Army Fatigues

Oh my… I reached my own hands round his neck and pressed my lips against his, groaning softly as that warm tongue slid between them, more confident now, more possessive. He continued to undo his jacket; I got impatient with waiting and disengaged slightly, undoing the remaining buttons myself from the bottom up, then reaching in, wanting to rub against that warm, muscular chest. Damn, my own jacket was getting in the way. I removed it with more speed than elegance, although the keen way those beautiful dark eyes watched me shed it, then swept slowly over my upper body, lingering just for a minute on my chest, made me blush. Well, I’d left embarassment and shyness behind when I decided to proposition a man I’d known barely a day, and given that my legs were still wrapped around his waist that was definitely a good thing. I reached inside his jacket, stretching a little to get my arms around that broad back, and pulled him against me. He smelled good, a mixture of soap and beer and clean male, just very faintly musky.

He leaned forwards gently, pressing himself against me again. Our bodies were rubbing against each other with no inhibitions, no holding back, and I could feel the tension in the powerful back muscles under my hands. One big hand was tangled in my hair, holding my head still, whilst the other was slowly making its way underneath my T-shirt and along my spine. I loved the way he didn’t go straight for the obvious spots, whilst at the same time hoping like hell that he’d get there soon; I was already imagining those lips kissing me with that same smooth, powerful rhythm in several other places that were crying out for attention.

He was slowly kissing his way along my neck, featherlight kisses, then those lips were against my ear, nibbling and sucking deliciously. I moaned softly and arched against him, shifting my hips until I was pressing against the tip of his erection, and was rewarded with a soft groan, my name murmured in that deep New York accent into my ear. I called out his, and was shocked and aroused at the naked need in my own voice. It had been a very long time for me, and I was rapidly losing any self-control I’d started out with. He was shifting his own hips against mine, slow, small thrusts in exactly the right spot, and his hand was tugging at the hem of my T-shirt. I wriggled gracefully, helping him work it off and over my head, then nudged at the collar of his jacket until he shed that onto the ground behind him.

Which left me a little over-dressed… that hand on my back was joined by his other hand, his mouth recapturing mine, hips still moving rhythmically against my body and if we weren’t careful it was going to be all over for me soon. I shut my eyes as he deftly undid my bra, fingertips trailing over my skin as he very, very gently slid the straps down my shoulders. He had a knack for touching very gently at first, asking permission with his fingertips rather than storming in and taking. It was knack I’d have to try and master, because the sight of him naked from the waist up, flat belly, powerful chest and arms and shoulders outlined in the pale light from the window, familiar handsome face looking at me with a mixture of awe, fascination and desire, inspired some very primitive instincts indeed.

This close to him, the size difference between us was more obvious. I’m not weak, but he was so obviously stronger, so very male… to be that close to that much strength and to feel the control he had over himself was almost overwhelming, it would have been intimidating if I hadn’t been so thoroughly aroused. Nearly a day of wondering exactly what he would look like out of those fatigues, of imagining those very skillful fingers exploring me, those sleepy eyes fascinated by my body, combined with the high from the very intense experiences we’d both had in the last 48 hours, had woken all my nerve-endings and almost the only thought in my head was to lose the rest of our clothes and possess that warm, wonderful body completely.

As he dropped his head to my breasts, kissing delicately in a spiral, drawing agonisingly slowly close to my nipples which were aching for him to kiss them, had been for long minutes, I lost even that much coherence. I could hear myself crying out as he sucked at them, warm tongue lapping gently against one of them whilst his hand cupped the other, stroking a little faster now. My back arched, pressing me against him as he kissed his way slowly down my belly, to my belt buckle, then, frustratingly, back up again. Not that his kisses didn’t feel good anywhere, but this was just torment… He must have seen the annoyance in my eyes as he looked up at me, dark eyes almost mischievous, wicked smile playing on those lips.

Okay, well, if we were playing games, I favoured the direct approach. I leaned forward and gently caught him under his arms, pulling upwards, guiding him until he was standing, then pressed my lips against his chest. I felt him take a deep breath as I repeated the same technique on him, delicately drawing his left nipple into my mouth, licking very slowly as my hands played up and down his spine. I kept going for as long as I could bear it, as his breathing deepened and grew faster, then very slowly, worked my hands around his waist to his stomach. I looked up into those eyes, mouth still busy, then smiled and slid my hand down, relishing the feel of warm skin and smooth muscle underneath it.

I have small hands and it was relatively easy to get my right hand in between his stomach and the waistband of his fatigues pants. I felt those strong hands of his tighten compulsively on my shoulders as I explored slowly further down until I reached warm, smooth, velvety flesh and heard him gasp as I wrapped my fingers around him. The sheer pleasure of doing this for him was incredible, sending little thrills through me as he pushed against my hand, thrusting in and out in a very controlled rhythm that immediately had an effect on me. I could feel my body responding, warming, opening, ready for him, just as he was responding to me, growing bigger, harder, flexing against my hand…. I began undoing his pants, intending to lick my hand to make this a little easier, when Bobby reached down and delicately tipped my head up to look him in the eyes.

