Page 33 of Jobe

She saw the momentary hesitation in his eyes and vowed to erase it. Her body was on fire with need. The need to feel something besides fear. Something besides sadness. Something besides hurt. She saw his gaze move from her face down her naked body, stopping between her legs. Sliding one hand down, she fondled herself as she ran a finger through her wet folds. His eyes dilated with lust as she continued to hold him captive with her movements.

Jobe pulled his boxers off, his erection springing free. Palming himself as she continued to play with herself, he knew his cock was ready to explode.

“Just fuck me,” she pleaded in a whisper, her need overtaking all other thoughts.

Crawling over her body, resting his weight on his arms, all rational thinking flew from his mind. Placing his aching cock at her entrance he peered down at her face as he plunged inside in one swift movement. Her warm, tight sex welcomed him.Home. I’ve fucking found home.As he watched her eyes, hooded with desire, he began moving slowly.

She was having none of that. “Fuck me harder. I need hard,” she pleaded again. She grabbed his ass with her hands, pulling him forward as she moved her hips up.

Answering her need as their bodies slammed together, he leaned down to capture her lips again as his tongue began to emulate the movement of his dick. He had been with women in the past years but never had he felt this connection since the last time they had been with each other. Over and over, he plunged into her warmth.

The friction was building and she forced her hips up in the mating dance that she knew would bring relief. Sweet relief. More endowed than her few past lovers, he reached places deep inside that were longing to be stroked. With her hands moving back and forth from his ass to his back, she reveled in the feel of his muscular body connected with hers.

He knew he was about to come, but wanted her satisfaction first. He ground his pelvis against her clit, eliciting more delicious moans from the beautiful woman writhing beneath him. Leaning on one arm he slid his other hand down her body, over her breast and stomach until reaching that swollen bud. Moving his fingers around the wetness where their bodies were connected, he gave her clit a little pinch and that was all it took.

Her slick inner walls began to tighten around his cock and she threw her head back onto the mattress as her orgasm roared through her.

With a few more thrusts, he felt his balls tighten and as the muscles in his neck corded and the veins threatened to burst, he powered through his release as he pumped through his orgasm.

Panting and bodies slick with sweat, he fell on top of her before he could remember that he would crush her. Forcing himself to roll to the side, he pulled her along with him so that she was sprawled partially on top of him. They lay for a long time, neither saying anything as coherent thought was impossible.

As the air around them began to cool their bodies, he reached over to grab a light blanket and pull it up over them, making sure it was tucked around her.

As reality slowly returned, she lifted her head to peer down into his face. Wondering what she would see, she was surprised…his expression showed vulnerability. Sucking in her lips, she fought the desire to lean over and kiss him.I just wanted a fuck, right? That’s all. I don’t need anything else from him. But…she felt a tear slide down her cheek and she quickly lay her head back on his chest to keep him from seeing it.

Jobe knew she was trying to hide her emotions.She thought she just wanted a fuck to forget what was going on. Yeah, right. That’s not Mackenna.He knew for himself that what they had just done was no casual fuck, regardless of what she tried to tell herself.

Before she could begin to make excuses, he gave her a little squeeze forcing her to look up at him once again. “Doll, hard and fast may have worked for right now, but you gotta know that’s not how I wanted this to be.”

She wanted to give a quick, flippant response. An “it was great, thanks for the fuck” kind of answer. But he deserved more. And if she was honest with herself, so did she. So she just nodded.

He sat up and tossed several pillows against the headboard before sliding up and resting against them. Before she could process what he was doing, he pulled her up, tucking her into his side, enveloping her in his embrace.

“You wanted to forget and I’ve been dying to be close to you again. I guess we both got what we needed at the moment.”

He felt her nod against his chest and wondered what her thoughts were.Was that really all she wanted?He felt moisture on his skin and could not hold back the smile as tears slid from her eyes down onto his body.

“Doll, it’s time. We gotta talk. You deserve to know everything. Then and only then can you decide what you want. What you need. What place I can have in your life.”

She leaned up again, peering deeply into his eyes, finding uncertainty again.I’ve held onto my hurt for so long. Can I possibly let it go and take a chance again?Fear wrapped around her heart but, seeing his expression, she knew that his fears were just as real.

Nodding, she slid out of bed and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor since hers was still by the front door. Sliding the soft material over her head it settled down her curves, hanging to her knees. She crawled back onto the bed and faced him. Armored, she sat quietly with her arms around her middle, waiting to see what was coming.

Jobe watched in fascination as she put on his t-shirt and climbed back into bed. His heart ached at seeing such a familiar sight.Familiar…and different.This woman was harder, more closed than the Mackenna of old.She hides her vulnerability from me. From everyone. And I am the only one that can take that away.

Suddenly unsure as to how to start, he realized that of the many times he had practiced this speech, now was different. Because she was staring straight into his eyes. And the words choked.

She saw the struggle in his face. That handsome face that haunted her dreams. No matter how much she cursed him over the years, she never forgot his face. Reaching out her hand, she palmed his jaw rubbing her thumb over the stubble. His eyes held hers as he leaned his face into her palm.

Now or never,he realized.

He looked at her and blurted, “This may take a while. I haven’t spoken about all of this to anyone other than the Army psychologist or counselor.” He watched her carefully for signs of discomfort.

She settled against some pillows on the bed, gazing up at him with trust in her eyes. “Okay,” she said softly.

Sucking in a huge breath, he let it out slowly as his mind went back. To a different time and place.

“You know my family. We never had much money, but my parents gave me and my sisters nothing but love. I was the oldest, and a boy. It was my responsibility to help take care of the girls. I walked them to school. Settled their squabbles. Threatened their dates. I had a part-time job in high school to help pay the bills even though my parents wanted me to save for college. I just wasn’t sure that college was what I wanted…not when the military called.

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