Two and a half months. That's how long it had been since you first met William in that smoke filled bar that night. Two and a half months of dinners together once of twice a week, taking turns on staying the night at either his apartment or your little beach side house. He seemed to like your house much more than he did when you'd stay at his apartment. He always seems happier, more at peace. You knew it was probably because he could hear the ocean from the bedroom if you opened the window, or that he could just step outside, enjoying his morning coffee and watch the tide come in. That's how you found him this morning when you woke up, standing on your little porch in just his sleep pants, sipping his coffee and watching the waves. You walk up behind him, placing your hand on his back and placing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade, not saying a word, just enjoying the peaceful moment with him. You knew there wouldn't be many more of these left since he was scheduled to go back out to sea in just two weeks. You had to admit, you'd gotten used to having him around even though both of you had agreed that this wasn't anything that would last. But a girl could still dream, right? You wrap your arms around him, your hands resting on his bare stomach, your fingers tracing the light smattering of hair there.
William smiles as he feels your arms around him, placing one of his hands over yours as he continues to sip his coffee, watching the sun come up over the water, the pinks and oranges painting the waves. There wasn't much in this world that would make him stop and just stare in awe, but a beautiful sunrise over the ocean was certainly one of them. You were the other. It didn't matter if you were just rolling out of bed and heading to the kitchen to make coffee with your hair a mess, no make up, that sleepy smile on your face, or whether you were dressed to the nines for a date with him. You always took his breath away. It certainly wasn't something he was used to. He didn't fall for women. He didn't get smitten with the women he met while on shore duty, because he knew he wasn't the type of man that could settle and make a life on shore. He was meant to be out at sea. But you, sweet, fiery, hard headed, beautiful you had him second guessing that. For the first time in his almost 20 year career in the Navy, he actually wasn't looking forward to the next six months of sea duty. He'd started growing attached to you and that wasn't something he was used to. He pats your hand that rested on his stomach and reaches behind him, handing you his cup of coffee for you to have a drink. "Good morning, beautiful." He grips your wrist softly and pulls you around to the front of him, wrapping his arms around you and trailing kisses over your neck. He was planning to take you out later tonight, one last night on the town, one last night wrapped in each other's arms before he shipped out, but he wasn't sure he wanted to leave you at all today. He knew he had to, but having you here in his arms as the sun rose over the beach, kissing the sand softly, it was damn near perfect. You set the coffee cup down on the arm of the wooden patio chair next to you and place one hand on his bare chest, the other cupping his cheek. "You snuck out of bed before I could wake you up. You know that's one of my favorite things about you staying the night." You tease, kissing his lips softly. You'd become addicted to waking him up with your mouth around his hard cock. It was one of your favorite things. You let your hand on his chest move over his chest, lower over his belly until your fingertips trace the waist band of his sleep pants. You can see him growing hard already and your mouth waters at the thought of sucking him, of having him fill your mouth.
William growls softly, low in his throat as your fingers trace his waistband. He kisses you back, his arm tightening around you, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. He could tell from your touch, from the look in your eyes exactly what you were wanting, but not this morning. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around him and holding you up with his strong arms, the muscles in his arms tensing, the veins more apparent in his forearms as he holds you, ravishing your mouth, sucking your bottom lip between his. He chuckles against your lips as he feels your fingertips tracing the veins in his arms. You were always so fascinated with his veins, whether it was the ones in his arms, his neck or even the veins that ran the length of his cock. You loved giving them all attention, running your fingers over them, kissing them, running your tongue over the length of them, and he'd never deny you. Why would he? It turned him on just as much as it did you. He pulls back, breaking the kiss and running his hand up your thigh, under his tshirt you were wearing and grins as he feels your bare mound. "Just my shirt, huh? Damn, baby, I like that." He chuckles and sets you back on the ground, turning you until your back was to him and starts walking forward, leading you forward until you're pressed against the railing of your porch, his hands gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there as he trails kisses up your neck, nipping that sensitive spot just behind your ear. He whispers hoarsely against your ear. "I bet you're fucking soaked thinking of me bending you over right here and fucking you until you scream my name. Does it turn you on thinking about how easily your neighbors could step outside and see us?" He chuckles against your skin and moves one hand from your hip around to the front of you, slipping his fingers over your clit and then down, slipping then inside your tight heat. "That's a good girl. Always fucking ready for me aren't you?" He nips your neck, sucking softly, leaving a mark behind as he kisses over your neck and down to your shoulder, moving his fingers in and out of you, his cloth covered cock presses against your ass. He grinds the heel of his hand against your clit, crooking his fingers just right to brush that sensitive spot inside you, a deep moan leaving him as he feels you come around his fingers, your hips rocking into his touch. He slows his movements, letting you ride out your release before slowly slipping his fingers out of your molten depths and pulling down his sleep pants, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your damp folds as he bends you over the rail. He runs his free hand over the small of your back, kissing your shoulder blade as he slides deep inside of you, stilling once his hips are flush against you, his cock filling you perfectly. He slowly starts moving in and out of you, groaning softly as your silken heat wraps around him. The way the early morning sun shone on your skin only made you more beautiful to him as he continues to make love to you right there on the porch, out in the open where anyone could wander up and see the two of you.
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A Man in Uniform
Fanfikce*Warning* Smut William Harper, Naval Officer, Man of Honor, always putting his country, his career and his men first. What happens when he meets a woman that challenges all of that? Will one night of passion be enough? Or will the old sea dog be tem...
