Stroke of Luck by Trixie Stilletto

hair and gripped the strands, halting her inches from her prize.
    “You did all the work last time. It’s my turn now,” he said. Before she could blink their positions were reversed. She was on her back and he was between her legs. She hated the thought of that moist, ready cock being denied, and she told him so.
    “Oh, it isn’t going to be denied,” he promised then robbed her of all her breath when he placed his mouth against the outer lips of her pussy and started using that gifted tongue of his to show her just how he did the work.
    Soon she was moaning as he licked and kissed like a professional lover. He found every spot to bring her the most pleasure. As he licked he used his fingers to tease and tantalize, stroking her clit and reaching deep inside, finding the spot that would give her the ultimate release. As she came she cried out in joy and rode the wave of pleasure to shore.
    She felt him move and opened her eyes to watch as he slid inside her still quivering pussy. He stroked inside her with steady, even thrusts that quickly spiraled her back over the edge of pleasure. His dick jerked, signaling his simultaneous release, and she felt complete in ways she’d only imagined.
    A long time later they were lying side by side and he was stroking her face and hair. She felt a great need to sleep but wanted to talk more. With supreme control, she leaned up and kissed him gently then asked a question. “Can you tell me what it’s like when you row?”
    His hand stopped its movement on her face as if he were surprised by her words. Then a smile bloomed across his face.
    “It feels almost as good as making you come,” he said. She smiled as she knew he expected her to but she also felt a little disappointed. She’d been hoping for something more truthful from him. She didn’t know why, because it wasn’t as if they were a couple or anything. That thought stopped her. She was thinking this was something more than just a good time. And that was her problem, not his. She started to say something that would lighten the mood, which had turned much too serious on her part, when he spoke again.
    “I don’t know if I can explain it.”
    She was beginning to be able to read his expressions, and what she saw now was that he was searching for the right words. Annalisa stroked her hand across his damp chest to give him time and unspoken support. She was afraid any interruption on her part might stop what he wanted to say.
    After a few more seconds, he tucked her more securely against his body and slowly began to talk about his past.
    “When I was injured in Afghanistan, I thought I had lost everything. Being a Ranger…well, I never thought I’d stop,” he said. “Oh sure, I knew at some point I’d be too old and too beat-up to continue, but I figured that was years away. Honestly I thought I’d be dead long before that happened. It’s just the law of averages. You jump into too many fires and you’re going to get burned.”
    She made a sound she hoped was noncommittal, one that wouldn’t stop him. She had a feeling she was going to finally get a glimpse into the real man, one she was dying to get to know better.
    But he was silent for so long that she was afraid he wasn’t going to say any more.
    “I did a feature shoot of some of the training the Rangers do a few years ago,” she finally said.
    He snorted. “I bet that went over well with command.”
    “They didn’t seem to be too upset. I was only there a few hours,” she admitted.
    The way his mouth moved, just at one corner in a sort of wry grimace, told Annalisa that she hadn’t seen anything of importance. Not that she was surprised by that knowledge.
    “Yeah, well, training is good and it does prepare the men the best it can for action. But nothing really mimics combat.”
    She couldn’t truly begin to imagine what he’d seen and done on battlefields large and small in places she’d never known existed.
    “So when you were injured, what did