* * * *
Millie kissed Hank’s skin as the water from the shower flowed over and between their bodies. She kissed his arm muscles then took in the sight of his tattoo. Placing her finger over the bright colors, she asked him about it.
“So you were in the army, too?”
“I was and so were Marco and Dalton.”
“Where is Marco?” she asked.
“Showering then probably waiting on Anthony’s bed for us to return there,” he teased as he cupped her breasts, massaging them then squeezing then together.
“What’s this tattoo all about? I noticed part of one on Dalton’s arm, but his shirt covered it.” An uneasy feeling filled her belly. Why was Dalton hiding from her?
Hank sighed. “His is different. Don’t worry, honey, he’ll come around. He loves you but he has difficulty letting his emotions show and baring everything to the world. I’m sure if you ask him to see his tattoo he’ll show you.”
“I guess so.” She picked up the soap and began to lather it in her hands before caressing it over Hank’s skin.
“So explain the tattoo,” she whispered, absorbing the feel of muscle beneath her fingertips and how his cock tapped against her belly and chest. He was way taller than her. They all were.
“I chose it in memory of my fallen soldiers and, of course, out of respect for our country.”
“I see that. The American flag and the word army over it. It’s really nice,” she told him as she absorbed the rest of the tattoo. In front of the American flag and word ARMY were a pair of empty combat boots with a large gun sitting straight up in one of them and an empty helmet laying over the top of the gun. Along with that was a pair of dog tags. She swallowed hard, thinking how dangerous of a job he had and how lucky she was that he and his brothers survived.
Suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, she hugged his arm to her chest and kissed his shoulder.
A strong, solid arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in front of him.
“Aww, baby, come here,” he whispered then leaned down to cover her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply as he caressed along her body, lifting her so that she straddled his waist.
He pulled his lips from hers and touched foreheads.
“You’re a dream come true, Millie.” He trailed his hand between them and over her belly to her pussy. He pressed a finger up into her pussy, making her moan then thrust her hips against his hand. He pumped into her and she felt his cock tap underneath her.
“Please, Hank, make love to me.”
He smiled then kissed her chin. “You don’t have to beg, baby. I want you, too.”
He removed his fingers, grabbed hold of his penis, and lined up the tip with her opening. She held on to him and slowly he pushed between her folds.
“Ahhh, like heaven,” he whispered then stroked against her, thrusting his hips down and up as she stretched back against the wall.
She held on to his shoulders, nibbling and biting his skin harder with every stroke of his cock.
“So good and so tight,” he grunted then increased his speed. “I love you, Millie. I love you so damn much,” he confessed, and she moaned again as her muscles tightened.
“I love you, too.” Then they both exploded together. He rocked his hips a few more times then covered her mouth, kissing her deeply.
They remained there, connected so intimately for a few more minutes until the water began to turn cold.
* * * *
Hank stepped out of the shower and saw Marco standing there naked.
“The water’s gone cold,” he told him as he wrapped a towel around himself. Marco smiled just as Millie began to step out.
“Stay in there, sweetness. I’m next,” he told her, and she placed her hands on her hips.
“It’s kind of cold.”