A Man in Uniform

Chapter 6

The morning sun shone on your hair, warming your face as you sat in the little white wooden chair, the light breeze blowing around you. You weren't normally the kind of woman to wear a dress. In fact, you felt much more comfortable in jeans or a pair of comfortable old sweats, but when William had asked you to come to the pinning and graduation ceremony of his class of recruits, well, you knew you couldn't show up in a tshirt and tennis shoes. So there you were, sitting with a soft smile on your face as you watched him move down the row, pinning each graduate, his broad back framed perfectly in his uniform. You knew he'd invited you mostly because he loved the reaction he got out of you when you saw him in that uniform. He was sexy any time, but in that, you absolutely couldn't resist him. He'd refused to get dressed in it at the house, waiting instead to put it on until he'd reached the base for the ceremony. He knew you'd make him late if he put it on before then. After everyone had been pinned and announced, you stand up, waiting patiently and watching as he greets each graduate and their families before making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around you and leans down, placing a soft kiss to your lips. "You look beautiful, baby." He says with a smile, reaching up and brushing your hair from your face. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back, your hands splayed across his uniform clad back. "Do I? Well, I doubt anyone noticed with how handsome you look in that uniform." You joke and pull back, letting him take your hand in his. You were still so surprised by how easily you let him do that. Before him, you had a hard time with that. Holding hands that was. To you, it was just too personal, too intimate, but with William, you found yourself craving that. You feel him leading you through the grounds, watching as he passes by other officers and a new class of recruits. "Where are we going, baby?" You ask him curiously, smiling as he leads you to the now empty building that once housed the recruits sleeping quarters. It was now empty but for the bunks, no sound, no bustle of men moving about, just bare mattresses and metal bunks lining the room. He leads you inside and locks the door, taking off his cover and hanging it on the wall as he gives you a lust filled look. "You think I didn't feel your eyes on me the whole time, baby? Think I don't know that you're absolutely soaked for me right now?" He asks with a grin as he moves toward you, slowly backing you toward the closest bunk. His hand moves down, running up your thigh, under your dress to caress the damp cloth of your underwear, a low hiss falling from his lips. "I noticed everything, baby. And now, there's no one to interrupt." He slips your underwear to the side, caressing your damp folds as he leans in and captures your lips, kissing you slowly, deeply, relishing in the feel of your soft lips against his. 

Your body melted to his, one hand running over his uniform clad chest while the other gripped his forearm, holding onto him. Not stopping him, just holding him as he slowly slips his fingers inside of you. You kissed him back, moaning softly into the kiss, absolutely losing yourself in it. His kisses were always like that. You could lose yourself for weeks inside of his kisses and never have a worry in the world. A soft gasp leaves your lips, swallowed by his own as he crooks his fingers inside of you, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit. He knew your body better than any lover you'd ever had. He knew every touch, every stroke, every little thing that would send you soaring. And that's just what he did. You cry out his name against his lips, pressing closer to him as your walls tremble around his hand, your lips parting on a sigh as he continues to kiss you. He slows his hand and slowly pulls it from you and grips your hips, resting his forehead against yours and smiling down at you. "You look fucking hot when you're coming for me, baby." He chuckles and moves his hands to the coat of his uniform only to find your hands on his, stopping him, keeping him from removing it, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. Of course you wanted him to leave it on. You loved him in that uniform. With a slow grin, he move his hand down to the zipper of his pants and works it down, wrapping his hand around himself and slowly stroking, his eyes locked with yours. "Get a taste, baby." He commands softly, watching as you lower yourself to your knees there on the cold concrete floor, but you didn't feel it. The only thing you were aware of was the gorgeous man in front of you and the hard, beautiful cock in his hand. You lean forward, taking him into your mouth then wrap your hand around his, slowly moving his hand away from his cock as you begin moving up and down on his length, using your tongue to trace that sensitive vein that ran the length of his cock, moaning around him as you did. You loved the taste of him, probably just as much as he loved feeling your mouth around him. It'd be a hard call to decide who enjoyed this more, you or him. You steal a glance up at him, moaning again around him as you see him watching you and feel his had on your head, simply caressing your hair, not impeding your movements at all. After several minutes, you feel his hips begin to buck against you and feel his hand tighten. "That's enough, baby." He says softly, his voice breathy, rough from desire, but you didn't stop. His taste was an addiction and you couldn't resist. You continued to suck and lick his cock until you felt him release, moaning for you, his hand gripping your hair before finally relaxing as you swallow every drop. He sighs and rubs your head softly before pulling back and picking you up, laying you on the bed as he covers your body with his. "You're supposed to listen when your captain gives you orders, baby." He chuckles and leans down, trailing kisses over your neck, nipping softly, running his tongue over your pulse point. He loved the way your breath hitched when he did that, enjoyed the way your hands gripped his uniform clad back. 

It wasn't long before you felt him hard and ready again, cock resting against your pussy. You whimper softly, looking into his eyes as you grind up against him. "Please." You beg softly only to be met with that crooked grin of his. "Beg all you want, baby. You're the Captain's now." He growls and captures your lips in a slow, hard kiss before sliding deep inside of you, growling against your lips as your heat envelops him. You pussy always felt so perfect around him, like you were made for him. He tangles his fingers in your hair, continuing to kiss you as his hips move slowly, not in any hurry, just simply making love to you there in the empty sleeping quarters, your soft moans and his deep grunts rolling through the room, bouncing off of the concrete walls. You gasp his name again and again, the sound swallowed by his kiss as your body begins to tremble under his, your inner walls giving those soft flutters, the tell tale sign that you were close. Even without that, he'd know. He knew the moment your breath hitched, the second your hands flattened against his back then tightened again, the way your tongue snaked out to wet your lips then delved into his mouth only to pause as you moaned his name. Oh, he could read you like a book, a book he cherished and would read again and again, cover to cover. He breaks the kiss, tilting your head slightly as he looks down at you, your eyes meeting as yours flutter open. Just as your eyes meet him, you come undone around him, tightening, spasming around him. He growls your name, looking into your eyes as he comes for you. "That's my girl." He moans softly before slowly pulling out and moving to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. He continues to kiss your lips softly, his hand stroking your hip as he holds you, whispering against your lips. "I love you, baby." And you knew he did. Without any doubt. This big, strong, stoic captain, was all yours, heart and soul. And you were his. "I love you too, my Captain."