Page 84 of Miss Typed

His fingers grabbed my ponytail, gripping it tight.

I loved the sensation.

“Do you like it when I pull your hair? How about if I move my hips?”

I hummed, a “mm-hmm,” loving how he shuddered at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he growled.

I tried to take him as deep as I could, sucking hard, and hollowing out my cheeks. I wrapped my hand around his base and dragged my grip up, then back down, following with my mouth. His hips moved to match my pace, urging me to go faster. When his orgasm detonated, I swallowed every drop before standing up to meet his eyes. It was important for him to realize I wouldn’t dwell on his injury if he didn’t.

“That was unexpected.”

“Was it?” I enjoyed the way he was kissing down the curve of my neck.

“How about you dry off and wait in bed for me?”

I didn’t hesitate to do so, figuring he might need some privacy to finish washing. After drying quickly, I went out to the master bedroom and lay on his bed to wait.

It was only a couple of minutes before he stood in the doorframe, gazing down on me.

My eyes didn’t leave his.

“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?”

I needed him to believe me when I said it wasn’t his leg. “I’m thinking about your tattoos. Tell me about them.”

His expression relaxed while he made the three hops to the bed. But after sitting down, he paused.

I sat up behind him and kissed his shoulder. “Tell me about the tribal one first.”

“Camp Pendleton, California, two months after my first deployment. I knew the guy who did the artwork, and thought it would make a good tattoo.”

I moved my hands down to touch the ink. “And the eagle, globe, and anchor on your chest?”

“After I’d graduated officer candidate school in Virginia, I got it along with every other second lieutenant.”

Sliding my fingers over to the other pec muscle, I traced the lines of the next tattoo. “The skull on the other side?”

“Got it after my second deployment. Just thought it looked cool.”

“It does look cool.”

“Lie on the bed, Chloe. I need to touch you some more.”

I did as he asked, propping my pillow up behind my head.

He took his time. Kissing up my stomach, my breasts, and my neck before taking my lips again.

My hands reached for him, finding him already growing hard again.

“We may have to take yet another rain check on the beard between your legs because right now I need to be inside of you.”

“I’d like it better in the morning, anyhow.”

He returned my smile, his fingers traveling down to ensure I was wet enough to take him. “I want to try it with me on top. But if it’s too uncomfortable or awkward, we can change positions.”

“’Kay.”