carefully stand without waking her. She looks miserable on the small sofa, so I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. Natalie’s eyes flutter open and a sly smile invades her peaceful face.
“You’re so strong,” she purrs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I respond.
I place her on her feet and rest my hand on her cheek. It’s not as flushed as before and she hasn’t coughed in over an hour. She moves her hands to my wrist and peels my palm off her flesh, taking her time to kiss the inside crease of my thumb. Her supple lips glide along each of my fingers until she lingers on the middle one, sucking it slowly . . . “Natalie, I—”
“Shh . . .” she whispers as she moves her hands to my chest.
Natalie lifts my t-shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. She kisses my chest, licks my nipples and bites my ribs, making me shrill like a ticklish little girl. I 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 crotch and curtsies. “Stand down, soldier,” she teases.
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, creating a rush of warmness that saturates my tip. 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 – sexy, red lace, an image that will be stored in my spank bank for future use.
“Oh, Zach,” she moans as my tongue glides between her thighs, 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 so loudly that I’m forced to 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. 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.
“You’re so strong,” she purrs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I respond.
I place her on her feet and rest my hand on her cheek. It’s not as flushed as before and she hasn’t coughed in over an hour. She moves her hands to my wrist and peels my palm off her flesh, taking her time to kiss the inside crease of my thumb. Her supple lips glide along each of my fingers until she lingers on the middle one, sucking it slowly . . . “Natalie, I—”
“Shh . . .” she whispers as she moves her hands to my chest.
Natalie lifts my t-shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. She kisses my chest, licks my nipples and bites my ribs, making me shrill like a ticklish little girl. I 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 crotch and curtsies. “Stand down, soldier,” she teases.
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, creating a rush of warmness that saturates my tip. 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 – sexy, red lace, an image that will be stored in my spank bank for future use.
“Oh, Zach,” she moans as my tongue glides between her thighs, 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 so loudly that I’m forced to 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. 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.
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