She nodded. “Alex isn’t here though, so I hope you didn’t buy too much.”
I shrugged. “He has a bottomless pit for a stomach, so I’m sure he’ll still eat whenever he comes home.”
Tawney snorted. “That’s the understatement of the year.”
I stepped into her home for the first time, eyeing the tastefully decorated place. Her walls were a mix between cream and tan, her brown leather couch in the shape of an L. An ottoman rested against the couch, and a blanket and pillow were laid haphazardly there. Her dining room was directly behind the living room, giving direct sight to the TV, and a bar separated the kitchen from the dining room. Two doors were off to the side of the kitchen, and another door was set off behind the dining room table.
“Sorry it’s not much—” she started.
I set the food on the table and tugged her into my arms, shutting her up with a kiss. She softly sighed into the kiss, her arms twining around my neck. I groaned and delved in deeper, probing her tongue with mine, learning every curve of her sweet, luscious mouth.
She moaned into the kiss, her hands moving from behind my neck to my hips, gripping the bottom of my shirt. I stepped back from her for a moment and pulled my shirt over my head before pulling her back into my arms.
She ran her hands over the hard plains of my abs and chest, learning every dip of my muscles. I kissed her harder, diving back inside of her mouth again, taking so much of what she was offering, exchanging it with pieces of myself.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I didn’t have this in mind when I came over here,” I rasped as I trailed my lips down her neck.
“If you stop, I might kill you,” she confessed.
I huskily laughed. “Bedroom?”
She grabbed my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom—which was through the door behind the dining room table. As soon as we were in her room, I backed her up to the bed, my lips on hers again. We tumbled down to the mattress, and I made quick work of her clothes,needingher naked beneath me.
I trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, paying ample amounts of attention to her luscious breasts, laving my tongue over the hardened peaks, sucking them into my mouth before blowing cool air on them.
Her belly quivered as I moved lower, dipping my tongue into her belly button. An erotic moan ripped from her throat, her fingers diving into my hair. I moved lower until I was between her thick thighs. After wrapping my arms around her thighs, holding them wide apart, and pinning her to the mattress all at once, I dove between her thighs, finally tasting her sweet center.
She loudly moaned my name, gasps and whimpers ripping from those swollen lips as she begged for more, begged me to never stop. And trust me, I had no plans on stopping anytime soon. I wanted her cum dripping down my chin. I wanted to taste her on my tongue for the next week.
A garbled scream ripped from her throat when I sucked on her clit, and she came on my face, her thighs shaking, her entire body trembling.
I managed to get my dick out of my jeans and sheathe a condom all while working her to another orgasm with my tongue, and as she was coming for a second time, I slid inside of her. She gasped, her eyes widening at my girth.
“Oh, God—so full,” she whimpered.
I rocked in and out of her. “So wet. So tight. Sohot,” I growled. She was like a lava vice around my fucking cock, strangling me. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Not going to last,” I warned her through gritted teeth. Her eyes were locked on mine, her hands circled around my wrists. I grunted, trying to stave off my impending orgasm. “I need you to come, Tawney,” I rumbled. “Please, baby.”
I rubbed her clit, and she shattered, her walls clutching at me, milking me. With a shout of her name, I came inside of her tight, wet body, my hips jerking as I spilled inside of the condom.
7
Tawney
Ihugged my pillow to my chest as I curled into a ball, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I couldn’t get out of bed.
This day never got any easier. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were constricted. It felt like I was dying inside all over again.
A knock sounded on my front door. I set a giggling Alex on the floor, laughing as he squealed happily, banging two of his toys together. With Eric gone on deployment, Alex had become the highlight of my days as I waited for my husband to come home again. The phone calls were nice but not nearly enough.
I swung open the door, frowning at the uniformed military officer standing at my door. Swallowing thickly, dread curling in the pit of my stomach, I tightened my hand on the door handle, my heart hammering away in my chest.
My baby boy squealed behind me again, banging his toys together some more.
“Are you Mrs. Williams?” the officer asked me.