Page 27 of Mending Me

Icouldn’t hold myself back from her for another minute.

Hearing her say she felt the same way I did pushed all of the worries out of my head. As I pressed my lips to hers, she met me with a force. She was nothing short of a wild spark running rampant in a dry brush. What she wanted, she got. And right now, she wanted me.

And I wanted her right back.

She held my face to hers with both hands as our lips crashed into one another. Our kisses were reminiscent of the ones we shared last night, but these ones felt deeper, more connected. Now that there was no question about how we felt about one another, there was no hesitation in acting on those feelings. I loved how her hands felt on my face, soft yet strong.

Just like my Bailey.

She pulled me in tighter and unraveled her crossed legs, inviting me to move closer. I looped one arm behind her back and slowly laid her down, bringing myself to rest gently on top of her. Holding myself up on one elbow, I brushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes out of the way. I didn’t want anythingblocking my view of her perfect, deep blue eyes. I wanted to see her looking back at me as we became one for the first time.

“You know this isn’t why I came here tonight, right?” I nudged her face to one side with my chin so I could kiss her exposed neck. She sucked in a breath as my lips made contact with the soft spot behind her ear.

“It’s okay if it is why you came here,” she purred into my ear, setting my entire body on fire with just one sentence.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I didn’t want her to say no, but I also wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I believed in getting consent no matter what.

She hesitated slightly before saying, “I want this. I want you. Make me yours, Hank.”

She didn’t need to ask me twice.

I pushed back on my knees and lifted my shirt from my head, tossing it onto the floor. She watched as I stripped it off and my pride inflated when I watched her eyes grow with pleasure. Between my years of military training and my daily workouts, I was in the best shape of my life. Her fingers reached up and trailed down my torso, feeling every single muscle on the way down.

“Damn, soldier, I’m going to need your ab workout so I can get me some of these,” she smirked as lust filled her eyes. The fact that she thought she was anything short of perfect already made me a heat rise in my core. Leaning down, I wrapped one hand around the side of her neck and stopped just before my lips met hers again.

“You’re already perfect just the way you are, hermosa?1. Don’t ever think you need to change anything about yourself.”

“I don’t know what that word meant but I like the sound of it.” Her lips were pulled into a smile that showed off all her teeth. It was a smile I’d seen many times before and one I came to long for when she wasn’t around. She wrapped her arms aroundme and pulled me in with desperation. Our bodies were already flush together, but it wasn’t enough for her. It wasn’t enough for me either.

Our lips clashed together as our hands explored one another’s bodies freely for the first time. As her hands ran down my back, I felt her hesitate for the slightest instant when they brushed over the long scars that criss crossed my skin. They had faded over the years, but the welts could still be felt when you touched them. Not wanting to ruin the moment with an explanation, I quickly flipped her over so that she was on top of me. A small laugh escaped her lips when her hair fell from on top of her head and covered us both. She placed both hands on my chest and pushed herself up so she was sitting on my lap.

As she worked to tame her hair on the top of her head, my hands rested on her muscular thighs. I watched as her body reacted as my thumbs slipped under her shorts and grazed the thin fabric of the panties she wore underneath. Once her hair was tied up, she gave me a coy look and started to undo the small white buttons that held her shirt closed. My cock was now standing at attention and my mouth started to water as I watched her undo each button at a painfully slow pace. Once the last one was undone, she looked at me and waited. All I could see was a small strip of flesh that ran from the hem of her shorts all the way up to her neck.

“Well, soldier,” she started, desire dripping from her words, “you gonna take this off of me or what?”

I looked up at the woman who had come into my life just a few weeks ago and wondered how we had gotten here so quickly. The girl I spotted across the gym but was too chicken-shit to go up and say hello to. A woman I didn’t even think I was good enough to be with in the first place, yet she was asking me to make her mine.

My Bailey.

My blondie.

Mi hermosa.?2

I pulled myself up enough to slowly slip the shoulders of the shirt down her arms. When she pulled her arms from it, I tossed it onto the floor where my own shirt had been discarded. With my head resting on the pillow, I looked up and took in every beautiful inch of her my eyes could see. Her smooth, creamy skin. How her collarbone created a divet in her shoulder that I wanted to kiss. The way her waist came in to form a perfect hourglass shape. And her two perfectly shaped breasts. Not too big, but not too small, they formed a shape that my hands longed to feel. Her nipples were a soft pink color that I would remember forever.

“What do you think? You like what you see?” she asked playfully, but there was a hint of something else in her tone. Nervousness? Shyness? Whatever it was, I was going to make sure she never felt that way with me again.

“I think,” my hand reached up and pulled her down so her chest was flush with mine once more, “you’re perfect.”

Feeling her exposed skin on my chest made me even harder than I was before. As we kissed, her hand ran from my chest all the way down to the hem of my sweats, gently tugging at them with her fingers. My own hands found her breasts and played with them softly, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. I swiped my thumbs across her nipples and I reveled in the sound that came from the back of her throat. My lips moved from hers and found the top of her shoulder, kissing any piece of flesh they could find. When her hand grabbed at my cock on the outside of my sweats while she bit my neck at the same time, a carnal noise escaped me.

“Someone’s excited,” I teased.

“Slip your hands somewhere lower and you’ll see just how excited I am,” she breathed.

I pulled her higher on top of me so I could reach her center. Her head was just above mine and her tits were right at eye level. I didn’t want to go any longer without knowing what it felt like to consume her perfect body as my own. I brought my lips to one of her nipples and sucked the hard peak with my lips. She pressed herself up with one hand as the other roped itself through my hair. I loved how she pulled my curls harder every time I flicked her nipple with my tongue. My other hand slid down her stomach and slipped under her shorts. When my fingers reached her center, I discovered just how excited she was.

My girl was dripping.

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