Touched By A Marine (Book 1)

Chapter Eighteen: 24 Hours of Freedom

I felt the warmth of the early morning sun as it lingered across my back. Stretching my arms open wide, I noticed another body was missing from the bed. Brad's. I opened my eyes and found his spot to be abandoned as I reached for his pillow and planted my face in it, inhaling slowly so I could immense myself with his scent and sex. A door opened behind me as I glanced over and witnessed a very wet and partially naked Marine wearing a white towel make his way through the room with his dog tags around his neck. Tiny water droplets still clung to his massive chest as they reflected off the rays of golden sun. I felt myself getting aroused as I tracked his movements with my eyes like a hunter stalking it's prey.

"Good morning, babe." He said. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"You." I said without evening thinking.

He laughed. "Besides that. Eggs? Scrambled or over easy? Bacon or ham? Toast? Orange juice?"

"Oh, I don't care. Whatever you're having is fine with me."

"Coming right up."

He kissed the top of my forehead before the opening the bedroom door and walking down the hallway. Feeling sexually frustrated only amped up my desire for my morning sex. I sung my legs over the side and planted both feet on the floor as I wrapped myself up in the bed sheet and listened to the sound of sizzling bacon being placed on the frying pan in the kitchen downstairs. I came around the corner just as Brad poured two glasses of orange juice and pulled out some fruit in small white bowels from the fridge. He set them down on the counter as he took a sip of his drink and went back to checking on the bacon, barely noticing my presence. I hoisted myself up on the Island counter top with the bed sheet draping over the edge as I watched the muscles in Brad's back flex and bend with the movement of his arms.

When he took a step back I seized the opportunity by giving the white towel he was wearing a slight tug that revealed the tip of his ass. He turned around and saw me practically leaning with my hand still on the edge of his towel. He couldn't help but grin as he turned completely around just he could face me and stand in between the bed sheet and my legs that at this point had gotten tangled. His touch was electric as he reached up and brushed against my bottom lip with his thumb and leaned in to kiss me lightly. I wanted more but instead he pulled away and turned back to face the stove. While leaving me wanting more. Without evening thinking, I reached out again and this time I pulled the white towel from his waist leaving him in his birthday suite. I watched as his sighed and shut off the power to the stove as he turned to face me again and only this I knew I was in trouble. Which is what I wanted mind you.

"Give me back my towel," he said. "Now."

I shook my head. "Nope. Don't think so."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I said no."

He took a step forward which is what he only needed to take since the distance between the stove and island counter top wasn't that much. I allowed the towel to slip through my fingers as I smiled sweetly like an innocent child that I was. I knew he couldn't resist my charms for very long. Lashing out with his hands, he grabbed my waist as he buried his face in my neck and sharply pulled me closer to him. My head rolled back as I moaned softly and ran my fingers through his hair while he massaged my skin with his tongue and lips.

"Do you still want this? Or are have you tasted it enough?" he whispered in my ear.

"More." I replied.

"Very well then. Hold on tight to me babe. It's going to be a bumpy ride."

I couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped an arm around me and lifted me up just so he could rip the bed sheet from my waist. The cold counter top touched my skin as I squealed and Brad laughed as he pushed me down flat on the sleek shiny surface. His hand roamed freely all over my body as I watched him toy with me. Kissing my stomach softly, tenderly, affectionately, my body shivered with pleasure as I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head. Throwing my leg over his shoulder, he positioned himself into a crouch as he massaged my hole with his tongue and then finally inserted a finger that had me moaning to high heaven.