I slipped under the sheets, worming my way down her body, splattering kisses with each inch. Once I reached her hips, I moved in between her legs, kissing my way over to her middle, readying my tongue to soothe her ache. I could smell myself on her, a welcomed scent, showing off that I had been there, and it was precisely where I belonged. I scooted down, placing my face directly at her core. I snuck a peek, seeing her usually pinkish flesh a slight shade darker, the lips to her beautiful pussy a tad bit puffy.
“You’re a bit swollen,” I murmured, smiling under the sheets.
She tried to close her legs, but I quickly stopped her.
“Get from down there.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s embarrassing.”
“I’ve seen, tasted, and explored every inch of this delectable body. There is nothing left to be embarrassed about.”
I extended my tongue, licking her thick lips with slow, deliberate movements. She was definitely swollen, and if she did ache, I wanted to be the one to take it away. She began to moan, her hands reaching down and holding on to my head. I licked her lips, up and down, slightly sucking just for the fuck of it. She brought her legs up, moving her body further away from me, to which I briskly moved with her, now thrusting my tongue inside. She moaned even louder, hitting my head and squirming.
“That’s not what you’re supposed to be doing,” she whined.
I continued tasting her, ignoring her whines and moans as I dove further and further, filling her with me, savoring every piece of her. Her hips bucked and she tugged on my ears, gripping tighter with each swirl. I could tell she was close, so I didn’t let up. I intensified my licks, strengthening my sucks while finding her clit and circling away. Her moans turned into harrowing screams, my name filling the room. I kept at it, relentless sucks as she emptied herself, painting my face with her deliciously sweet cum.
I was in heaven. I never wanted to leave.
When her release was finally done, I lay down at her middle, mesmerized by the fact that she was mine. All mine.
I couldn’t contain the smile creeping across my face as I finally emerged from the sheets. She put that happiness into me. She also brought it out of me. I licked my lips, slurping up the excess around my mouth. She scrunched her nose, a tiny laugh leaving her body.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, lying back down next to her.
“You are. You’re gross.”
“You think you’re gross?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I’m enjoying you. So if that’s gross, you’re calling yourself gross. And I have to argue. You’re delicious. So fucking delicious that I could eat you all day long.”
I kissed her, smashing my mouth down to hers so that she had no choice but to get a good taste of herself, before rolling out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.
“We need to get up and get going. I have a ton of shit I want to do with you today, and none of it involves any traces of this fucking desert.”
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t ask questions. I’ve got this. Now come and shower with me.”
She rolled her eyes then got out of bed, slowly walking into the bathroom and stopping in front of the mirror.
“Look at my hair. Yeah, a shower is very necessary.”
I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle, placing my chin down on her shoulder.
“Then fuck the shower. Sex hair is perfect. Between that soreness and your hair, I’d say I’m definitely leaving my mark.”
She smacked my head then moved into the shower. I quickly followed behind her.
After showering, we dressed and walked out to the kitchen. I walked behind her, watching the movement of her ass cheeks in her tight fitting maxi dress, or whatever she had called it. Her hair was thrown up into a damp, messy bun on the top of her head. The look displayed her neck, a beautiful, luscious part of her body. I sucked in my bottom lip, feeling my cock jump the longer I stared at her.
Riley and Natasha were already in the kitchen with bacon, eggs, and coffee sitting in front of them as Riley read the Marine Corps Times.
“Good morning, guys,” Cassie called out, sitting down at the island.
“Well, damn. I’m surprised she’s alive, Alex. Sounded like you were murdering her last night.” Natasha’s eyes swept over to me, then to Cassie, winking.
Cassie flushed red, putting her head down just as a coy smile took over her face.
“There’s more food over there, man. Made some extra bacon and eggs.”
“I’m good,” I said, pouring two mugs of coffee. “I had plenty to eat this morning already.”
Cassie’s eyes damn near fell out of her head. Natasha laughed, and Riley joined her. I made a quick plate and placed it in front of her, her light blush now completely red.
“I was so ready to knock on your door and ask to be invited in. Chris was drunk and passed out on me.”
“Sorry, we’re selfish assholes. We don’t share,” I responded, taking a seat.
We made small talk, Cassie trying hard to squeeze any bit of information out of Riley and Natasha to find out what I had planned for her. Riley knew, but he was my brother and wouldn’t be giving away any secrets. Natasha didn’t know, and I was glad because her lips were loose. If she’d been privy to anything, she would have spilled it.
After a second cup of coffee, feeling like it was necessary after our intensely physical night, I stood, taking the dishes and cleaning them off before placing them into the dishwasher.
“Alright. We better get going. We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.”
“Yeah, we do too. Better get going,” Riley countered, cleaning up after him and Natasha.
I ran into the room and grabbed Cassie’s bags, then took them outside and placed them in the back seat of my truck. She was saying goodbye to Natasha when I walked back to the front door. I said my goodbyes, giving Riley the guy hug and whispering, “Wrap it up,” before pulling away.
He laughed, clapping my back. “Good luck.”
I smiled, then took Cassie by the hand and led her out to my Ram. I opened her door, allowing her to climb in before I shut it and ran around to the other side. I jumped in, placing my hand on her thigh. “You ready to go?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she answered, her bright beautiful smile showing off her pearly white teeth.
I started up the truck, the low, thunderous roar of the engine growling to life. She took my phone and plugged it into the auxiliary, rummaging through my music collection and stopping on
She rolled her window down and shook her head along to the beat, singing at the top of her lungs as we sped down the lonesome, barren highway that would take us away from secrecy and into open happiness.
The music continued to play as we traveled along, Cassie’s face full of excitement as we finally left the desert and entered more scenic parts of the highway. From what I’d learned about her in the truck, she had never left Arizona until bootcamp. That was a bit of a shock to me. She was a rock music lover, belting out hits from Metallica, Alice in Chains, and even going back, taking it old school with Poison. Her voice, while soft and soothing, didn’t match the rough and raspy tone of the singers, but her infectious performances had me singing and head banging right along with her. About halfway into the drive she grew tired, making me promise to wake her as soon as we reached our destination. I agreed, but truthfully, I would have done it anyway because I was also overly anxious about introducing her to something new.
I woke Cassie, gently shaking her leg as we pulled up to a stoplight with a rock walled waterfall to the right that read,
“We’re at a beach?” she asked. The shock that spread across her face was almost sad.
