Chapter 11

Gina


“Tell me to fucking slow down, tell me you want to enjoy me for a bit longer,” he demanded, but I didn’t care about slowing down. I wanted him more than I ever wanted any man. His shirt went flying across the room, and I was fighting to get his pants down.
My hands were shaking, my pulse pounding in my ears. This was happening, and there was no going back. Once he was only in his boxers, he grabbed my arse cheeks and carried me over to the cabinet by the wall. Moments later, he was pushing all the stuff off the top and then set me there instead, situating himself between my thighs. He fit perfectly, and I was never so sure about anything in my entire life.
“Let me see those fantastic breasts,” he said, and my bra fell to the floor. He started moulding them with his fingers, and I arched my head backward, gasping for breath. He pushed them together, then his mouth joined, and I was panting loudly.
He lowered himself down and dove in, taking my left nipple into his mouth. Heat swept through my blood, clogging all my senses with pumping desire. His other hand hovered over the hem of my knickers. They were the only piece of my underwear left.
Seconds later he ripped them apart.
“Those were my favour—”
“Shh, I’ll get you a new pair,” he cut me off and ran his fingers over my drenched sex. I couldn’t stand it, feeling the burning sensation in my lower belly. Small dots of sweat started breaking over the nape of my neck.
“Fuck, you’re so wet… this is unbelievable,” he rasped, and shoved a finger inside me.
My pussy needed this, and I cried out, lost in electrifying sensations that were spreading all over my body. He was breaking me apart, moving his finger in and out. I pushed against his fingers, and my body trembled violently. Harry knew he could make me come like this, but he pulled his hand away and grabbed me like I weighed nothing.
“What are you doing?” I asked, thinking I was going to go crazy at any second if he didn’t let me come. He laughed.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” He threw me on the bed, his naked body climbing over me. My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets when I saw his perfectly ripped stomach, and the tiny scars all over his chest, then felt his hard-as-a-rock cock between my legs.
“Shut up and just fuck me. I’m struggling to keep it together,” I hissed, but he only laughed and pushed my legs apart, then started planting small kisses on my neck, along my collarbone, moving down to my breasts again.
My body burned when he bit my hardened nipple, then switched to the other, at the same time, using his forefinger to rub my clit. I cried out arching my hips, desperately wanting to feel him thrusting inside me.
His lips moved down, kissing my stomach, and I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. My blood was flowing in a heated rush, and the moment his tongue licked my sex, I thought I was going to come instantly.
“Oh, no … not so fast. I want you to let me enjoy this,” he said, and then started licking me, not holding anything back. I grabbed his hair and pulled.
I was trembling from the sensations and everything inside me liquefied. The tension was building up as his tongue did all these wonderful things to me. There was so much more I wanted to tell him, but there was no point now. He owned me, my body and soul.


