"I hope you never do," she said, looking down at the blanket.
"Damn, Ronnie. Shooting down my military career before it even begins?"
"I support you. I just hope you never have to put your life in danger."
"I could die walking out of my apartment tomorrow morning."
"That's not the same thing. You do that every day, and you're not getting shot at while you do it."
"Wow, Ronnie. Tell me how you really feel," I said jokingly, leaning back on my elbows.
"No, it's not like that."
"I'm hurt," I said, putting a hand over my chest dramatically.
"I'm just worried. I don't want those assholes to take you away from me." She came closer, lying on her side to look at me.
"I don't want them to do that, either. They can't keep me forever if I do end up going. I have to come back," I said.
"What am I supposed to do when you're gone?"
"Mail me pictures of your tits," I suggested. She giggled and wrinkled her nose.
"So you can pass them around to all your buddies?"
"So I can remember what's waiting for me when I get home," I said. Fuck, I thought, realizing it. She would have to wait for me. I wasn't even sure when the hell I would be back. Less than a year? Three years? Longer t
han that?
"I'm always happy to see you. You don't have to leave to make me appreciate it when we're together," she said quietly like she was talking to herself. I didn't know how much she had thought about what would happen if I went overseas. She put her hand over the one I had on my chest. Her smooth, slim fingers laced through mine. "I love you," she said.
"Aren't you glad you cut class with me now?" I asked. She giggled and leaned over to kiss me. Her lips pressed against mine softly, innocent…at least at first. I held the back of her neck and ran my tongue along her lips to get her to let me in. I wanted more. She sighed as her lips parted. I deepened the kiss, rolling us over so I was on top of her.
I loved her too, and I was going to show her how much I did.
Chapter Two
Veronica
I just had to wear jeans today, didn't I?
I quickly kicked my shoes off to let Roman strip them all the way off down my legs. I shuddered as he ran his big, warm hands up my calves and thighs. He pulled me forward suddenly before burying his face between my legs. I felt his breath against my pussy as he pulled my panties to the side. My eyes shut and head fell back in ecstasy. His tongue parted my lower lips and grazed my clitoris. His stubble rasped against my smoothly shaved mound and inner thighs.
I wanted to lay back and let him work me over, but I wanted to watch him at the same time. His lips and tongue feasting on me drove me wild. I felt myself gush as he sucked my clit. He rewarded me with a satisfied moan at the taste of my essence. His fingers teased my opening, sliding in far enough for my lips to stretch around them, but not enough to fill me.
I whimpered as he had his way with me. My orgasm threatened to break before ebbing every time he withdrew his fingers. Slow, sensual, delicious torture.
"Roman," I moaned. My hand fisted a handful of his thick, dark hair. It had gotten a little longer than usual since his last haircut. His other arm was clamped over my hips, keeping me still.
My breath quickened, feeling his fingers plunge into me, deep. His hand was so much bigger than mine, it just made me hungry for what I knew was coming next. He finger fucked me fast, tonguing my clit relentlessly. I bit back my scream, letting it out in quiet moans and cries.
He went faster, sensing I was close. I bit my lip, feeling a shooting spasm finally send me over the edge. I muffled my cry the best I could, trying to press my legs together against Roman's strong hand that was holding me open to him. I bucked my hips as he licked me, almost to overstimulation. I fell limp, and he stopped, chuckling quietly to himself. Satisfaction ran like electric pulses from my core through my whole body.
He pushed the bottom of my hoodie up, planting a small kiss below my navel. Another under my bra strap. Another one, this one on my chest after unzipping my hoodie to expose my bare skin. Another on my neck, then my jawline. Finally, my lips. His taste was mingled with mine. His softly probing tongue gentle again after the assault on my tender flesh. His jeans were stiff against my bare thighs, but barely concealed the evidence of his own arousal.
"Let me suck your cock," I whispered, briefly breaking our kiss. I wanted to please him. I wanted to pleasure him the way he had me. His dark blue eyes looked almost stormy with desire. The strain of his lust pulled against his features. His brows furrowed, hooding his eyes, and his jaw clenched, flexing the powerful muscles under his stubble-shadowed cheeks.
"I want to fuck you," he said, almost reverently. His voice was hoarse, choked with longing. I wanted him, too. He unsnapped his jeans, and I watched him unsheathe his dick between our bodies. He was so big, his foreskin barely covered the head of his dick when he was soft. He was engorged and shiny with precum already.