Page 3 of The Soldier's Final Mission

Equipped with NVG’s—night vision goggles—themen were readying for their rappel. One last check of the gear, ropes secure,and down they slid. Within seconds the six-man team hit the ground. Crouching,scanning, they waited until the copter took off before making sure the area wasclear. Bob gave the signal and one by one they began to move. Jake and Garrettwere among the men, Jake taking point. They were followed by Scotty, Mack, andRaul, with Bob bringing up the rear.

With stealth and discipline, they silentlymade their way through trees and across treacherous rock. Intense training hadconditioned the men for missions like this. But the true conditioner was themission itself, and Bob, at the age of thirty-three had completed plenty ofthem over the last ten years. Their trek should put them on target about anhour before sunrise, which would be five hours from now.

Plenty of time to contemplate. Focus onthe mission. Review every detail given. Run through every possible scenario. Communicationscheck complete. So far so good.

With hours of marching ahead, Bob couldn’tkeep his mind from drifting back to the weekend in Surf City. Hard to believethat it’d been nearly six years already. Becca had never been far from histhoughts, even if she was half a world away.

That Friday night all those years ago hadbeen a relaxing time at the beach house with plenty of food, stories, andlaughter. What he wouldn’t give to go back to that day … to do thingsdifferently.

As they say, hindsight is 20/20…

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Bob took it easy on the beers, enjoyingonly a few so as not to feel sluggish in the morning for his run with Becca. Therehad been plenty of flirting and coziness amongst the group with everyone easilypairing off. And when Bob watched his cousin take off with Jake, all he couldthink was that they were grown adults and could do whatever the heck theypleased. He certainly wasn’t Tessa’s keeper. She knew the score and was capableof holding her own with Jake by having a good time and not expecting more thanthat from the guy.

Sometimes all a person needed was a goodweekend romp—the release of some sexual tension.

That was something Bob thought more on ashe sat cuddling with Becca. They were tangled together on a lounge chair infront of a fire that danced in the built-in pit. The deck was vacated byeveryone else as they sought out their own private space. While Becca had beenmore reserved than the others with her flirting, Bob could tell she enjoyed whatwas happening between the two of them. He sure as hell was.

Stars lit up the dark sky and most of thewarmth from earlier still hung in the air, making the fire more for ambiencethan necessity. Bob couldn’t remember a time in the last few years when he’dfelt more relaxed as he listened to the rhythm of the crashing waves. Thecalming effect they had did wonders for him. He also loved smelling the brinyair as a nice breeze blew in off the shore. And if the contented sighs comingfrom Becca were any indication of her relaxed state, she would be downrightpliant beneath his hands.

Not that he planned on forcing anythingbetween them or doing something she wasn’t comfortable with. But Bob had afeeling there was eagerness on her part, and the more he sat with her, the moreeager he too felt. Just where it would lead had yet to be decided.

Becca wore shorts and a tank top as shesat nestled between his legs with her back to his chest, Bob’s arms nestledaround her waist. She was running her bare foot up and down the length of hisleg while her fingernails lightly raked across his thighs, effectively stirringhis libido. Bob wanted to cup her sweet little tits that had been teasing him,as she wore no bra, and feel her nipples tighten beneath his fingers. And thatwas just for starters. His erection strained against his shorts, pressing intoher lower back.

Becca shifted, wiggling her ass betweenhis legs and causing her body to rub against his crotch. The little devilturned and lifted her face to his with a smile, and Bob couldn’t stop himself fromcapturing her lips, accepting her surefire invitation. Their earlier kisseswere tame compared to what he unleashed upon her, ravaging her mouth andsweeping his tongue inside to duel with hers. He tasted the remnants of herbeer along with citrus from the wedge of orange she had had with her drink.

When she lifted her arms to wrap aroundthe back of his head, Bob’s hands found their way to Becca’s chest, palming herbreasts through the thin material and lightly squeezing. Her back arched as shemoaned, further spurring him on. His hands trailed down her torso to slipbeneath her top in order to find her smooth skin. And damn if she didn’t feellike warm silk.

He took the kiss deeper, more savage asshe pressed into his hands, obviously enjoying his touch as he rolled herpebbled nipples. With great effort, Bob tore his mouth away from Becca’s andwhispered raggedly in her ear. “I need to touch more of you.”

“God, yes,” she answered breathlessly.

Bob licked her neck and suckled as hemoved a hand down her belly to her shorts. He deftly flicked open the buttonand slid down the zipper, allowing him entrance. Sliding his hand between herpanties and skin, he felt her smooth pussy and groaned. Continuing on, heslipped his fingers between her lower lips and found her dripping, her hotliquid bathing his digits.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet, Becca,” hegrowled.

“Mm hmm,” was all she could manage as shetilted her hips, pressing into his hand, seeking more. With her hands stillbanded around his head, she pulled his mouth to hers, initiating another savagekiss between them.

As he sank his fingers into her, shegasped, and all Bob could think about was replacing his fingers with his mouth.He tore his mouth away from hers and said, “I need to taste you.” He withdrewhis fingers and lightly tapped her clit, adding, “Right here.”

Becca jolted and gave a hoarse reply ofconsent.

Quickly untangling himself from her body,he moved off the chair, adjusting it so that it lay flat, commanding her to lieback. He saw the desire, the willingness in her eyes as she moved her bodyparallel with the lounger. And Bob wasted no time in towering over her, riddingher body of the shorts and panties in one movement. As he bent her legs at theknees, he straddled the chair at her feet, sitting close, facing her.

He knew she was already revved up anddidn’t think it’d take long before she came, but he wanted to linger, savor. Bobheld her ankles and gently spread her legs, draping them around his hips as heslowly caressed her inner thighs. He teased her crease before parting her lipsonce again, watching as her juices glistened and her sex throbbed. His ownerection throbbed mercilessly within his shorts, begging for release, but he’dhold out until he brought pleasure to Becca first.

“Bob…” She drew out his name on a plea asher pelvis lifted. Her hands clutched the sides of the chair for leverage.

“Easy, Becca,” he cooed while he gentlypressed a hand to her lower abdomen. His other teased her clit with slow,feather-light touches. “I’mgonnagive you what youwant.”

Bob then leaned forward, replacing hisfingers with his tongue, swiping its flat surface across her entire pussy. Shebucked, and he latched onto her clit, nipping and suckling while she gyratedbeneath him.

Fuck,she tasted like Heaven!

He swirled around her bundle of nervesthen down to her opening, plunging inside to greedily lap at her cream. Returningto her clit, he sucked her hard as he drove two fingers inside, fucking her anddriving her wild with his mouth and hand. Her cries of pleasure were erotic,tempting him to interrupt his current task so that he could plunge his cockinside that hot sheath of hers. But he held back on his own demands andcontinued his attention to the sweet Becca.

Bob felt her tightening, felt herclenching around his fingers as her clit grew more engorged. Tiny tremorspulsed through her as her body shook, and he knew she was close to orgasm. Heburied his fingers as deep as he could and gave one more pull on her clitbefore she shattered. Her body rippled, shaking as she tried but failed tocontrol her screams. He delighted in hearing her pleasure—pleasure he knew he’dgiven her. And he didn’t relent, drawing out her release that seemednever-ending.

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