She fumbled a bit so I helped her push my denims off. As soon as they got to my ankles I kicked them haphazardly away.

  Now there was nothing between us but a pair of old boxers. I lifted my hips and she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the thin material down, and my dick jumped to full attention before her. It was throbbing so much to get inside her silky warmth it actually hurt.

  Patience, Kit, patience.

  Moving on her hands and knees, she climbed up to my thighs and sat nude and upright on them, her wet open pussy rubbing on my flesh. In the firelight she was glorious. She slid her hands up my thighs. They were smooth and delicious on my skin. One hand stumbled upon my upright cock then immediately curled around it. We gasped in unison. Me with the sudden thrill of her soft hand fisting my cock, and her with the shock at my size.

  “You’re so huge,” she whispered in wonder.

  “Yeah,” I smirked. I knew I was big. I’d been told often enough.

  Her hands ran lightly along the shaft and over the pulsing veins. My cock jerked at her touch. Her hand was cool and sure as she slowly slid her fingers up, feeling every inch of me with her sculptor’s hands. It was as though she was memorizing me, testing the texture of my skin, exploring me in a way that no other woman had.

  “Your skin is like satin, but he seems angry. Is he?” she asked, her face filled with curiosity and tilted to one side.

  “No, sweetheart. He’s not angry. He’s just too fucking excited at the thought of filling every inch of your wet pussy.”

  She blushed prettily. “He reminds me of a wild bull.”

  “That’s right. He’s just waiting for the gates to open so he can ride on in.”

  “Will all of him fit inside me?” she asked in a voice filled with wonder.

  “We’ll take it slow,” I reassured.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not afraid at all. I want all of him inside me.”

  “Good, because I am dying to be inside you.”

  “Can I taste you first?” she asked.

  I wanted to say something, but I swear, I had gone and lost the power of speech.

  Twenty-six

  Kit

  I watched, mesmerized, as she tossed her shining curls back over her shoulder, and almost in slow motion lowered her mouth toward me, torturing me with the wait. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down in sensuously caressing strokes, while her breath blew gently over the head of my cock.

  As I watched, she opened her mouth and fitted it over the head of my cock. I clenched the cheap sleeping bag with both hands to keep some semblance of control. It wasn’t just that it had been so long since I’d been with a woman, it was because that she was so instinctively sexy, so beautiful, and everything I ever wanted. Now she was on my living room floor, doing wicked things to my body.

  It was almost more than I could take.

  She slid further down, then came back up. I shuddered with pleasure as she gently swirled her tongue in circles around me, going further down each time, until she worked her mouth as far down as she could go. She licked the slit dripping with pre-cum, considered the taste, then licked again. “Mmm … tasty.”

  She kept her lips soft on the way down and sucked hard as she came back up as if she was milking me for more cum. It was so sexy, such a turn on, that she liked the taste of my cum. I groaned, suddenly on the verge of a humungous climax.

  “Do you want me to come inside your mouth or inside your pussy?” I grunted.

  “Inside my pussy,” she mumbled with her mouth full.

  “Then you better fucking stop that, because I can’t last much longer,” I groaned.

  “Okay,” she said, but went back down to sucking the hell out of my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to hold off, but fuck me, I was going to explode in her mouth if she carried on one second longer.

  “Lara, stop,” I growled, grabbing her head.

  She released my cock in the most provocative way possible, by running the tip of her tongue all the way upward. Then she sat back and licked her lips. “I didn’t know a man’s cock could be so delicious,” she said cheekily.

  I pulled her away from me and set her down beside me. There was a box of condoms somewhere. Were they already expired? Fuck if I knew. It had been a really long time.

  “Wait here,” I ordered and vaulted upwards. I went to the kitchen, grabbed the box, and as I walked back to the sitting room, pulled one out. As I began to open it, Lara surprised me. “Let me feel what you are doing,” she said.

  Putting a condom on had never felt so intimate. Her hands were on me as I unrolled it and slipped it on. She helped me pull it down until it was where it belonged, then she excited me by climbing on top. She braced herself with her hands against my shoulders. I pushed up to her, and rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. Instead of pressing down on me, she paused. The first sign of hesitation I had seen from her since she came down to me.

