I touched her with every ounce of care I could muster. I fondled her with every bit of reserve and restraint I possessed. I played with her like she was something rare and treasured, because she was. I watched her desire build, slowly and steadily. I watched as pleasure started to work its way across her pale skin and found its way into her dark eyes. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths and the light hold she had on my dick tightened as her body shifted and turned more towards mine. A grimace of discomfort crossed her features and some of that pleasure turned to pain. I kissed the furrow that found its way to her brow and trapped her slippery little clit between two fingers and gave it a little tug. “Easy, pretty girl. This is supposed to help, not hurt.”

She grinned up at me and used the heel she had resting against my backside to pull me closer. Her wetness coated the head of my cock and the sensation made me groan. “It is helping. It feels so good it made my toes curl and right now that hurts. You’re too good at what you do, soldier.”

“You will always get my best.” I pressed into her and we both groaned as flesh parted and heat speared through both of us. “But now I plan on giving it to you in all ways, not just when we fuck.”

She rolled her eyes at me as I started to move in and out of her gripping channel. Her body pulled at mine, squeezed it and flexed around it. My cock jumped at the attention and thumped with the need to let loose. My balls ached. Pleasure pulsed hard in my blood. A tingle started at the base of my spine and spread upwards along my back, making my shoulders bunch and bulge with the effort to stay slow and careful.

“You’re loving on me, not fucking me, remember?” The words were broken and breathy. She was moving against me as much as her injuries allowed. Our pelvises bumped into one another and it made her moan. I kept one hand open wide on the center of her back to keep her upright and braced, and moved the other back between her legs so I could give her the friction and pressure she was wildly searching for.

“Gonna give you my best when I love you and when I fuck you, Dixie. Don’t ever doubt it.” Her mouth dropped open a little at the declaration and I took advantage of that to kiss her wetly and messily. Our bodies were hardly moving, grinding against each other seductively and sensually, but I took her mouth with the way my body was screaming at me to have her. I bit at her, I licked her, and I probably bruised her in my voracity. I made love to her body but our mouths fucked furiously and frantically.

I felt her inner walls start to flutter. I felt her get wetter and wetter. I felt her hand clutch at the rigid arm that held her and I felt her thighs tense and lock stiffly around my gliding hips. She muttered my name against my lips and I swallowed her strangled scream as she burst all around me.

I was riveted by her beauty.

I was stunned that I could make her feel that way.

I was honored that she wanted me and planned to keep me.

I was captivated by the life and love that shined out of her.

She told me she loved me and I lost it. Raw and unrestrained I let loose inside of her, flooded her with every ounce of desire and passion she inspired in me. I held her close as my heart raced and rested my cheek on the top of her head as reality started to swirl and settle around us.

Her hand was on my ribs and she was tracing one of my many scars. “We might be walking across one of those bridges sooner than you planned, Church.”

We hadn’t used protection and when I finally stepped back and separated myself from her the evidence of the fact was there, glossy and slick on her skin. I rubbed a thumb across her cheek and smiled. “We’ll make our way across it. Don’t worry.”

She nodded but she didn’t look convinced, so I decided it was well past time I give her something she always gave to everyone else … I needed to give her happy

“Hey, Dixie.” I helped tie her dress back up around her shoulder and sacrificed my shirt so she could clean herself up.

She looked up at me, her strawberry brows arched. “What?”

“You good?”

Her lips twitched and she leaned forward so her cheek was resting against the part of my chest where my heart beat with a renewed rhythm. “Yeah, Church, I’m good.”

She was better than good. She was the best, and nothing bad that could or would happen was ever going to change the truth of that.

I knew two things for sure as I listened to Church talk dirty to me through the phone that was pressed tightly against my ear.

One was that his voice in all its raspy southern sexiness was enough to get me off. I barely felt the low hum and vibration coming from the battery-operated device that was a sad substitution for the real thing and was currently circling my clit and driving me crazy.

The second thing I knew without a doubt was that long-distance relationships sucked and I wasn’t cut out for distance making my heart grow fonder. The space between us was making me cranky and had my typically sunny disposition all kinds of gloomy and gray. I missed him and as close to the edge of orgasm as I was barely a couple of minutes into his filthy words and husky encouragement, it was obvious my body missed him just as much as my heart did.

“Be sure you pack your little friend when you start throwing things in boxes.” He chuckled as I gasped my way through a full-body shudder. The vibrator was good, but he was better and I was starting to resent that every quiver of pleasure, every quake of desire hinged on his words and the brush of his rough words against my ear. “Next time we’re together I’ll put it to good use. I’ve been thinking up lots of new ways to get you off. Think you can handle real me and plastic me at the same time? I bet you can. I bet you’re drenched with the thought of giving me that cute, freckled ass while that toy fills you up and buzzes against your clit.” His voice dropped and it was obvious the words meant to entice me had a pretty powerful effect on him as well.