She's wild, uninhibited, as up for a challenge in bed as well as real life. From the way she touches me and holds my gaze when she swallows me when I come, to her throaty moans of pleasure and how she pushes me, as if not wanting to give me the chance to recover my restraint.
It takes another three hours before we're sated enough to stop, and I lower myself on top of her after another powerful climax. Sweating and utterly relaxed, I kiss her jawline. Her breathing is ragged, her fingers trailing down my back and arms light enough to tickle. Her inner thighs are trembling against my hips. I plan on fucking her until neither of us can walk at some point over the next two weeks, maybe when I'm better able to control my desire.
Like that will happen. The attraction is too intense for either of us, always has been.
Wrapping my fingers around her braid, I close my eyes, unable to remember a time when I was so relaxed and content.
She traces my hairline with a finger and idly scratches the back of my neck. I know if I look, her features will be radiant, sexy beyond belief. Still inside her body, I can't recall sex every being so intimate or noticing how warm a woman's skin was, how much I love hearing her whisper my name with such need, I never want to leave her bed. I've never wanted to give up my self-restraint or thought I'd find someone who made me want to ditch it.
"I never thought we'd be here like this," she whispers. I feel some of the same awe she expresses. "Sawyer." She cups my cheeks and lifts my head. "What happens in two weeks?"
I can see her fear. Smoothing hair from her face, I offer a small smile.
"I go back until April," I reply honestly. "After which I'll rotate back."
"What does that mean for … us?"
"You're still mine, baby, even if I'm away."
She smiles at this.
"I'm career military," I remind her more gently. "I'll have many more deployments and will likely move around every few years. It's not an easy life, Katya, and I can't afford a place big enough for all your shoes." I really can't get over her shoes. Petr says she collects then donates them to charity. I guess that qualifies as a hobby for someone this wealthy, but how many pairs of shoes can one person own?
She chews her lower lip, pensive.
My heart is hammering at her hesitation. But I'd rather have this talk now, before things get serious.