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Waking to the feeling of soft lips around my cock was something I’d never tire of, though if I did wake to that feeling back at CTCRM, I’d be wondering what the fuck was going on. Awake and alert, though chuckling to myself as I hadn’t noticed Hannah move until she was in position to swallow my cock. I wasn’t going to complain though, moving back the sheets to reveal her brunette hair, beautiful blue eyes, and her lips certainly doing quite a job on my cock.

Good thing she now lived by herself in a small apartment in the south of Manchester. I would be staying with her until I returned to CTCRM, though I’d ensure there would be plenty of visits to the family between now and then. Christmas would be at the grandparents, new year I wasn’t sure, but I figured it would be Hannah, I and maybe some of her friends.

“Hannah,” I moaned. I met her eyes and the desire in them to make me cum was almost overwhelming. I reached down to caress her hair, which just had her sucking my cock even faster, desperate to make me cum.

“Close,” I muttered, the only warning I could give her before I exploded in her mouth. She moaned, not a fake one either, she loved making me cum, love feeling my cum arrive in her mouth before swallowing it. She swallowed every drop before releasing my cock, spending a few more minutes licking up and down my shaft before leaving soft kisses up my body before she straddled me, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. I stroked her cheek, unable to stop the smile.

“Hannah, despite everything I’m doing, during those nights alone in bed, I still think about you all the time before I go to sleep.”

I was still rock hard, so no surprise she lifted herself up and slowly slid down my cock, gasping as it entered her before she moaned softly once settled on my lap. Hand on my chest, she slowly rocked herself, angling herself enough that she could rub her clit at the same time, though she soon abandoned that and grabbed my wrist, sucking on my thumb, before placing it against her clit.

“Nate, I’m going to cry when I orgasm,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“I just know I am. Can you hold me afterwards?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Hannah.”

I rubbed her clit gently, not wanting her to orgasm too quickly, eventually sitting up so I could give her breasts some attention before kissing up to her neck, earning a loud moan when I gently bit her, not hard enough to leave a mark, moving back down as her nipples were rock hard by now, gently nibbling at those, thumb still at her clit, while she was bouncing on my cock faster and faster.

“Nate!” she whimpered.

I lifted my head to kiss her softly. “Want to orgasm, beautiful?” She met my eyes and nodded, biting her bottom lip, no doubt desperate for release but wanting to enjoy my cock for longer. “Want to keep riding me a little longer?” A firmer nod was returned, so I laid back down and let her do what she needed to do.

“Can’t get enough of your pussy, Hannah. Like it was just made for my cock.”

“It was,” she whimpered again, “I wish I’d grown up in Australia. We could have fucked for years.”

Then she had an orgasm, and it was a good one, refusing to stop riding me as her entire body shuddered for a few seconds, her moan no doubt held through the building, feeling her pussy practically squeezing my cock, eager for me to cum inside her. But before I could cum, she stopped moving on my cock and laid down on my chest, promptly bursting into tears. I held her tight in my eyes, caressing her back, kissing her cheek as she wept. I knew why she was crying. She missed me terribly, loved me even more, but we just knew…

She took a few minutes to calm down before lifting her head to meet my eyes. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t apologise. I know how you feel.”

“I don’t want to meet someone else, but… I’ve turned down at least two dozen dates, Nate.”

“You told me already.”

“I’m not sure if I can do it again. You’re away and… I just don’t know…”

I caressed her cheek again. “Hannah, we’ve talked about this and I certainly understand. Find someone here that you’ll be with all the time, every single day. All you need do is let me know, and all I’ll do is return is tell you that I still love you, cousin and whatever else we are, but I’ll wish you all the happiness in the world otherwise.”

Her lower lip trembled immediately. “I thought you were meant to be a hard-arsed, mean bastard now?!”

“Not with you, Hannah. Never with you. With you, I’ll always be a gentle giant.”

Rolling onto her back, taking me with her, I probably lasted a couple of minutes before I came inside her. It was just what I needed, resting on a forearm as she wrapped her legs around me, whispering that, like her mouth, her pussy wasn’t going to spill a drop… at least until I pulled out. She didn’t want that just yet, and considering my cock remained quite hard, I left it where it was as we continued to make out until I finally moved and lay next to her. Turning onto mamak escort her side, she cuddled into my chest and we snoozed until our stomachs rumbled and we needed food.

