Free Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) by GP Joyner Page B

on his chest, running her fingers across the broad expanse of his pectoral muscles as they kissed, tracing out shapes, her touch nearly more powerful than the application of her lips on his own.
    He pulled her deeper and deeper into himself, as though in desperate need to consume her, this sweetest of medications, in order to expel as thoroughly as possible the gloom and the darkness. Their loins burned together, aflame with arousal, his masculinity growing strong and firm at her tenderness, yet the prospect of defiling the perfect innocence of her body was nearly too much for him to endure, far too tragic, like the desecration of everything good in the world, yet he felt certain that he would be unable to resist the sweet, sweet temptation.
    They pulled apart after some time, wheezing, gasping for breath after inhaling one another for so long, her perfect breasts heaving wildly, sweat coating their trembling bodies. But still he held his arms wrapped around her, still he held him so close to himself that there was a reasonable danger of suffocation, for fear that if he let go, if he loosened his grip, she would be gone forever, and the one thing that could save him would be forever plied from his hands.
    Accordingly, he pulled her back into him, their lips once again meeting, sliding across one another, tongues entwining, licking, lapping, swirling and sucking, as down below their hands explored one another furiously, feeling out the soft and firm terrain of one another's body's, the heat and the slickness of perspiration over the rippling contours of muscle and curves. As though for support, he reached up and cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands, squeezing tightly on them, letting his fingers work through the soft, luscious flesh, pressing on the nipples with the tips of his fingers, causing them to grow hard and erect with arousal, and a series of soft, pleasurable whimpers to seep from her sweet, soft lips into him.
    Their heads grew light with the passion of their kisses, and he could feel the weight of his troubles diminishing, disappearing, like an intense burden being lifted from his shoulders, replaced with a powerful internal swelling of sorts, an inner expansion, all-encompassing and all-consuming, and oh so, so sweet.
    Almost as beautiful as the warmth of his body as he touched and groped and caressed, was the feeling in return of her own fingers trickling down along his skin like raindrops, mapping out the muscular terrain of his body, dancing across every surface, every nook and cranny, sweeping and pressing and feeling. And that was precisely it- feeling. The fact that someone could love this body of his, could somehow derive pleasure from touching it, holding it, feeling it, was perhaps the primary source of this indescribable feeling, growing inside as well as he was outside, his internal evolution from something barely human to something light as air and overpowered with the beauty of life.
    He shuddered with absolute delight as those tender, gentle hands fell beneath his waistline, the fingers curling around the shaft of his erect masculinity, seizing him in her grip, possessing him as he needed so desperately to be possessed. He tried to stare at her through the haze of his pleasure, to witness the sheer beauty of the woman now touching him, but it was as though the combined effect of her manual efforts and her immense, almost celestial glory were too much for him, and he was forced to close his eyes as she stroked him, shutting out the sensory overload, and subsisting on nothing but the absolute perfection of sexual pleasure.
    Her wrist worked and pushed and pumped, pushing the skin of his manhood up to his tip, and then pulling it back down to its base, holding it taut, and letting the sensation mount, burning, building, pulsing in a powerful, radiant glow through his body, only to be released once more, both cruelly and mercifully, because he knew that it would come back to him again in a moment,