Finding Love in France

Part 11: Carpe Diem

As she kissed him hungrily, it was like a dam burst. Her hands moved all over him. She started nibbling on his ear and heard him moan softly. She was pressing her body against him so hard that he was losing his balance. She used her unnatural strength to keep them both upright, as she started to work her way from his ear to his neck. She was "listening" to his inner monologue and reacting in kind.

"Oh god, Mila!" he thought, as she kissed his neck and ran her hands down his chest "oh god, yes!" He was unsure of what she would allow, so he kept his arms around her, rubbing her back, until she took his hands and placed them on her ass. Instinctively, he clutched at her, and moaned his approval.

She loved the feeling of his hands on her. She needed more.

She looked up from where she had been kissing his chest and said in the low voice that she now knew made him weak "Let's get out of the water, shall we?" And kissed his mouth before he could answer.

"God, yes!" He managed to moan, as she took him by the hand and led him back to the blanket on the grass.

She laid down on her back and pulled him down onto her. They were kissing passionately again, and he rested his left hand on her hip, as she arched beneath him.

"May I?" he asked, before letting his hand start to sneak up her torso.

At this she pulled her wet jumper off, took his hand and placed it directly on her breast. He couldn't stop grinning as he looked at her small but inviting body. They both moaned as he ran his thumb over her nipple and buried his face in her neck.

The feeling of his skin against hers was overwhelming. She could not get enough.

Soon, he was making his way with his mouth from her neck to her chest. When he got there, he just stopped and stared for a second, wanting to remember every detail of her body. The taste of her skin, the scar on her shoulder, the softness of her, the sound of her heartbeat. Since joining the Army, he knew any day could be his last, and he didn't want to waste a second of whatever time he had with this woman. He wondered if he would ever be this lucky again as he began to gently kiss her breasts, moving from one to the other, before taking her right nipple in his mouth.

She let out a sound that would make any man lose his mind.

She ran her fingers through his hair, arched her back to press herself further into his face, and wrapped her legs around him.

He started to worry that he might be a little rusty, as she seemed to be squirming beneath him. How long had it been?

Before he could answer his own question, she had somehow managed to flip him onto his back, and now she was working her way down his body.

"God damn, Mila..." he moaned as she trailed kisses down his body, stopping to pay attention to his neck, shoulders and chest, before venturing further down his torso.

She had never been particularly assertive with lovers in the past, but something about him made her want to forget any previously held notions of sexual dynamics. She trailed kisses down his abdomen and his hips, thoroughly enjoying the powerful effect it seemed to be having on him. His body was arched, his head thrown back, and he was not being quiet about voicing his appreciation.

"Oh god, Mila!" He could barely control himself, her lips felt so good.

She thought to herself "He's got a point. We could be dead tomorrow, why the hell not?" and ran a hand lightly over his crotch.

"Holy shit!" he almost bolted upright at the feeling of her hand on him.

At this, she looked up at him with those eyes, smiled, and unzipped his fly.