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Chapter Seventeen

             
The following month as Conrad cleared Fort Bragg, Addie was digging into her new position at work. Quite often Conrad would stay with Addie because he had to pack his apartment get it ready to move. He would joke frequently that her queen sized bed was much smaller than his king one and he had no room to stretch out, but when they were both in her bed, neither one seemed to stretch out and notice that there wasn’t as much room in her bed as they were always snuggled together. Nearing the time for the movers to come to get Conrad’s furniture, Addie seemed to be in a funk. It was something that she just couldn’t shake no matter how much time she and Conrad spent together. Even Conrad noticed that Addie didn’t seem like herself. Knowing that it was just from his having to leave, he spent more time on the little things like getting her flowers, making her coffee in the morning, and always taking the time to kiss her forehead or bring her lunch in the afternoon at work.

             
On the rare occasions that Addie and Conrad stayed at his apartment in his king-size bed, he seized every opportunity to use the cuffs to stretch her body out over the bed as he licked and sucked and kissed and worshiped her naked body. Sometimes he would slowly make love to her and other times he would fuck her senseless. But afterwards, she would always be in his arms where she belonged. It was the times when he was in Addie and rolled her over so that she was on top and he asked her to ride him, that Conrad loved the best. Her tits bouncing as she rode him hard and then the times when she would grind on him slowly, her head back, her mouth open… whispering his name over and over like a mantra on her lips.

             
The night before Conrad was to leave to Pennsylvania for his 30 days of leave before he flew to Italy, he took Addie out to dinner and then to an arcade where she commenced to kicking his butt at air hockey three times in a row. He won at skew ball, she won guitar jam, he won the basketball toss and in racing, where she said he cheated because he ran her off the road. His goal was to keep her mind off of his leaving in the morning, and maybe his too. As they walked into her apartment that night, she put her pocketbook down on the bar like she always did and looked at the time to see it was almost eleven o’clock. Then she looked at Conrad and asked him to make love to her one more time.

             
“Once? That’s it?” Conrad walked up to Addie and took her face in his hands saying, “I plan on fucking you more than once tonight.”

             
‘Oh, well that is good to know.”  Addie giggled.

             
“It is isn’t it?”  Conrad agreed as he made his way to the front door to make sure it was locked and then turned off all of the lights.

             
He noticed that Addie hadn’t moved from where she was standing. Taking her hand, he led her to her bedroom. He stopped next to the bed and slowly started to undress her, kissing her skin as it was bared. He dropped to his knees in front of her and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. As he pulled them down, he’d take her foot and slip off her sneaker and sock on one foot, then the other. Then sliding the fabric the rest of the way down her legs. He tossed her jeans aside and kissed his way up her left leg, and then down to her right foot.

             
Sliding his hands up both of her legs, he rested his hands on her ass and he rested his forehead against her belly, his nose just at her pubic bone. Inhaling a deep breath of her scent, Conrad could feel his cock get hard. To the point it almost hurt in his jeans. Kissing her pubic bone he made his way down until he was at the juncture of Addie’s thighs.

             
“Lean on the bed for me baby.” Conrad whispered.

             
Addie leaned back on the bed as Conrad spread her legs open and leaned in to kiss her bare pussy. His tongue was a force to be reckoned with. His open mouth kisses on her were a force to be reckoned with. His hands massaged her thighs as his tongue fucked her pussy. Sliding a hand over, he took her click into his mouth as his fingers fucked her, her hips pushing up against his mouth and fingers, her moans getting louder and louder.

             
He pulled back to see her in the throes of her passion. “That’s it baby. Come for me.” He whispered before his mouth descended on her clit again. He smiled inwardly as her scream cut the air as her orgasm hit. His fingers squeezed in her tight channel. Releasing her clit from his mouth, he looked up at her smiling.

             
Breathing heavy, Addie was euphoric. She would never forget Conrad for as long as she lived. He pulled her legs around his waist and she hooked her feet together behind him. He bent over and pulled the cup of her bra down on the right side and laved her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Immediately, her hands when to his hair, her fingers sifting through the longer strands on top. When he sucked her nipple harder into his mouth, she gasped for air. Releasing the one and pulling the bra cup down on the other he repeated the motion of laving her nipple, and then sucking hard on it.

             
She pulled at his hair to get his attention. “You have too many clothes on.”  She gasped out.

             
He released her breast with a pop and looked at her. “Do I?” He smirked at her.

             
She only nodded her head.

             
He slowly removed her hands from his hair and gently unhooked her feet from around his waist and set her feet on the bed so that she was wide open for him again. He bent down and licked her with the flat of his tongue. Just once. Then stood up and spread his muscular arms out, palms up in invitation.

             
“Undress me.” He challenged her with his hazel eyes.

             
Addie dropped her legs over the bed and sat up. “Undress you?”

             
“If you think you can handle it. But you have to be completely naked first.”

             
“Oh I think I can handle it.” Addie reached behind her and quickly undid her bra and sliding it slowly down her arms and then tossing it on the floor.

             
“Bring it on little girl.” Conrad smiled.

             
“I’m not a little girl.” Addie smiled up at him shaking her head.

             
“I’d say you’re little. But you are also tight.” Conrad’s smile grew into what looked like a Cheshire cat. “Do your worst.”

