Page 52 of Unsteady in Love

“The day I enlisted in the Marines.” He swallowed roughly, his eyes boring into mine.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” My fingertip traced over the letters of my name that graced his left pectoral muscle.

“What did you want me to say? That I’ve loved you all these years, and to prove it, my first tattoo was of your name. I wanted it to be a surprise. Now, can we get this shirt off me? I’d like to touch you,” he said impatiently as he peeked over his shirt, arms still in the air.

“Yes, of course, I was taken aback by my name on your body. I can’t believe you did that.” I tore his shirt off the rest of the way and went back to staring at his chest. I kind of wanted to get his name inked on my skin like it was stamped on my heart.

His hands came to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. Mine melted against his as my arms circled around his neck.

“I need you naked,” he growled. His head dipped, and his lips skated down the column of my neck. Pulling my shirt off, his heated gazed intensified as he took in my lace covered breasts. His hands skimmed down my torso. The feel of his touch on me made my core throb with need. Pulling down my shorts, I stood before him in only my bra and panties. Thank God I’d worn a sexy pair today, and I knew Holden approved by the desire in his eyes and the hardness pressed into my stomach. All I could think about was how much I wanted to feel it in my hands and wrap my lips around his length, tasting his salty goodness.

“Fuck, Prue, when you look at me like that, I want to devour you,” he moaned from deep in his throat. “It’s been too long.”

With shaky fingers, I popped the button on his jeans and slowly undid the zipper. “Let me take care of you.”

“Please,” his head fell forward, chin to his chest, as he watched my every move.

My hand slipped inside and met velvety steel. Pulling his thick length out, my mouth watered at the sight before me. Slipping my hands around to his ass, I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs until I got to just above his knees. Looking up, I waited for some clue as to what he wanted me to do, but his eyes were clenched tight.

“Sit on the bed,” I murmured, placing a kiss on the tattoo that covered his heart.

Doing what I asked, Holden slowly sat down and then looked up at me with uneasy eyes.

Slowly I bent, taking off his shoes and getting my first look at the metal that now replaced part of his left leg. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before, and I knew what to expect. I’d done a lot of research these past months. The only surprise was how easily Holden bared himself to me. I paid no mind to the prosthetic as I pulled his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off.

My hands smoothed their way up his muscular thighs, feeling the course hair until they met the juncture of his pelvis. One hand went to his waiting cock and the other gripped his hip. His dick twitched at my touch, and I couldn’t wait to give him more. His hips jerked up as I licked across his slit and swirled my tongue around his tip. Sucking him into my mouth, I bobbed up and down as far as I could go, letting my hand take over the rest.

One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other going to the comforter and gripping it tightly. “Fuck, Prue, I’ve missed your hot mouth. Take me all the way down your throat. Open for me, baby.”

Out of practice, I did the best I could. I took him in until he hit the back of my throat and then swallowed him down until my lips met the base of his cock. “That’s it,” he called, using one hand to set the pace as he fucked my mouth. He moaned as my hand reached around and cupped his balls; he swelled in my mouth.

“Oh God, Prue, I’m going to come.” He stilled my head, pushing his hips up and spilled down my throat. Pulse after pulse of his essence shot out before his body went lax. “Come here,” he called, pulling me up and onto his lap. With his eyes closed, Holden rested his forehead against mine. “I needed that. I was too wound up to properly take care of you.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, intoxicated by being in his arms. Kissing his chin, I grinned. “We do need to consummate this marriage.”

“Oh, we will my sweet wife, but first I need to taste you. Crawl up there and let me have my way with you.” His eyes flashed fire, and my core pulsed.

As I crawled up the bed, I panted in anticipation of Holden touching me after being apart for so long. Every night in my dreams, he touched me, but it wasn’t as good as the real thing. Nothing was as good as Holden’s mouth and hands on me.

“Right there,” he growled out and bit my ass cheek; I squealed. “Stay like that. I want to eat you just like that with your beautiful ass on full display.” His nose dragged down from the middle of my back, every once in a while stopping to place a tender kiss. When he hit my crack and trailed down, I shivered in delight. Pushing aside my panties, one finger slipped through my folds. His long digit dipped inside, and instantly I needed more. I reared back but he stopped me with another bite to my other cheek.

“Be patient. We’ve got all night. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you all these years.”

His hot tongue swept up and down my slit. Pushing inside only to lick up to my bundle of nerves and swirl his tongue around. He continued to repeat this pattern until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Holden, please, fuck me,” I moaned out in frustration. My hands clung to the comforter beneath me.

Two fingers filled me, pumping, building me back up before retreating. I wanted to cry until those very same fingers moved to my clit. Using my juices, Holden rubbed small circles on my nub as his hot tongue fucked my core. Higher and higher, I built. Pushing back against his face for more, I fell over the edge. My world shattered around me as I fell face first into the bed, panting. My ass still in the air, Holden held me there, licking up every drop of my orgasm. I writhed against his face as I slowly came down.

When my breathing finally calmed, Holden snuggled up beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist as he placed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

“That was amazing,” I finally said, lacing my fingers with his.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”

“You couldn’t even see my face,” I laughed.

“Your pussy is beautiful when you come. It’s missed me.” He lightly bit down on my shoulder.

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