Surrender: A Little Harmless Military Romance Page 7

  "Shame, I'd like to fuck that pretty ass, too."

  She shivered. Oh God, he was like a wet dream she had created for herself

  "Oh, better and better, but we can't do that the first night. You can't do anal if you aren't prepared. Turn around, baby."

  She did.

  "Unbutton and unzip my pants."

  She didn't hesitate. Of course, he wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock sprang free once she slipped the zipper down.

  "Wrap your hand around it. Nice and easy, stroke me."

  As she moved her hand over his hard flesh, he cupped her face with both his hands and exposed her neck to him. He nipped at her throat.

  "Oh yeah, baby, that's good. You're going to be the best sub. You like making me happy, don't you?"

  "Yes," she said and immediately felt guilty.

  "No. Don't look that way." He made her look at him. "This isn't about anybody but us. What makes us happy, what makes us hot, and what ultimately will make you come. There is nothing to feel guilty about and nothing to be embarrassed about. Get out of your head and just feel."

  She nodded but adhered to the rules.

  "Good, now let go of my cock."

  She didn't want to but she did. He slipped his hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. It hurt because they were so sensitive, but it still felt good.

  "Now, get on your knees and suck me like a good submissive does."

  She did as he ordered. She lifted her hand, but he stopped her.

  "Put your hands behind your back."

  It wasn't easy, but she did it. He took his dick in his hand and stroked it. God, he was gorgeous. She watched avidly as his fingers moved over his hard flesh, and he groaned. She looked up at him.

  "You are like a treat, and unwrapping you is probably going to kill me. Open up that mouth and just take the tip in."

  When she did, he shuddered and she loved it. She wanted more, wanted to taste his come, feel him lose control. But she couldn't move very far on her knees with her hands behind her back. Mal wasn't letting her have any more than the broad head. The taste of him was enough at the moment. Salty sweet, she sucked hard, pulling a bit of his pre-come into her mouth. She swallowed it and hummed against his cock.

  "Yeah, that's nice."

  He lifted his cock. "Lick it, from the base on up."

  She couldn't deny him that. At that moment, she would give him anything. Seeing the pleasure move over his face as she licked the shaft was almost mesmerizing. Knowing she was giving him pleasure was enough to make her come right then and there.

  Soon though, he stepped back.

  "Maybe we'll let you suck me dry a little later, but I think we need to move into the bedroom for what I have planned next."

  She wanted to disagree, but she didn't. The excitement of not knowing what he had planned for her next had her rising from her kneeling position.

  He guided her into the bedroom. Each step was excruciating. Her sex was so sensitive, and each time she moved it was like she lit up like Christmas lights.

  By the time they reached her bed, she wanted to cry. She had never been this aroused before, and they had hardly scratched the surface.

  He left her standing. He undressed fast, toeing off his shoes, shimmying off his pants, and slipping his shirt up and over his head. Then, apparently comfortable with his nudity, he sat down on the bed.

  "Come here."

  As before, she did just as he ordered. After she had been given pleasure, she was sure she would think better of it, but right now, she didn't care. She wanted what he did because she knew in the end, he would give her pleasure.

  She stopped between his legs. He gripped her waist, then slipped his hand up her torso and behind her back. Finally, he undid her bra and she sighed. More than anything she wanted to press her palms against her nipples to give them some release, but he stopped her.

  "Don't touch yourself unless I tell you to. I will make sure you regret it if you go against my command."

  She wanted to pout, but he didn't give her a chance. He pulled her closer and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard. The combination of pleasure and pain had her moaning his name.

  "Yeah, like that, baby."

  He teased her other nipple, patting it lightly, then rolling it between his fingers. All the while he sucked her other. She had never been that sensitive to someone playing with her nipples, but for some reason, this was more arousing than anything any other man had done to her. She was standing in front of him with nothing on but a pair of fuck-me heels. He was doing nothing more than teasing her nipples and she could feel her pussy dripping with need.

  He leaned back and smiled at her. "You have very sensitive nipples. Have they always been that sensitive?"

  She shook her head.

  "I take that as a good sign. And it's a very good sign that you understand who is in charge here." He shifted his gaze to her sex. "Spread your legs. I want a taste."

  She did, although it was hard to give up the sensation of having her legs against each other. He slipped a finger in first, teasing her clitoris with his thumb. Slowly, he brushed it against her, and she bit her lip to keep from coming.

  Then he pulled his fingers out. "Look at me."

  She lifted her eyelids and watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth. Oh holy mother of God, he slid his tongue up and over his fingers. Then he hummed. He was no longer touching her, but she could have sworn she felt the vibrations in her pussy.

  "I was right. You do taste like heaven." Then he rose, and his cock pressed against her stomach. "I think I want you on the bed. I want to feast on you."

