Always a Marine 21 - Lest Old Marines Be Forgot by Heather Long Page B

teasing one breast and then the other, she writhed beneath him. Her thoughts drowned in a sea of sensations brought on by the raw, naked length of him pressing her down into the mattress and the slick strength of his gorgeous muscles beneath her hands.
    When he would have continued downward, trailing wet kisses along her belly, she tugged at his hair to pull him up for another toe-curling kiss that seemed to invade her soul. He hooked a thumb in the side of her lace panties and the scrap of fabric ripped.
    The sound had him jerking his head up and he glanced down at the lace in his hand with an almost boyish grin of delight. Brenda threw her head back and laughed. Her laughter sparked his and Tom settled atop her and buried his face to her throat. The length of his erection served as an erotic caress where it teased her.
    “Oh,” she whispered, caressing his skin. “I thought that only happened in books.”
    “I didn’t realize it was that delicate.”
    Their words tripped over each other, but when he lifted his head, the flashes of humor peeked through the passionate storm. Another thrill shivered up her spine and she reveled in the abandon she found in the tangle of their naked limbs.
    “I can buy another pair….” She traced the line of his face and down around his lips. Catching the pad of her finger with his teeth, he sucked on it. Everything in her when low and tight.
    “I might rip the second pair, too.” He kissed her palm and began a slow sensual assault along her arm—who knew the crook of her elbow could be an erogenous zone?
    “Oh, I’ll definitely buy several pairs then.” She moaned as he found her breast and tugged at her nipple.
    “Good.” He stopped talking then, teasing her to the point of madness. Then his mouth returned to hers and the kiss was wild and wet, and paid on the promise of his raw attraction. Vibrating with urgent need, she groaned when he abandoned the kiss—but jerked her eyes open at the sound of foil ripping and he rolled the condom into place.
    “God, you do everything well,” she told him with unabashed delight. Her only regret that she hadn’t been the one to caress him before he did that. What would it be like to wrap her hand around him—
    He nudged her thighs apart and cupped her sex with the barest amount of pressure. She split apart on a wave of ecstasy that rolled her under so swiftly she could only gasp and grab his forearms, holding onto him lest she drown under the tidal force.
    “Sensitive,” he murmured, but the word barely registered because he began to circle his thumb around her clit. Another electric shock. He continued to use his hand and fingers until her body tightened all over again. And the whole time, he watched her. The heat of his gaze added another layer of intimacy and whenever her hips bucked up, he gave her more of the same.
    When he took his touch away, she cried out at the loss. But he whispered another word she couldn’t hear, stroking over her thighs then shifted her. It registered what he attempted and she lifted her legs, hitching them around his hips. He gave an approving sound and dropped to kiss the corner of one eye and then the other before pushing into her.
    He was as hard and unyielding as his thrust, taking her in a slow, intense, patient fashion—as deliberate in his invasion as he’d been in every other interaction. Gripping his shoulders, she reveled in his changing expressions as pleasure tightened his face into a grimace.
    She’d feel it in the morning, but right then she didn’t care how deep he went or how much he stretched her. The sting of adjusting to him was nothing compared to the spasms of pleasure beginning to radiate out as he glided against her sensitive flesh. When he was seated, all the way, they both let out a little groan.
    Sweat beaded along his forehead and he teased her lower lip in a brushing caress. “I want to go slow for you.” The tension shaking him told her it took everything he had and