Free Soldier's Women by Megan Ziese Page A

possessive word was a pleasurable groan against her skin as he explored
the soft flesh of her breasts that he now clasped in his hands. She arched her
back to press one breast more firmly into his mouth, almost coming off of the
couch completely as he finally covered the tip with his mouth, sucking on it
until she thought she would surely die of pleasure before he released it and
nuzzled his way across her breasts to the other nipple. She clutched at him
desperately, threading her fingers through his dark hair one moment and running
her hands over the muscular definition of his shoulders and arms the next.
    “You are mine,” he said in a husky whisper against her skin, wandering
downward until his chin met the waistband of her jeans. He shifted upward again,
covering her mouth as he tugged her jeans completely off. He cupped her sex,
stroked the outer lips, and then delved the cleft to find her clit.
    She gasped as he stroked the sensitive bud, inhaling the intoxicating scent
of him. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into a sea of sensations that
were dragging her into a world full of nothing but dark, heated pleasure.
    He shoved her legs apart, grinding his thick cock against her pussy lips.
    “Nigel,” she whispered a little desperately.
    She gasped when he shifted slightly away to drag his dick along her cleft and
connect his body to hers.
    He moaned as he pushed inside of her, feeling her tight flesh enveloping him
slowly. He strained to press deeper, thrust in and out of her a few times to
coat himself with her moisture. “You’re so tight,” he muttered breathlessly, “so
hot.”
    Her sex clenched tightly around his cock at his words, milking him.
    Sucking in a harsh breath, he felt his face twist with the monumental effort
it took just to bury himself another inch.
    She tensed all over as he finally drove home, panting for breath.
    He tensed, as well, struggling against the need to thrust into her like a
wild animal until he came.
    She groaned, shaking her head in pleasure, clawing at his shoulders.
    The feel of her sex tightening around him again, so tightly it was pushing
his cock out, broke his control. Slipping a hand beneath her to tilt her hips
up, he began to thrust into her in deep, short bursts, pounding into her.
    She groaned, arching her head back, her entire body tensing with culmination.
    Grinding his teeth, he struggled to maintain the rhythm she needed to finish
until she began to quake all over, moaning.
    The quakes of her sex drove him beyond sanity. He increased his pace and the
depth of his thrusts, curling his hips to grind them against her when he felt
his body begin to yield up his seed, shuttering and gasping when he managed to
catch a breath between the hard spasms.
    Relief coursed through him when his body finally ceased to convulse.
Exhausted, he lay down beside her on the couch, one arm slung over her, and they
both passed out.

Soldier's Women

Chapter Eight
    Later that night, Nigel awoke to find himself alone on the couch. The little
minx! She had left him! He got up and went to her bedroom in search of her. Sure
enough, he spotted her lying in the middle of her bed in nothing but an old
t-shirt, looking sexy as hell. He supposed it would have made him feel better if
he’d only caught her up taking a shower instead of having discovered that she
had snuck off the couch and had purposefully not woken him up. Oddly enough, he
felt a little abandoned. But, it had only been the first time they’d had sex. He
couldn’t expect her to want to snuggle with a man she hardly knew, but he would
have to remedy the situation. He would have to fuck her senseless. Fuck her
until she couldn’t deny that she wanted him and only him, the father of her
child. They were meant to be together. She was just going to have to accept
that.
    He climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of her, careful not to wake
her.
    She was so beautiful, lying there sleeping,