Page 10 of A Veteran's Protection
“Be patient, firefly. I’ll give you all that just as soon as you’re fed and rested.”
Besides, we’ve got an entire lifetime to explore each other’s bodies. I’m not going to rush now.
“You go take a shower while I get dinner going,” I order as I walk to the stairs to show her where it is.
She follows me up to the mezzanine floor, where I grab a fluffy white towel from a closet before leading her to the bathroom. A moment later, I’m back downstairs in the kitchen, and I hear the shower water start running. All I can think about is Lexi’s naked body in my shower.
I turn the oven on and start washing the rice, but I can’t shake the image of Lexi washing her body down with soap, getting wet and soapy in my shower without me.
I’m about to race up the stairs and join her when I check myself. She’s tired and weary, and I need to put her needs before mine. It takes all my military training to muster the discipline and self-control to stay in the kitchen. Methodically, I chop vegetables, though one part of my brain can’t stop thinking about her soaping herself down.
With some act of major restraint, I get rice into the rice cooker, chicken in the oven, and veggies on to steam.
All the while, my dick’s painfully hard, and my heart’s hammering against my rib cage, torn between wanting to run upstairs and claim my woman and fear that I might frighten heroff, and she’s already called her friend and told them to get the police.
But when the shower stops, and the bathroom door opens, I can’t resist looking up to the second-story mezzanine, which is open to the first floor. I watch as she steps out of the bathroom wrapped in my white fluffy towel. Her shoulders are bare, and water glistens on her legs. Her hair, made darker by the water, hangs wet down her back. She clutches the towel to her chest as it strains to cover her breasts. Her breasts that are bare under the towel, along with her bare pussy, clean and wet and waiting to be claimed.
She bites her lower lip and peers over the railing at me. From this angle, I can see up the towel a little way to the curve of her calf and the promise of thick thighs leading to a dark paradise.
“Can you help dry me off?” Her voice is a shy whisper, and she shifts the towel so it opens a crack, giving me an eyeful of her perfect round breasts, with water droplets hanging off her skin.
My mouth goes dry, and my dick hardens. She pulls the towel closed, and her eyes dance with mischief.
All restraint leaves me, and I take the stairs two at a time. Fuck discipline, fuck self-control. There’s a fiery goddess in my cabin in nothing but a towel, and I can’t hold back any longer.
As I stride along the hallway, she turns to meet me. Her eyes are wide, and she glances down at the bulge sticking out of my jeans and licks her lips. She fucking licks her lips like she wants to suck me up like a popsicle.
I’m an arm’s length away when her gaze meets mine, steady and bold, staring me straight in the eyes as she drops the towel.
It falls to the floor, sliding off her body to reveal her perfect, plump figure. Full breasts and a generous waist and the perfect triangle of dark hair between her legs.
“Fuck, firefly.” I drink her in, not knowing where to look first; at her dusky nipples, or glistening pubic hair, or her wide, trusting eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My hands slide around her waist, and she molds against me. I groan as she presses into me, making my dick fit to burst from its zipper.
My hands slide up her back and over her shoulders, and I grab a handful of her beautiful, plump breasts. My lips crash into hers, and I kiss her and grind against her and strum her nipples all at the same time.
My mouth moves down her throat, and I pull back because I have to make sure she’s cool with what I’m about to do to her.
“I want you, Lexi.”
“Me, too,” she whispers, and her eyes are full of surprise, as if it’s a wondrous discovery, which is exactly how I feel.
“I don’t usually do this,” she murmurs. “But you make me …”
Her words trail off as I pinch her nipples. “You only drop your towel for me, is that right?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’ve never …”
Her words turn into a moan as I pinch the other nipple.
“You don’t show these titties to anyone but me.”
“Only you,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.”
She moans and pushes her chest forward and into me. “You like that, do you?”
