Marrying the Marine-epub (11 page)

Sandella’s mouth watered as she inhaled the tasty-looking meal. There was grilled lobster tail, fresh sautéed creek shrimp, lemon herb roasted potatoes, and a small green salad with walnuts.

The waiter lifted the bottle of German Riesling out of the bucket of ice perched on the stand, filled their glasses, then disappeared.   

She unfurled her napkin and placed it in her lap. “This looks delicious.”

“I remembered you saying you loved seafood. I hope you enjoy it.”

Just being with you is plenty.
“I’m sure I will.”

He hefted his glass to the air. “I’d like to make a toast.”

“Go ahead,” she said, holding her glass in front of her face. 

“To friendship.”
Friends? Is that all we are?
He continued. “As we become better acquainted, may our friendship continue to grow stronger.” Their glasses clinked. 
What about becoming serious? Or perhaps lovers?
she halfway wanted to ask, but didn’t. 

As she looked across the table at him her heart swelled.
What a nice friend I have.
“Nice toast.” Sipping the wine, the immense sweet flavor bubbled on her tongue. 

“Nice lady.” Retrieving his cell, he thumbed over the screen, hit a button, then lowered it to the table in front of the burning red candle. Smooth sounds of whimsical jazz infiltrated her ears.  

The conversation between them flowed easy and free during dinner. She carved a chunk of lobster out of the shell. “What’s the name of this song?”

“A Mid Autumn Night’s Dream.” Holding the fork to his mouth, he bit into the shrimp.

“Perfect title for an evening like this.” The warm lobster lay on her tongue and she savored the juicy, tender meat.  

“Yes it is. I have my own autumn night dream that I’m hoping to fulfill by the time this evening is over.”

“And what’s that?” She wondered what her expression looked like to him.

He extended his arm across the table and took her hand. “I want to make love to you.” Desire rushed through her body.

Her tingly nipples balled up. “I’d like that.”
Should I tell him I’m a virgin? No. The conversation alone may ruin the mood.

His hazel eyes flickered like a Christmas tree at her agreement. Braylon wiped his mouth, pushed back his chair, and stood.  His figure towered her as he reached down for her hand, gesturing her to stand. He draped an arm around her waist, drew her to him. “Let’s dance.”

When she palmed his shoulder, he grabbed her free hand and leveled their clenching hands to her shoulder. Their bodies swayed sensually beneath the oak to the jazz overture in the background. Her breasts up against his muscular pectoris felt like heaven.

As they danced she cradled her head to his chest, absorbing the breathtaking view of the fierce torches burning in the distance. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the hard contours of his body. His penis grinding against her abdomen turned to steel.
Uh oh. He’s ready for me. 

He stopped swaying, cupped her neck. “I’m ready to make love to you,” he groaned, a deep longing for sex glittering in his eyes.

She swallowed. Heat shot through her veins like slick lava. Her vagina clenched then dripped fluid into her panties.
I’m melting.
“I’m ready, too.”

He yanked her off her feet and walked across the lawn toward the guest cottage. “I couldn’t think of a better dessert.” He dipped his head then placed a burning kiss on her lips.

I’m his dessert. Oh my, my my. 
She’d never engaged in sexual intercourse to the point of penetration before. She prayed to God that she didn’t disappoint him.

Her head fit perfectly in the hollow between his shoulder and neck as he carried her through the sparkly orange torches. The warmth of his arms was so male, so bracing. His woody masculine scent tantalized her.

He pushed open the door of the cottage, stepped over the threshold, kicked the door closed behind him, then headed straight to the master bedroom.

Coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, he lowered her to her feet. With a finger to her chin, he palmed the back of her head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He trailed a gentle finger over her lips.

His penis feels so heavy on my stomach. Good gracious, he’s going to split me wide open.
She swallowed the insecurity bubbling at the base of her throat.

His seductive gaze slid downward to her breasts, then his mouth covered hers hungrily. The caress of his lips gliding over hers set her aflame. He began to tenderly massage her buttocks.

“Touch me.” Before she had the chance to respond, he grabbed her hand, slid it inside his pants, and put it on his hard dick.