  “Lara?”

  “I just want you to know that,” she whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”

  It took a moment for that to sink in. “You’ve never done what before?” I asked slowly.

  “This,” she said simply.

  I was stunned. What the fuck? She had been so eager and so … accomplished. I simply took it for granted that she was experienced. The fact that she had never done it with anybody scared the shit out of me. I’d never been the one to make anybody bleed before. Fuck, I’d be fucking a goddamn virgin! But my cock surged even harder, if such a thing were possible at the thought that I would go where no other man had gone.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. “Because this is a big thing … what if you regret this later?”

  “I won’t,” she whispered into my mouth. “I want it to be you.”

  “It might hurt a little.”

  “I don’t care,” she said, and wiggled her hips over me, then slowly began to slide down, taking me one slow inch at a time. I slid my hands over her back, cupped her waist, and slid them down to stroke her hips encouragingly. Curling upwards I gently kissed her neck as she lowered herself onto me. An inch down and she tensed up.

  “Oh,” she cried.

  “It’s okay. It’ll only hurt for a bit,” I encouraged. Her pussy was so hot and tight I had to fight not to cum.

  She nodded and pushed another inch down. “Ah,” she cried again. Then she took a deep breath and plunged downwards, screaming as she went down my hot girth. She stopped and remained suspended three-quarters of the way down. Sucking in her breath, she put her hands underneath her to feel how much more cock there was too go. To her surprise there was more.

  “You don’t have to go all the way this time,” I soothed.

  “Okay,” she said. Her voice was hoarse.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah. It feels like I’ve been ripped in half.”

  “Just move slowly up and down and the pain will go away,” I said softly, reaching a hand out to gently stroke her cheek. She was so beautiful. So brave. So perfect. I could hardly believe she was mine.

  She began to move slowly and she really was so fucking tight I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth.

  “Oh, Kit. It feels good. Really good. I feel so full and so … stretched,” she whispered as she rode me. There was a long sigh from her, but then she slid all the way down, engulfing me completely.

  I groaned. My control was already slipping. I could feel the gathering momentum begin, but I wanted to make this good for her. I grabbed her hips and held her still. “Give me a minute,” I hissed through my teeth.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked worriedly.

  “No. I just need a little bre
ak. I’m too close to coming.”

  She stayed very still on top of me, and I watched the light dancing on her skin and I thought about what a bastard I was to take her innocence knowing what I knew. It worked. Almost too well. The guilt almost made me go soft.

  When I loosened my grip, she began to grind herself on me, moving back and forth. At first her movements were all jerks, stops, and starts, which I was actually grateful for since it made it easier for me to hold my climax, but she quickly got the hang of it, and her rocking became smooth and steady. She leaned forward, and soon she was getting the most out of every stroke. I watched her throw her head back, her mouth open with appreciation. Then she was bouncing on me like someone riding a bull.

  “You feel so good,” she panted.

  When I couldn’t hold on much longer I reached down between us and touched her clit. She cried out in pleasure, but kept moving while I stroked it in time with her movements. Soon her body began quivering over me as she moved faster and faster. That’s when I joined in, pumping my hips up to meet her while my fingers kept up a steady pace.

  “Come for me,” I urged when I felt her pussy squeeze me like a vice.

  She suddenly did, with a shout. I grabbed her hips and held her tight against me, letting her little pussy milk me until I sailed right past the point of no return. I came so hard it made me dizzy. The intense pleasure went on and on, longer than it ever had before, and when I opened my eyes Lara collapsed over me, breathing hard, her body still trembling against mine.

  “Oh my God,” I murmured.

  There was that laugh again, bubbling up from deep in her belly. She jerked with laughter as she wrapped her arms around me.

  “That was so awesome,” she giggled. “How long before we can do it again?”

  Twenty-seven

  Kit

  Pale sun streamed in through the window, waking me up only a few hours after we had finally collapsed with exhaustion. I lay there for a moment, feeling the soreness from muscles that hadn’t been used in far too long. Then, almost as if I couldn’t quite believe what I would see, I looked over to my right at the most beautiful girl in the world, lying naked in my bed.