Free Dance With Me by Kristin Leigh

him so deeply inside of her that Rebecca felt a twinge of pain with each plunge. She lifted her hips, pushing herself against him until the angle was just right, the pressure against her clit perfect and constant. Rebecca clung to him, loving the feel of his rough chest against her nipples, the slickness of sweat that coated their bodies.
    Major increased his pace, hammering against her until Rebecca clenched around him tightly, struggling for the orgasm that hovered so close. Her movements grew frantic, and small moans escaped her with each rough thrust of Major’s hips. He bit down on her neck, and Rebecca’s entire body clenched and held before her orgasm exploded through her. Major’s plunges slowed and became jerky, probably due to the death grip she had on him. Rebecca ground her pelvis against his, working herself up and down his length until the rippling spasms ceased.
    When Rebecca relaxed around him, Major pulled her arms down to her sides and pushed until she was lying on the table. His eyes were glazed with desperation and his hands clenched her hips in a bruising grip.
    Rebecca palmed her breasts, pushing them together beneath his watchful gaze. Major groaned and pounded wildly into her, his eyes darting back and forth from her breasts to their joined bodies. He covered Rebecca’s hands with his and tugged her nipples until they ached.
    A harsh groan was torn from Major’s chest and his pace slowed suddenly. Rebecca felt the hot spurts of his release deep inside and squeezed her pussy around him. He drove into her over and over, each plunge accompanied by the wet sound of sex.
    When the last ounce of pleasure was drained from him, Major leaned over her and placed his hands next to Rebecca’s head. He kissed her softly, massaging her tongue with his.
    Major finally lifted his head and just stared at her, his expression severe and closed once more. His eyes though, his eyes were soft and Rebecca thought she saw a smile for just an instant. He stood, tugging her to a sitting position and pulled his penis from her.
    Rebecca looked down. She barely noticed the burn scar that covered his left hip and thigh. What she did observe, however, was that his dick was still as erect as it had been when he’d first shucked his pants, despite the fact that it was coated in his cum. Rebecca blinked rapidly and looked up at him. Great sex doesn’t happen often.
    “Are you up for a double header?” Rebecca trailed a finger from his collarbone, down his chest and abs, and to the tip of his penis.
    “Looks that way, doesn’t it?” Major didn’t smile or wait for a response. He simply lifted Rebecca with his hands beneath her ass and turned to carry her to the bed.

Chapter 6
    The major stood by Rebecca’s bed, fully clothed and shoes in hand. He soaked her in, trying to commit every detail to memory. The major didn’t have many good memories to call upon, and this was one he didn’t want to fade. He wanted to remember the sound of the rain, softer than it had been earlier; the distant crash of thunder as the storm moved on; the way the moonlight spilled from the window and across Rebecca’s bare form as she slept peacefully.
    The major knew, deep down, that he should forget every second he’d spent in Rebecca’s presence and realign his focus to the mission. After all, it was only a single night, a handful of incredible orgasms, and it may have been a one-night stand for her. But he wouldn’t forget it, couldn’t , because for him it was so much more.
    She’d seen his scars, knew there was blood on his hands, and had accepted him anyway. That meant something to him, dammit, and the major was afraid it might be the last thing that did.
    Rebecca stirred and hummed softly in her sleep, a slight smile turning up her lips. The major drank in the sight of her hungrily, memorizing every curve, line, and curl on her body. He wanted to stay, to crawl back into bed with her and hold her until dawn. He steeled himself