Dear Lord.
Surprise shot through her as his erection jutted into her clutched palm like a humongous vibrator.
He’s huge, very huge.

More heat oozed into her entrance. She squeezed him hard then stroked him up and down. Merging her tongue with his, she drank his groans into her mouth.

He grabbed her dress at the hem, rolled it up over her head. Her hair fell from the up-do to her shoulders. He ran a finger over the fabric of her bra, pinching her erect nipple. “You’re so beautiful. And tonight, you’re mine. Say you’re mine,” he ordered, unfastening her bra.

“I’m yours, Braylon. All yours,” she cooed as her bra fell from her shoulders to the floor.

He hooked his fingers at the waistline of her panties. Rolling them down the length of her legs, he crouched. Although she was sure about her readiness to give herself to him a sense of uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach.
This is the perfect man to lose my virginity to. 

With his hands kneading her bare butt, he gently circled the tip of his nose against the patch of black hair covering her hot sex, and sniffed.  “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Let me taste your pussy.”

When his fingers touched her, she shivered. He parted her quivering labia and pressed his tongue inside her. Finding her G-spot, he thrashed against the sensitive nerves and licked her something delicious. Grabbing the top of his head, her head rolled backward. She bit back the harsh whimper threatening to erupt from her mouth.  

Leaving her clitoris, he rose slowly. Braylon palmed her hips and lapped his thick tongue over her navel, then flicked it over her nipple. She cried out in pleasure.

Pinning her with a seductive stare, his fingers undid the buttons at the top of his dress shirt while she worked quickly to undo the buttons at the bottom. As she removed his shirt, he unbuckled his belt. When he rolled his pants and underwear down his muscular legs, his erect cock plopped out.  

He swept her tongue from her mouth back into his. The feel of his bare erection gliding across her belly sent shock waves of electricity charging to her brain. She wondered how much more she could stand.

With their mouths feasting hungrily, he lowered her to the mattress. Sensation brewed inside her veins like a boiling caffeinated latte. She was really going to do this, she thought. Her first time would hurt but she didn’t care. Rummaging her fingers wildly through his hair, she circled her hips, grinding against his tool.

He lifted her to place a pillow beneath her buttocks. Braylon spread her legs wide, clenched his erection with his fingers, then put his head on her wet opening. She prepared for him to brand her, tense beneath his hard physique.

“Open your eyes, Sandella,” he groaned. Her right eye popped open. “Both of them.” There went the left one. “I want to see your eyes as I sink to the bottom of you.” As wet as she was he was sure to drown at some point, she thought.

He slowly inched the top half of his thick shaft inside. Her constricted walls stretched. His girth was thick and fulfilling to the point it seemed inhuman. Receiving him, she fisted the sheets. She bit gently at the inside of her cheeks as a low grunt sat on the opening of her lips dying to escape.

Rocking his hips, he paused. Concern enveloped his pupils. “Damn, you’re tight. Are you a virgin?”

Nodding, she purred, “Yes, Braylon. You’re my first.”

“Fuck!” He jumped off her and rolled out of bed to his feet.

Mortified, she rose up on her elbows.

He grasped the sides of his head. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin!”

BRAYLON’S DICK
throbbed and felt ready to burst on him as he paced back and forth at the side of the bed, trying to make an acute decision. Both his brain and his cock were troubled, on the verge of hurting. The naked, sexy lady in his bed had just told him she was a fucking virgin, that he was her first. He paused and looked down at Sandella.
Jesus Christ.
What’s a man to do?

Her virginity was indeed a problem for him because he had a tendency to fuck women then not want to be bothered with them after doing so. And the last thing he wanted was to do that to someone as sweet and as special as Sandella. Damn, why didn’t he have this conversation beforehand? Admiring the round curves of her swollen breasts and her pointed black nipples, the squirming balls in his sac rolled into knots. 
Ouch.

She tilted her chin to look up at him. The bluish moon glowed through the slits in the blinds over her soft circular face. Batting her eyelashes, her rounded eyes gleamed with arousal. “I didn’t know I had to tell you.”

He released a pent-up breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She flattened her hands on the mattress, spread her legs wider. “I’m positive. And just so you know…I’ve been ready for quite some time now.” She slid her finger in her mouth and sucked it.