             
Addie got up off the bed and took his T-shirt by the hem at the bottom and slowly lifted it up over his defined abs and his pecks and as Addie kept going up Conrad lifted his arms so that she could lift his shirt over his head, where she promptly threw it on the floor with her bra. While his hands were still up in the air, Addie slid down them using her small nails to give him goose bumps until she reached his nipples that were hard and as she descended on one with her mouth, her hand tweaked the nipple of the other one. Her tongue swirling around on his nipple she pulled back just a little on it making his nipple even harder. Then she switched sides, her tongue circling the round disk the tip of her tongue teasing the hard nub of his nipple while her other hand, busied itself with his other nipple.

             
Kissing her way down the middle of his chest down to his abdomen, her tongue sliding along each line that defined his six-pack. Her hands slid down the sides of his body to his waist into his jeans, but only the first knuckle of each finger so as to tease him. Stopping at his naval, Addie gave him an open mouth kiss against his naval. And there were groans she got from Conrad that were indeed rewarding. Pulling back just a little, and she slowly worked to the button of his jeans and then the zipper.

             
  Tick, tick, tick.

Until the zipper was all the way down. Addie spread the open flaps of fabric aside and was met with the hard beet-red head of his cock. Leaning in just a little, she gently blew against it and watched as a bead of wetness grew on the tip. Looking up at Conrad, the s
ide her mouth went up in a sly smile. He was looking down at her in complete sexual torture. She noticed that his hands were clenched into fists by his side.

             
Leaving his cock for later, Addie slid her hands down the fabric of his jeans until she touched his shoes. Untying the laces, she slid them off his feet, then his socks. Just as painstakingly as she slid down his jeans, she went back up. Addie leaned in running the tip of her nose up the underside of Conrad’s cock that was now exposed. When she got to the cap, she stuck out her tongue and licked the wetness from the tip. Conrad took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, trying to regain his composure.

             
In all the times that he and Addie had been together over the course of the past month, not once had they even ventured down the path of Addie sucking his dick. He enjoyed having his dick sucked...he was just more in-tuned with what he wanted to do with Addie. And right now, all he could think of was grabbing her hair and controlling how much of his dick went in her mouth, and whether he’d let her swallow him when he came, or if he’d shoot it on her tits.

             
Sliding her mouth of the head of Conrad’s cock, Addie swirled her tongue around and around and pushed it up against the top of her mouth a started to hum. Conrad’s hands flew to her hair.

             
“HOLY FUCK!” Conrad called out.

             
Addie’s hands pulled down his jeans with his cock still in her mouth. She only got them as far as his knees, but the pressure he was exerting on her scalp with his hands eluded to not worry about them. Now able to take more of him in her mouth, she dropped her jaw a bit and slid down on him even more, until he hit the muscle in the back of her throat. Making her gag reflex for crazy. She pulled back and let him go with a pop. She swallowed a few times as she looked up at him.

             
“Like I said...Pringles.” She gasped out.

             
Conrad chuckled a little. “Let’s see how much more you can take baby.” He guided her mouth back toward him. He loved it when she opened her mouth and his cock disappeared into it.

             
“FUCK!” He exclaimed.

             
That was the most erotic thing ever. Only because it was Addie. He’d seen other women, but there was nothing behind it. It was an exchange. They got sex, he got off...usually on their face or chest. But, this...this was Addie. The one. He just had to un-fuck his thinking.

             
He pushed Addie slowly, the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and he was just over halfway in. He wouldn’t push though. Letting up on his grip, he let her take over and threw his head back as he breathed deeply to not come down her throat too quickly from the suction that she had on his cock. She bobbed up and down the length of him, and what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, she stroked with her hand.

             
Addie felt for the first time that she was actually in control of Conrad. Usually, he pleasured her, he teased her. This time, she was pleasuring and teasing him. And she was ecstatic. He was large, but, if she went at her own pace and relaxed, she was really enjoying doing this for him. He tasted a little salty, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Her free hand reached to cup his heavy sac and squeezed a little. Conrad rewarded her with a deep throaty groan with her name on it. She loved that he shaved his pubic area too. It made it more sensitive and she loved to touch him. Covering her teeth with her lips, she put a little pressure on him as she went down and back. That move coupled with her hand on his balls was his undoing.

             
“Addie please.” He groaned. “Stop. Please. Stop.” He pulled her hair gently so that he slid out of her mouth. “Baby if you don’t stop I’m going to come down your throat, and I really don’t want to do that.”

             
Addie looked up at him and slid her tongue to swipe at Conrad’s tip one more time. “What if I want you to come in my mouth?”

             
“Because I want to come on your stomach and in your pussy. I want to mark you.”

             
“You’ve already ruined me for anyone else.” Addie shook her head. “What more do you want?”

             
Conrad didn’t answer her question. He picked her up by her underarms and tossed her on the bed with a bounce, then he shucked his jeans and lay over her, his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, his hands in her hair as he propped up on his forearms and his lips hovering over hers. His eyes bored into hers. It was a battle of intensity. He could read her through her expressions.

             
“For you could be my submissive.” He spoke against her lips.

             
“Who said I couldn’t?” She whispered back.

             
“Fine.” He pulled back about an inch. “You learn everything you can about being a submissive and we’ll test you. I’ll test you. I’ll push your buttons and your limits. See if you can hang.”