Page 24 of Yankee in the Wind

“You didn’t ask.”

He lifted himself off her and took off his boxer briefs. His fully erect cock jutted out.

“Hmm,” she said and licked her lips.

Before he could stop her, she sat up and put her lips around the tip of his cock, taking him deep into her warm mouth.

“Fuck, Lilly!”

For a few seconds he let her suck him and enjoyed her masterful touch. But then he pulled himself out of her mouth. “You’re playing with a loaded weapon, baby.”

“Then maybe you should use it on me.” She cast him a coquettish look.

“As you wish.”

He pressed her back onto the couch and settled between her thighs, before he nudged his cock at her pussy. He felt her wetness and warmth, while she slid her hands onto his hips and pulled him to her. He thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. Closing his eyes, he let out a breath.

“Fuck!”

When he opened his eyes, he looked straight into Lilly’s. She smiled at him.

“I missed you,” she murmured.

“I missed you more.”

With long thrusts, he started to ride her, while he sank his lips onto hers. Their bodies moved in synch as if they’d done this a million times, when in truth they’d only had one night together. But just like seven years ago, they clicked. He’d never before experienced anything like it with a woman. He’d never felt the connection that he felt with Lilly with anybody else. She seemed to know instinctively what he wanted and needed, just like he knew how to pleasure her without her needing to tell him. Everything felt perfect, as if they were made for each other.

Lilly’s interior muscles gripped him like a tight fist, and her wetness felt like sliding into warm silk. He couldn’t get enough of it, and bit back the urge to climax. No, he needed to make the most of it, to prolong the pleasure they were giving each other, because he didn’t know whether they would have another day, or week, or month. He needed to live a whole life in this one night, and it felt like Lilly knew it too. Either one of them could die tomorrow or the next day. Life wasn’t certain, but their connection was.

He wasn’t a man of many words, didn’t know how to tell Lilly what he felt for her, but he could show her with his body.

When he couldn’t hold onto his control any longer, he looked into her eyes. “Lilly,” he murmured, not finding the words she deserved. That he loved her; that he had always loved her. But those words carried a promise, one he couldn’t make for fear he would be forced to break it one day.

Lilly shuddered underneath him, and Jack let himself go and spilled his seed in her, thrusting hard and deep. As they both stilled and their breathing settled into a slower rhythm, Jack brushed a featherlight kiss on her lips and caressed her face.

“Jack?”

“Yes?”

“I know you can’t make me any promises… but…”

“But what?” he asked softly hoping whatever she wanted from him was within his power to grant.

“Promise me that you’ll be here tomorrow morning. Just this once I want to wake up with you.”

“I’ll be here. But I can’t promise you that we’ll wake up together.” He winked. “That would imply that we’re actually going to get any sleep. And that I can’t guarantee.” He slowly moved his still semi-hard cock back and forth. “Unless you’ve had enough.”

Lilly put both hands on his ass to hold him close to her. “I’m ready for round two, but if you need a break, I’ll wait.”

He chuckled. “Give me five minutes, and I’m all yours.”

12

Lilly was awake with a start. For a moment, she had no idea where she was. It was still dark, though a little bit of light seemed to enter the room from the sides of the blinds. The bed wasn’t hers, but the warmth in it felt familiar and safe. Then she remembered the past twelve hours.

Next to her, Jack’s naked body glistened with sweat, and he fidgeted in his sleep. Moans came from him, and she realized that he was in the throes of a nightmare.

PTSD? Very likely. After all, he’d been a soldier deployed in war zones around the world before he’d joined the CIA.