“Ah… if you want this to last much longer… that’s not a great idea right now…” he choked out, voice hoarse, longing obvious in his voice. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees in front of me, and those fingers were busy for an annoying minute or two with my bootlaces. “You, too,” I murmured, and he obligingly undid his own boots, so that we were both clad only in our fatigues pants, and in my case, not in those for very long, as he reached for my waistband. I shuffled my butt a little as he slowly guided my pants and panties over my hips, letting them fall as his hands came to rest on my hips, that incredibly deft, skilful mouth planting a kiss on my belly, the very lightness of his touch waking up all my nerve endings. Oh God… my legs opened as his head dropped lower, soft dark hair between my thighs… ohhhh… his tongue had found a perfect rhythm and I was crying out softly now, aware that any minute now I should probably tell him to stop if he wanted this to continue any longer…

I was having to sit on my hands, because it was the only way to resist the overwhelming urge to bury them deep in the that smooth dark hair and rub myself against his mouth until I came there and then. From somewhere I managed to find enough self-control to gently push at his shoulders, trying to give him that message. He looked up, straight into my eyes, and we could each see the same thoughts, mirrored, the same desire. Wordlessly, he rose up, stepping gracefully out of his own pants and turning away from me briefly to shove one of the heavier packing crates against the door. He turned back to me, completely naked.

I slithered down from the boxes against the wall, aware that given the height difference between us, trying to do it standing up was going to give us a few problems. Although, after my little exploration, I’d let go of a slight fear I’d had that he might prove to be somewhat too much of a good thing. Not scary, I’d found, just perfectly in proportion, as I could see clearly now, and given how ready I was for him, I wanted to feel myself stretching around him, that big body on top of mine. We each paused then, silhoutted in the pale light, and it was one of those rare, wonderful moments when you make love and each know that the other is thinking exactly the same thing: I want to fix this image in my head so that I can never forget it.

Almost unhurriedly, I stepped across to a wide, flat row of boxes and boxes of fatigues, plastic-wrapped and squashy and perfect for what I had in mind. I lay down on them and held out my arms, and Bobby Goren joined me on them. The feel of his naked body against mine, those powerful arms wrapping around me, was so wonderfully intense. We paused briefly in the interests of being careful (and why they haven’t invented one that goes on more easily and doesn’t require minor cursing and giggles, I’ll never know), and then returned more urgently to the matter in hand. I was expecting him to slide on top of me, my legs already half-open, and was surprised when he remained beside me, hands caressing - which was fine, but dammit, we’d DONE that already - muscles quivering.

“Don’t you want to?” I asked as softly as I could.

He sighed, deeply, hands pausing. “I want to TOO badly… I don’t want to just throw myself on top of you and take you…”

Afterwards, I wondered if he’d said that deliberately, knowing the effect it would have on me. The thought of my having that effect on him, of that powerful, huge body on top of me, taking me, satisfying his needs and mine… a very, very primitive impulse stirred within me and I reached forward, placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed firmly, shoving him onto his back, long body stretched out before me. I swung my leg across him so that I was kneeling above his waist, ignoring him, almost, for a few seconds whilst I reached behind me and gripped him firmly. I wriggled backwards, slowly, groaning very softly as he slipped inside me very easily. I took it at my own pace, taking as much as I could, as easily as I could, until, towards the end, he thrust upwards, burying himself deep within me.

I looked up to see his face, flushed, staring at me, openly devouring my body with his eyes as I reared up above him, a large part of me wanting to yell that he was MINE, dammit, and right now the world could come to an end and I wouldn’t fucking care. His hips moved gently, stroking inside me, and for a while, we stayed like that, simply savouring the delicious feel of me wrapped around him, the sights of each other, naked, the delicious little groans he made when I squeezed tight around him. Suddenly, he raised himself up slightly, and I bent forward to hear him. He took advantage of this to reach up with one hand and caress my breasts, much more roughly than before, but I was ready for that now. I suddenly realised I was very, very close to the edge, which was unusual for me, but this whole situation was so far removed from reality that it seemed only right.

“Lean back a little,” he murmured, gently pushing at my hips. “Beautiful Sienna, so very lovely, so very fucking sexy… lean back just a little bit...” I did as I was being asked, feeling him thrust carefully inside me, almost as if he was exploring… then he hit one spot that felt about twice as good as all the others, and I cried out again and again as he moved inside me with incredible control, just the right amount of pressure. I was aware that he was watching my face, and didn’t care, just so long as he didn’t stop. One strong thumb pushed in between our bodies, stimulating my clitoris very teasingly, oh GOD, this was a man who’d learned that the gentle touch there is what’s needed, he built up to a perfect rhythm and I could no longer hold back, I was screaming his name as I came with him sunk deep inside me, crying out with the intensity.

I was still sobbing, my body still spasming, as I felt his hands reach out and settle firmly on my hips, clamping me tight against him. I half-expected him to roll us over, certainly I was more than prepared to do that for him, to welcome him into me and let him take his pleasure, but I realised swiftly that that wasn’t going to happen. I could feel at last exactly how strong he was, thrusting with my weight on top of him as easily as if I weighed nothing, deep, powerful thrusts that were almost too much for me. I reached forward and took his mouth with mine, possessing him as he possessed me. I could feel him thrusting more urgently now, the wild, powerful, thrusts that it’s impossible for a guy to fake, and cried out again as he buried his mouth against my shoulder, muffling his howls of pleasure against me. I was vaguely aware that I was going to have a fairly large bruise there tomorrow morning, but didn’t care, because I was still coming, his thrusts prolonging it for me as I felt the deep, throbbing pulse of his climax inside me, that huge body shuddering underneath me, heaving for breath, both of us wet with sweat, breathing the other’s scent. Ohhhh… but that was good, better than I’d had for longer than I could remember…

I was vaguely aware of him guiding me off him, reaching for his jacket and draping it over ourselves, but didn’t care, because I was blissed out on oxytocin and aftershocks and the sheer pleasure of snuggling against the warm, wonderful man I’d just made love to, Bobby, my Bobby, and as he pulled me against him and stroked my back, murmuring softly into my ear, I could not possibly have been happier, cuts, bruises and having cheated death all forgotten. I would never, ever, regret this night.