  He changed positions with her, placing her on the bed then pressing her legs apart as far as they could go. He kissed up her right thigh and she quivered. God, she couldn't wait to feel his mouth on her. Then he was there, his tongue gliding over her slit, then her labia. He sucked and teased her with his tongue, mouth, and teeth. All the quivering muscles in her stomach tightened, her body preparing for a release. Each time she felt near the edge, he pulled back. She lost track of how many times he did it to her before he moved back.

  He pulled her down and devoured her mouth. And there she could taste the pungent flavor of her own arousal.

  Then he slipped off her shoes and grabbed up his pants. He searched his pockets before pulling out his wallet and retrieving a condom. He ripped the package open then slowly slipped the condom over his cock. She noticed that his hands were shaking when he did it, so she felt a little satisfied that he was as affected by this as she was.

  He joined her on the bed, then covered her with his body. Without hesitation, he pulled her legs apart and entered her in one swift move. She groaned. Even as aroused as she was, he was big and it had been over a year since she'd had sex.

  "Amanda, baby, are you okay?"

  She nodded and reached for him. He might be the one in charge, but she wanted a kiss. She wanted to feel this connection with him. He did as she bid, apparently sensing her need. He kissed her, but it wasn't the ravenous kiss from before. Instead it was slow, sweet, and it had her heart flip-flopping with the way it warmed her from the inside out.

  He pulled back and lifted her legs to his waist, settling on his knees. Then he started to move. It was slow, like the kiss, and just as earth shattering. He locked his gaze with her as he moved in and out of her sex, her body quivering close to the edge.

  She wanted to look away, but she knew even without any order that this was the connection he needed, just as she had needed hers earlier. Soon, though, his fingers were digging into her flesh as he started to increase the tempo of his thrusts.

  "Now, Amanda, come with me."

  She was close, but not close enough. He doubled his efforts, the headboard slamming against the wall behind her.

  "Come now. I want to feel it. Do it."

  The last of the order apparently got her body to respond. In that next instant, her orgasm hit, her body jolting from the release. She b
owed up and screamed his name as wave after wave of sensation moved over her body. Just as she was coming down, he started pushing again, and unbelievably, she felt another orgasm approaching.

  "With me this time, baby. Come now, chéri. Come with me."

  She couldn't deny him anything. The tidal wave of pleasure shifted over her, flowing over her, more powerful than the first.

  "Yes, that's it," he groaned, then he slammed into her one more time before he shuddered.

  Moments later, he released her legs, then collapsed on top of her. She smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

  "I am too old for this."

  She laughed. "I think you kept up pretty good for an old man."

  He chuckled and pulled himself up to look down at her. His smile dissolved, and he kept staring at her. When he said nothing, she let her arms fall to the side.

  "What?"

  "Nothing, just...I imagined this so many different ways, I just never thought it would happen."

  The straightforward way he said it made her believe he was telling her the truth.

  "You imagined this?"

  He nodded.

  "For how long?"

  "At least six months now."

  She frowned. "What took you so long?"

  For a second he said nothing, then his lips curved. "I can't remember now."

  He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. This one meant more to her, and she thought maybe it did to him, too. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  "Naw."

  He nodded. “Be right back."

  She waited while he went into the bathroom. Once he was out of site, she did a little jig. She had Malachai Dupree in her bed. And apparently he’d been wanting it as much as she had. Which meant she would get him more than once.

  Thankfully she was done before he returned. He slipped into her bed then pulled her close.

  "Is there anything you want to talk about?" he asked.

  She looked up at him with a frown. "Like what?"

  "Like the ramifications of this?"

  She shook her head. “No, I just want to live in the moment. I want to enjoy the fact I bagged myself the sexiest Dom in CP tonight and that he's sleeping in my bed." He opened his mouth but she pressed her fingers to his lips. "No. Let's just enjoy tonight. We'll deal with all the other stuff later."

  She could tell he wavered, then he nodded. She leaned up and kissed him.

  As she snuggled against him, she enjoyed the warmth of his body and the fact that for the first time in a long time, she was thankful there was someone there, someone who apparently accepted her the way she was.

  It was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Mal woke the next morning. It was early, of course. Since he’d been at Annapolis, he had been an early riser. He’d had no choice. Now, though, it gave him a chance to watch her sleep. He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. Hell, he couldn’t believe he had spent the night in her bed or that he was still there. The sun was peeking through the blinds, and he realized they had left her curtains open. Thank goodness the blinds were closed.

  She was lying on her stomach facing him. She was always so animated, so seeing her like this was different. When she’d been sick, he had watched over her. Now, though, Mal knew her sleep was peaceful. The morning light added an extra glow to her skin. He knew her mother had a little Native American in her which gave her the most amazing tone, but in the morning light, it was stunning. He was afraid to touch her, but not because he might wake her. There was a part of him that worried if he touched her, she would dissolve and he would find out this was all a dream.

  He took a chance and skimmed his fingers down her spine, moving the sheet down, exposing more flesh.

  She sighed, and he looked up. Her eyes were still closed but her lips curved. And just like that his heart exploded.

  “Good morning, chéri” he said. Even to his own ears his voice sounded rough.