Electricity surged through his throbbing shaft. He flew on top of her, and she fell flat on her back. Fondling the hot space between her legs, he found her tender entrance then reinserted himself into her creamy wetlands.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist she bucked, forcing him to slip to the bottom of her.
Fucking Christ!
Her tight walls clenched him like a slick glove as he stroked.

He slid his pulsating shaft to her entrance, leaving just the tip in, then slowly pressed back down. He moaned. “You feel so good, Sandella.”

SOFT COOS
came from Sandella’s pursed lips. “You too.” Now that the pain had subsided Braylon’s skillful penetration was bringing her sheer pleasure.
Mmmm, he’s hitting all the right spots.
As he sucked her sensitive areola, she tucked her body into his contours and grabbed his butt. So many pleasures at once,
oh my
.

Their sweaty bodies were in exquisite harmony with one another as he moved in and out of her, urging her toward an orgasm.  Their eyes locked. Her shallow breathing quickened. Approaching her climax, her sex beat fiercely.

He brought his member up to her entrance again, and when he slammed back in an orgasm rippled through her body. “Braylon!” A rush of wild wind expelled from her lungs as she yelled out his name. 

He dipped up and down. He shuddered. “I feel your pussy exploding on my dick. You’re making me come, baby.”  His back straightened. He continued to stroke her as hot sperm squirted inside, filling her to the hilt.

Now that was good. I’m in love.
Her body hadn’t had the chance to recuperate and here she wanted to do it again already.

A satisfied glow filled his eyes as he pecked her forehead. Taking in every little detail of their lovemaking aftermath, she felt his cock soften inside her. He rolled off her. She smiled outwardly and inwardly.

“Come here, baby.” He gathered her in his arms.

Sandella’s thighs felt sticky as she lay cuddled up against his chest. “I’m so glad you were my first.”

With his chest pressing into her back, and his penis against her butt, he caressed her arm. “Me too, Sandella. Me too.”  He bestowed the back of her head with a kiss. Shortly thereafter, Sandella drifted off to sleep satisfied, and in the bulky arms of a fine Marine. 

E
arly the next morning, the loud engine of a motor boat strummed inside Braylon’s ears and awakened him from a deep slumber. He stirred, then opened his eyes to find his limbs were entangled with Sandella’s. Her naked left leg was thrown over his hip and her arm was strewn across his chest.

God she was so beautiful when she slept. As the sound of the motor faded, he thought back to the way he’d made love to her last night. His heart stirred remembering that he’d been her first.
I got that pussy first.

He mentally raised a fist in the air as if he were a boxing champion. Smiling, he rubbed a hand over his chest. What he felt for her was so different than anything he’d ever experienced before.

Braylon laced his fingers together behind his head and stared at the ceiling. His movement jarred Sandella out of her sleep. She peeled her eyes open. “Good morning…beautiful,” he said.

“Good morning.” She snuggled up tighter to him then lay her head on his chest.

He lowered his arm to cup her shoulder. “Last night was the best night of my life.”

She smiled. “It was the most beautiful night for me, too.” She ran a finger over a deep gash to the right of his navel. “How’d you get this scar?”

“I was shot while serving on the front line in Iraq. I almost died.”

She eased up in bed. “You fought in the war? Willa never mentioned it to me.”

“That’s because she didn’t know. My father and I decided it’d be best not to tell her. We didn’t want her worrying. But as soon as she returns I’m going to tell her.”

“She’ll be shocked.”

“Probably mad that we didn’t tell her, too.”

“I’ve never known anyone who fought in a war before. I want to hear all about it. Were you scared?”

He propped a pillow up against the headboard behind his back and another one in his lap. He patted the pillow in his lap. “Lay your head here and I’ll tell you all about it.”

When she nestled her head on the pillow, long black strands of hair toppled over her face. He scooped up her tresses, arranging them to parade down her spine.

Bloody images of Iraq surfaced in his brain. His heart squeezed. Losing many of his friends during the terrible war had devastated him. He’d thought he was going to die out in that damn desert. God damn it felt good to be in Hilton Head Island smitten by a pretty lady and getting some good pussy.