Intermission by Ashley Pullo

unbutton her pajama top (the one with the tiny bulldogs) and run my hands underneath the warm flannel to massage her tits. Fuck – I love her nipples. Women think that men love boobs no matter what, like we get horny just by the cover of National Geographic or paintings of naked women, but perfect tits? Natalie broke the mold.
    I run my finger over her hard nipples while raising my eyebrows like Groucho Marx. She smiles devilishly and reciprocates. We’re both rubbing and tweaking each other’s nipples like blind people discovering a new object. “Ow, shit that hurts, Nat,” I say, pinching as hard as I can. She’s so fucking feisty and I love it.
    A police siren wails on the street below, reminding me that time is in fact real outside this room. But I will never get enough of her and it’s my job to make sure that inside this room, time doesn’t exist.
    I lower my sweatpants in one swift tug to reveal the giant impact her naked body has on me – Nat salutes my cock and curtsies. “Stand down, soldier,” she laughs.
    I use my dick to trace the outline of her panties. “I’m a Marine, not a soldier,” I say while taking a fistful of her hair in my other hand and yanking it gently. She exhales in pleasure and mumbles something inaudible. “Shh,” I say. I press firmly against her clit, creating a rush of warmness that quickly saturates my head. I slowly drop to my knees, kissing every inch of her body on my way down. My tongue skims the outside of her panties, trailing along the contour of her delicate pink lips. I squeeze her hips and then with one quick tug, I rip them off – red fucking lace, an image that will be stored in my spank bank for future use.
    “Oh, Zach,” she moans as my tongue glides deep inside her folds, devouring every drop of sweetness. Her body trembles – but I’ve never made her come this quickly! She shudders again, so I glance up to find her laughing hysterically. Sometimes cold medicine can make a person delirious, but she’s clearly amused by something. I pinch the little leaf tattoo on her hip and gently bite her stomach. She snorts loudly so I stand to confront her awkward outburst.
    “What the hell, Nat?” I ask sweetly.
    “I’m so sorry! I was thinking about when Ralphie gets his decoder pen . . . ‘A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch.’ That part cracks me up every time – and it reminds me of the time Chloe and I saved like a million Coke tabs to send away for neon pink legwarmers – we each got one .” Natalie’s tits bounce in excitement and if I don’t shut her up now, she will continue with another thirty minutes of random conversation.
    “Shut up, Nat.” I say with authority. I’m a goddamn officer in the United States Marine Corps and it’s time to fuck my woman. I kiss her delicately, my tongue tracing the corner of her mouth and then my lips sucking on her tongue. She tastes like peppermint and citrus and I want to consume her completely. My arms tighten around her waist, forcing her hard nipples to scrape against my chest. I grab her ass and squeeze with as much force as I know she can handle. My cock rubs against her pussy – and it’s that one little gesture of intimate contact that takes our relationship from friends to fuckers in about two seconds.
    She kisses me back and grabs onto to my shoulders for support. I lift her onto my hips and move her against the wall. Her legs fold around me as she arches her back and moans. Natalie likes to be taken . . . most strong women do.
    “Oh, Zach. This is so much better than chat room sex,” she says between short breaths. Her tongue moves up and down my neck as her hands clench my shoulders. I place one hand behind the small of her back and the other above her head for support. Natalie tightens her legs around my waist and uses all her muscles to slide around my shaft. God, she feels warm and amazing and with each thrust she molds around my flesh. Her delicate movement coupled with my steady