Free Disarm by June Gray Page A

performed a minor miracle by straddling his large body in the passenger seat of my narrow Prius. His hands roamed everywhere, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as he ravaged me with kisses. My fingers made swift work of undoing his pants and I gripped his shaft, guiding the tip to my entrance. His hands squeezed my hips, urging me to take him all at once, but I took my time sliding down, relishing the feel of him stretching me once again.
    â€œElsie,” he whispered against my neck. He groaned when he was all the way in. Henry was home.
    He lifted my shirt up and unclasped my bra, burying his face in my breasts. “I love you,” he said through a mouthful of nipple.
    I grasped the back of his head and kissed him roughly as I slid up and down on his engorged member. I ground my hips into his and experienced a brand-new sensation that quickly sent me reeling toward the edge. Henry clutched my hips once more and took control, slamming me onto his lap over and over.
    I threw my head back and came with a force that took my breath away, waves of pleasure streaking through the very center of me.
    A few strokes later, Henry gave a shout, his rear lifting up off the seat as he climaxed.
    We sat there panting, his face still pressed against my chest. “I can’t believe I lived without that for so long,” he said against my pounding heart.
    All I could do was nod in agreement. We’d survived.
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    Beth said that when Sam came home from his first deployment it was as if nothing had changed, but from the moment Henry walked into our apartment, he looked out of place. He dropped his bags by the front door and ventured into the living room with a bewildered look on his face.
    â€œSomething’s changed,” he said with a frown.
    â€œWhat? I haven’t moved anything.” I’d purposefully kept things as they were, partly because I wanted to preserve his memory and partly because I didn’t want him to feel like a stranger in his own home.
    He walked over to the mantel and picked up a new picture frame, the only thing that had changed in the entire place. “This is new,” he said, gazing at the picture of him, Jason, and me when we’d gone skiing in Colorado a few years ago.
    â€œI’ve always loved that one,” I said, walking over and hugging him from behind. “I figured we needed some pictures around here.”
    He put down the frame and held my hands closer to his chest as he took a deep breath. “It’s so weird to be back here.”
    I pressed my cheek against his back, taking in his scent. “It feels good from this angle.”
    He turned in my arms with a wicked smile. “Let’s see if my bed feels the same,” he said and lifted me up off my feet. I felt light-headed as he carried me into his room and laid me on his bed. His eyes roamed all over me, taking me in like a blind man who can see again. He began to unbutton his gray ABU coat, his eyes never leaving my face.
    I found it hard to breathe as I watched him pull his tan shirt over his head and step out of his pants. He stood before me, completely at ease with his masculine nakedness.
    My eyes flew all over his body, not knowing where to land. His chest and abdominals were more defined and his arms were definitely larger, among other things that also seemed to have increased in size.
    I crawled over the bed and made my way to him, and with a saucy smile, I took hold of his penis and licked its tip.
    He drew in a breath and tangled his fingers in my hair.
    I took him into my mouth slowly, driving him crazy with anticipation. When his tip nudged my throat, I wound my fingers around the rest of him and began a gentle sucking and tugging motion.
    He looked at me, his blue eyes blazing with fierce desire and something else, something that looked like possessiveness. His fingers pushed at the back of my head, urging me to go deeper, faster. I was only too happy to oblige, enjoying the