Harry

My tongue was working its magic, licking her slowly until her hips were trembling. She was breaking for me, but I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her. Everything about her was fresh and new, and she responded to me so well.
I sucked on the hard nub of her clit, taking it between my teeth gently until she clenched her muscles together. Then I released it only to suck it all over again. My fantasy was becoming a reality. I gripped her hips and pressed my mouth closer, licking her long and slow. When she was close, I added my finger again, and this time, she was just about to come for me. My cock was charged and hard as a rock. I couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel to drive myself inside her for the very first time. Her whole body went rigid, she panted, and then screamed, and the sight of her coming for me was the most arousing thing I had witnessed in a very long time.
It was beautiful, but it was just the beginning. This wasn’t the only orgasm I was planning to give her today.
Her chest was rising and falling fast, like she was trying to take too much oxygen into her lungs. Her nipples were fully erect, and then she was screaming again until her body stilled in my arms. I wasn’t planning to let her rest for too long; I wanted her more than ever, more than I could have ever imagined.
I grabbed her petite body and lifted her off the bed. I wanted to take her sitting on the cabinet, with her thighs spread wide. That cabinet wasn’t going to hold on for long, but I didn’t care.
I slammed her naked arse on the top and then spread her legs. I picked up the condoms from the floor and chose one. With my mouth, I ripped the packaging apart quickly and slid the condom on.
“This will be hard and fast,” I told her. She opened her mouth, probably to protest, but I was already thrusting my cock inside her. She cried out and wrapped her arms tightly around me. She looked so hot and I was planning to fuck her crazy. Sweat seeped from my pores as I started moving inside her slick, perfect sex.
Her boobs were bouncing up and down. I dragged my hand through my hair, getting rid of the voices in my head. The flashbacks were history and I was being me, not the other guy with scars and toxic memories.
Moments later, I was pounding into her as fast as I could. Her pussy was drenched, slick, and I wanted to stay like this for as long as possible.
She was panting, then screaming, and I loved hearing her voice.
“Beautiful lady, do you like it? Tell me how much you like me fucking you like this,” I said, thrusting my cock hard and fast.
We both heard something breaking, but we didn’t care, lost in the moment. My heart was racing, fire poured through my body, and I came right with her, collapsing against her chest. Soon silence filled the room, and, for a very long time, we could only hear our laboured breaths.
I didn’t pull away from her. She was holding me in her arms and it felt comforting. No. It was only a one-time deal—I needed to remember that. Tomorrow I could arrange to fuck someone else, and Gina would be a distant memory. However, I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
“That was intense,” she said, pulling away first. I dragged my hand through my hair and smiled. She was beautiful, sitting naked on my wooden cabinet. There wasn’t an inch of fat on her body. She wasn’t skinny but perfectly round in the right places. I wished I could see her on the pole. Maybe she could do a private performance only for…
I panicked. Earlier on, I told her it was going to be one time only. The truth was, it wasn’t what I wanted. The woman in front of me was pure, ideal, and I could really turn this around. My fucked-up mind ordered me to tell her that I was a coward, that I really wanted a relationship. Crystal was a problem, and I had to deal with her as soon as possible.
“Come on, I’ll make you brunch. You need energy for later,” I said. She smiled and rubbed her face.
“For later?” she questioned.
“Yeah, I’m not done with you yet. That was just foreplay. I’m planning to fuck you again and again,” I said, thinking I needed to take full advantage of her day off. Besides, she needed a lift. I wouldn’t let her go back to the city on her own.
She parted her lips but didn’t say anything. We had an agreement, but it wasn’t a contract.
My thoughts were sharp, so I went to the kitchen and started preparing food for both of us. The apartment was over two thousand square feet, so there were plenty of other places we could have sex. My semi-hard cock reminded me that I wasn’t fully satisfied yet. The last session was intense, and Gina was very responsive.
She was slowly shifting my perception about being in a committed relationship. It was time to get myself sorted out. My past experience taught me that I wasn’t ready before, but I was now. Gina somehow understood me, and she was willing to go with whatever I said. I had no idea why I told her that this was a one-time deal.
The girl had an amazing body, and I was struggling to stay focused on cooking when she walked around wearing my shirt and boxers.
I made my special Spanish omelet and we sat at the table to eat. We talked about banal stuff, and about Gina’s business. She was determined to make this work. She had ten students who wanted to take part in national competitions around the country. They had been with her for years.
She talked about her siblings, and her dead parents. Her father had been an accountant and her mother stayed at home. Every year they took a trip to the Highlands, and when Gina was eighteen, their car crashed, and they died instantly. I listened, empathizing with everything she said. My uncle had brought me up, and there was always just the two of us. I never really knew my parents, but sometimes I wished I had.
My head was straight for a change, and I could finally see myself with a long-term partner. Up ‘til now, the flashbacks were slowly wrecking me, but today I had it all under control. Gina became my medicine, and I was planning to take full advantage of having her in my apartment today.
“So, are you going to tell me anything else about yourself?” she asked with her mouth full. “Like, have you ever been in a relationship, or was it always the same: quick sex with random women?”
I picked up some food and shoved it into my mouth. It was an honest question, and I knew she deserved to know at least some stuff about me. Some people were happy on their own, others had partners.
“There is nothing to tell. I like sex and women like me. This arrangement works for both parties,” I said.
“I heard you were in the Special Forces a couple of years back,” she said, and I was a little shocked. Not many people knew about my background, so how did she find out I was with SAS? I only mentioned the Army during dinner. It wasn’t a secret, but I just didn’t like bringing it up.
“That part of my life is over. I don’t talk about it.”
“But can you now? This doesn’t have to be weird. We won’t be seeing each other again,” she said.
She had crazy sex hair and she looked stunning even without makeup.
There was part of me that wanted to tell her everything, open up, maybe for the first time in my life. She had been honest with me herself, so what the hell was wrong with me?
“You don’t want to know that part of me. You wouldn’t understand,” I said, changing my mind. Louisa said the same thing, and that kind of honesty was dangerous. My ex was unpredictable, and that’s what I loved about her, but it was a pretended love. I could never truly believe I was capable of feeling anything at all, until now.
Maybe I was going through a transition. Maybe that incident with Crystal made me realise that I couldn’t keep wasting my life away.
“Well, I’m curious. Don’t worry, I won’t be some creepy stalker who will follow you around. I’m just trying to get to know you,” she assured me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. It was time to open up.
“I have done things that I’m not proud of. Sometimes I think that God will never forgive my sins. The Army isn’t for everyone,” I said, and my head started to hurt. The memories resurfaced, reminding me that my story wasn’t a good one. Gina was able to shut the voices down, but only for a little while.
“Listen, I’m not asking you about the war. I know you were doing your job,” she muttered. “But I was just wondering if what happened in the past still affects you today.”
I picked up my napkin and cleaned my face. A second later, I took her hand and pulled her to my body. Yeah, yeah, she hadn’t even finished her food, but I didn’t want to waste time on pointless conversation. She wouldn’t understand what happened, and it was better if I kept this to myself.
We still had a few hours left. Gina tried telling me to slow down, but I didn’t want to.
We fucked again on the sofa, then on the floor, and by the window. Every time I made her come, part of my darkness faded away. She claimed my memories and turned them into dust. She was a healer.
We laughed, joked, and enjoyed each other. Then when the sun was hiding behind the horizon, she picked up her stuff and left. She didn’t want me to drive her home. In her head, we were done, but in mine, this was just the start. She left and I didn’t stop her, afraid to label what happened between us. I just needed some time to convince myself that I was doing the right thing. Gina showed me the light and opened the possibilities, now it was up to me to make this work.