Page 14 of Spring Break with a Pilot

This woman is it for me. Her or nothing. I’ve known it since the alley when I first saw her.

I learned the hard way to trust my feelings. My high school sweetheart. The girl who swore to be with me through thick and thin. The one I overheard tell her friend that the plan was to marry me, get pregnant with my brat, divorce me and live off child support and the divorce settlement from my wealthy parents.

Walking home from the restaurant where they were meeting, I passed by the army recruiter’s office and signed up. That and disowning my parents were two of the smartest things I’ve ever done.

Now I have Melia. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and maybe talk her into giving me a chance.

Rolling from the bed, I stand next to the side and pat the mattress in front of me. “Get on your hands and knees facing away from me, here at the edge.”

She does. Standing behind her, I run my palms over the sweet curve of her ass. God, she is so fucking beautiful. I smack her ass cheek.

She groans.

Oh fuck. I am so screwed. I smack the other cheek. A shudder ripples over her. “Like that, sweetness?”

She nods her head.

“Use your words. Do you like it when I smack your ass?”

“Yes, I like it when you smack my ass like that.”

“I swear I’ll never hurt you. Just tell me what you like, how you like it.”

“Like that, for now.”

“Anything you don’t like, just say red and I stop. I will never hurt you.”

“I trust you, Rhys.”

“Keep your ass in the air but rest your head and shoulders on the bed.”

The urge to just drive into her is strong, but she’s not ready. I drop to my knees. With a palm on each cheek, I spread her open for my perusal. “Oh, sweetness, your little cunt is glistening with need.”

I skim my thumb from her clit button all the way to her forbidden hole and back.

“Please, Rhys.”

“Please what, sweetness?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been touched like this. I just know I want, need more.”

“I’ve got you, sweetness. I know what you need.” Running my tongue up her slit from nub to back door and back again, I smile at her litany of, “oh god” and “yes, yes”.

Sliding two fingers into her tight channel I tweak her nub at the same time.

“Rhys, please Rhys. Now. I need you now.”

“Come for me sweetness, then I’ll give you my cock.”

“R..Rh..Rhys!”

“That’s it sweetness, give it to me.” She is so expressive, so beautiful as she comes. Easing her to her side, I lie behind her and cuddle her against my body. I’m content holding her in my arms, her head resting on my bicep. I kiss the back of her neck, her shoulder, the top of her head as she falls asleep. Grabbing the blanket, I flip it to cover both of us.

“Rhys, oh Rhys, I’m sorry,” she whispers, turning in my arms as she wakes. I’m so sorry I fell asleep. You didn’t…”

“Shush sweetness, I like cuddling you. I like waking with you.”

“I like it, too.”

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