  “Morning.” Her voice was filled with drowsy happiness.

  “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

  Amanda opened her eyes, barely. He could just make out the green in them.

  “Yeah? Then why have you been staring at me forever?”

  He chuckled. “You play a good possum.”

  “I had to have something to guard against my brothers. They were constantly devising ways to make my life hell.”

  “Hmm,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

  “I guess y’all weren’t too nice to Jocelyn and Shannon, were you?”

  “I plead the fifth.”

  She turned over, allowing the sheet to slip even further down. God, she was exquisite. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were just the size of his palms. The golden undertone to her flesh along with her hardened nipples was making his mouth dry. He wanted to touch, to taste.

  “I can just imagine you guys being mean to them.”

  “Aww, no, you got it wrong, darlin’. Those two banshees are demon spawns.”

  Her smile widened. “Really?”

  “Swear to God.”

  “You better be careful lying.”

  He frowned and crossed his heart. “Cross my heart.”

  She rolled her eyes. “So, if I call Shannon and ask her if she knows you call her a banshee, she’s going to agree?”

  “Don’t use the word banshee. She does know some voodoo.”

  Amanda laughed, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to taste her. It started simple, just a brush of his lips over hers, but soon he couldn’t resist dipping his tongue into the warmth of her mouth.

  He was already hard, but he grew harder. He wanted her with a need that almost scared him. And amazingly, while the Dom in him wanted to bust loose, to grab the control completely from her and make her submit, Mal wanted something else, something…just for them.

  He kissed his way down her neck, then glided his mouth over her full breast. She arched up against him, a moan escaping from her. He continued his path down to her pussy. She opened easily for him. The flavor of her arousal exploded across his taste buds.

  He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking it slowly. She arched up, urging him to take more, to give her release. He wasn’t ready for that.

  Instead, he moved away and without saying anything, he turned her over on her stomach. She giggled before she hit the mattress. He loved that sound. He hadn’t heard something like that from her in over a year.

  She looked back over her shoulder at him, a slow smile curving her full lips. Just like the night before, he felt his heart roll over in his chest. Never before had a woman been able to undo him with only a smile.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, but he heard the thread of amusement in her voice.

  “I think I promised you a spanking.”

  She lowered her eyes, but not before he saw the excitement. He raised his hand and smacked her once, enjoying the sound of his skin against hers. He knew what it did to women who were spanked, knew the way the sting of the slap would filter over her body. He raised his hand over and over, leaving her full, heart-shaped ass pink. She was squirming against the bed.

  Her arousal spurred his. Hell, the fact that she was in bed with him left him aroused. Now he was losing the last of his control.

  He reached for a condom, ripped it open, and had it on in record time. Mal reached for her then. He flipped her back over and pulled her on top of him. The gasp that filled the room was one of the most erotic sounds he had ever heard.

  “Take me in.”

  He wanted to watch her, to see her pleasure with the sunshine filling the room.

  She did, slowly slipping down onto his cock. She leaned her head back as she started to ride him. Slowly at first, then she increased her rhythm. He was near his orgasm, but he didn’t want to be there alone.

  “Amanda, baby, look at me.”

  She did, without question. One night and just the tip of the iceberg of their D/s re
lationship, but her immediate response told him they were already in sync.

  Her hair fell forward as she looked down at him. Mal gathered what control he had and slid his hand down to her sex.

  “Come with me,” he said as he pressed against her clit. He watched in awe as the orgasm swept over her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock. The pressure pulled his own release from him. He shouted her name as he thrust up into her one last time.

  Moments later, she collapsed on top of him. He groaned.

  She lifted herself up and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”

  She was grinning at him, so he knew she really wasn’t. “You don’t look very sorry.”

  “Well, I’m not. I think this is the best morning I’ve had in a long while.”

  He smiled, but while he was looking at her, he felt his smile fade. He didn’t regret last night. It was hard to regret something like that. But he did worry about her, and if she was attracted to him or the fact he was a Dom.

  “Stop it,” she ordered.

  “What?”

  “I can see your mind churning up all kinds of excuses that maybe we shouldn’t be together.”

  “No, not that.” He picked up her hair and started playing with it. It was soft and silky. He loved the way it felt against his skin. “It’s just that I wonder if you’re ready for this.”

  “I wasn’t a virgin.”

  She said it so sincerely, he laughed. “I know. You had never submitted, and we didn’t talk much about it beforehand.”

  “I’ve researched it.”

  “There’s more to it than just reading books and articles.”

  She nodded. “And that’s what you can teach me.”

  He opened his mouth but she stopped him.

  “Let it go, Malachai. Everything will be okay.”

  She kissed him then slipped out of bed. She picked up a tiny pink robe. “What would you like for breakfast? French toast?”

  “You’re going to cook for me again?”

  “Yep. And you can handle our next meal. How does that sound?”

  He nodded, and she leaned down to give him a quick kiss.

  “Stop thinking, Dupree. If there is one thing I have learned over the last two years, it is to live in the moment. No regrets.”