Page 123 of Army
“It’s me, babe,” he said through the door.
The door swung open and Mia stood before him in a short as hell ivory robe, cinched tightly around her waist by a sash. The shiny robe draped sexily over her curves, and a hint of cleavage peeked out from the slightly opened neckline. Army ran his tongue over his lips as his gaze traveled up and down her body.
“Are you just going to stand there gawking at me, or are you coming in?” Mia asked.
Army glanced up at her and saw desire burning in her amber eyes. “Fuck you look sexy,” he said in a low voice.
Mia ran her hands over her body, and then cupped her breasts. “Do we have time to play?” she asked softly, gripping his hand and jerking him inside.
Army kicked the door shut, yanked her to him, and took her mouth. Deep. Hungry. Mia slipped her hands under his shirt and drew her nails down his back, scratching him savagely.
“I like that,” he gritted as he undid the robe’s sash.
Army’s hand covered one of her tits and he squeezed it hard, loving the way Mia groaned and dug her nails deeper into his skin. They clawed, bit and humped each other like two animals in heat, and then Army slammed Mia’s back against the wall and leaned into her with the full weight of his body, pinning her. He pushed his hands inside her robe and ran them down her soft skin, and when he felt her panties, he looped his fingers around them and ripped them off. Mia cried out and tore his back even more with long scratches.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since we left Durango,” he snarled.
“That makes two of us,” she said before biting his bottom lip.
Army’s fingers slid between her folds, and her juices covered them, exciting him more. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”
“That’s what you do to me.” Mia grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged at it.
Army’s teeth nipped and bit at her neck, her shoulders, and her tits, her moans fueling his burning lust. In frantic moves, they tore off each other’s clothes, touching, grabbing, kissing, and biting as if it were the last time they’d ever taste and feel each other again.
Army lifted Mia’s leg and she wrapped it around him, and then she put her other leg around, hugging him tightly as he held her up, his hands squeezing her ass checks.
“I need it so bad,” he grunted as he thrust into her. He crushed his mouth on hers and then he banged her hard and fast. Mia cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her firm body matching his rhythm.
Her arousal mixed with his created a tangy, musky scent which drove him fucking wild, and he pounded in and out of her. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his back.
“So fuckin’ good,” he panted as he pushed harder and deeper. “Touch your sweet spot for me, baby.”
Army watched as Mia slipped her fingers between her engorged lips and flicked her clit while he fucked her. “I love watching you touch yourself,” he growled.
“I’m so close, Army,” she moaned.
He was too, and the combination of her whimpers, her face contorting in pleasure, and her finger furiously rubbing her hardened nub pushed his passion over the top. Mia banged her head against the wall with a thud as she cried out her release, bucking against him, mumbling incoherently. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting.
“Mia! Fuck!” he shouted.
Their orgasms downed them both, and they crumbled like sand to the floor, holding each other tightly, panting, their bodies sated.
After their breathing returned to normal, Army kissed her slowly and gently. With his fingertips, he traced the outline of her lips, loving the way they still glistened from his kiss. “I fuckin’ love you,” he said in a low voice.
The tip of Mia’s tongue brushed over the pads of his fingers. “I love you too.”
After a while, Army eased away from her and stood up, holding out his hand. “We’ve got dinner reservations, baby.” He helped Mia up and handed her the robe and ripped panties.
“I better get ready. I’m always starving after a workout.” She winked at him, and he swatted her ass as she went into the bathroom.
An hour later they sat by the restaurant window eating shrimp cocktail. Mia was beautiful in a form-fitting plum dress with her hair loose around her shoulders. Army smiled at her as he brought the whiskey to his mouth.
“It’s so lovely and romantic in here,” she said, picking up the glass of white wine.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorite steakhouses in Alina.”
“I wish I could stay for the rest of the week and spend more time with you, but I have too many clients.” Mia popped another shrimp in her mouth.
