The Sniper's Heart

Chapter 6

She's so twitchy. Even in her sleep. Her body won't stay still. Her breathing is uneven. It's almost like she can't fall asleep even though she is. I clench my hands, trying to resist the urge of grabbing her flesh. The wind won't stop against the window, the sound of a shouting couple outside of the motel. My whole body is tense, listening for any noise that sounds suspicious. I will keep her safe. She should sleep without having to worry about a gunman breaking in and taking her life.

I grit my jaw, trying to stop the images of her stripping out of her uniform from appearing in front of my eyes. The way her ass wiggled softly when she bent down, the little sound she made when she unclipped her bra. It's ringing in my head. Playing over and over like a broken record. I want to rip my thoughts out. My cock is so fucking hard from her being so close to me that my head is throbbing. My knuckles are white as I dig my nails into my palms, trying to stop the reaction that my body has for her.

A groan leaves my throat as my cock rubs up against my boxers. She wouldn't notice if I jacked off, would she? This mattress is hard as hell. Maybe she won't feel me moving. If I don't take care of my problem, I'll be distracted during the mission tomorrow. I will not lose a soldier over my own desires.

Just as I trail a hand down my chest, reaching my abs, her whimper stops me. My whole body goes fucking still. Listening to the sound of her desperation, the way she gasps, panting and wriggling around. My cock throbs and I turn my head, looking over at her. Her head is tossed towards me, her hair a mess on the pillow beneath her head, eyes are pinched shut and lips popped open. Her cheeks are flushed and I can't help but grab my dick, groaning at the sight of her.

Her hips shift beneath the sheets and the sweetest fucking moan I've ever heard drips from her lips. It sounds like heaven. Probably tastes like fresh honey. I squeeze myself, groaning into the air at the thought of it being her hands.

She arched off the bed slightly, a guttural sound leaving her. "Marrek-" she moans and my whole body fucking throbs with need. My name. She's moaning my name. My fucking name. She's dreaming of me. She's thinking of me.

Fuck. This.

I have no patience left. My hands dart out, snagging her beautiful thighs and dragging her towards me. Her eyes pop open, a breathless gasp leaving her, eyes unfocused and hazy. "Wait-!" She gasps, arms dashing out to push at my chest. The contact makes me growl and her thighs clench beneath my palms. "No," the word leaves me on a snarl as I haul her up, her thighs falling apart over my hips. She straddling me now. And I fucking love it. She gasps once she's seated in my lap and her hands go to my bare shoulders, gripping them as she stares down at me, breathless and flushed. "What are you-?"

"You don't get to moan my fucking name in your sleep and then wake up and act like you weren't thinking of me." I growl, my hands sliding down the length of her back. She arches into my touch, eyes falling closed as her head tips back. "I wasn't-"

My hand jerks down to slap her ass. Her eyes pop open and a moan leaves her pretty little mouth. "Don't fucking lie to me." She rocks her hips over mine and I latch my fingers to her hips, thrusting up between her thighs. "Oh," she moans, clenching her thighs and sliding her hands up my neck, the touch hot with her body heat, "I-I'm sorry..." she stammers. A smirk grazes across my face and I rock against her softly, the heat of her pussy making me go feral. She clenches her thighs around me, eyes glazed as she lets out a soft whimper. "Why lie, Doll? Hm?" I'm just teasing her now. And she's feeding into it. So fucking responsive.

She shakes her head, rocking her hips against my hard cock again, but I grip her hips in my hand, forcing her still. I was right. Perfect amount to grip in my hands. "Wait...no..." she mumbles, trying to rock against my grip. I don't let her move, digging my fingers into her hips. She hisses and whimpers, her hips ceasing their movements.