Hannah quickly had some bacon cooking, a couple of bacon butties sating the appetite we’d built up. There was a week to Christmas, our grandparents calling to ask when we’d visit, replying we’d visit within a couple of days then arrive early morning on Christmas Day with the rest of the family. After breakfast, we showered and dressed, heading out into Manchester city centre.

It felt weird switching off, though I knew I’d keep up my fitness regime most mornings. Hannah was aware, and I’d do my best not to wake her, though I think she would get up just to spend as much time with me as possible. I wore my green beret the entire time, earning a few glances from people as I think it was something recognised. Considering I strode along with the bearing of a serviceman, Hannah on my arm, fingers interlinked between mine, spending half her time just gazing up at me with a smile, I guess we looked like quite the couple.

As I’d barely spent any money as I lived at CTC and rarely ventured out, I did a little Christmas shopping, particularly something for Hannah. She was inquisitive but didn’t bother me too much about what I’d bought her. We stayed out all day, enjoying dinner and drinks at a pub close to her apartment before heading back, relaxing in her small living room, cuddling up on the couch, watching some crap television. It felt so totally ordinary, but after nearly twelve months of training, it felt a little alien at the same time. I spent half my time sitting there, thinking I could be doing something else. But all my kit was back at CTCRM. The place remained open but every recruit had been sent home, only to return early January.

Hannah sensed I couldn’t exactly relax, so eventually turned off the television and took me by the hand to our bedroom, where we made love the rest of the night. A couple of orgasms for both of us certainly helped me relax and I fell asleep with her in my arms.

Knocking on the door of my grandparents the next day, Grandma opened it. She smiled and immediately called for my Grandad. He appeared, seeing me dressed in my half lovats and green beret. He immediately came to attention and saluted, returning the gesture to my Marine grandfather, before he gave me one hell of a hug. He might have been in his seventies, but he still retained that core strength, even after all these years.

“Proud of you, son,” he said, patting my back, hearing his voice crack, “Damned fucking proud of you.”

“Thanks, Grandad,” I replied. I then hugged Grandma, who added the same words without the cursing, before she led Hannah and I inside. A roast was already cooking, as we expected, the whiskey bottle quickly opened as my grandfather wanted to hear everything. When I told him of my scores and times for all I’d been through, the pride and respect in his eyes meant the world to me.

No surprise the rest of the family did appear, despite the fact Christmas was the middle of the next week. Handshakes and hugs were shared between all of us. Sitting down to eat late afternoon, Grandma ensuring there was enough food to feed a battalion, I was inundated with questions about everything I’d been through so far, and what else I had to face.

“Well, I do get to spend three weeks in United States with the Marine Corps. Being close allies, I’ll have to learn their methods of operating and I’ll undertake a series of exercises with them. There’ll be at least three or four more visits to BRNC Dartmouth for further study. But Phase Five is the big one, culminating in Exercise Final Nail. A ten-day exercise that will be a test of everything, and I mean absolutely everything, I’ve learned since the day I arrived at CTCRM. I get through that, I’ll pass out and receive my commission.”

“Where do you hope to go?” Grandad asked.

I met his eyes and grinned. “40 Commando, just like my grandfather.”

His eyes blinked but the grin lit up his face as he reached over, taking my hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I serve for myself, I serve for Dad, and I serve for you too.”

I shared more stories, including the two close friends I’d made in Dan and Dave. I spoke of the recruits I’d seen come and go, the men who I had under my command, those who had passed with flying colours, those I’d helped motivate and inspire when they hit trouble, the fact the physical part came easier than the mental, and that it was the leadership aspects that I could admit I struggled with most. Before the Royal Marines, I’d been an affable, laid-back sort of guy, wanting to be everyone’s friend. That shit didn’t fly in the Royal Marines. Friendships were forged but when we were on the field, I was an officer. I received orders from superiors and relayed them to those under my command, while also crafting my own plans and orders to be followed. That was one thing every Young Officer had to realise. mamak escort bayan They could be giving orders that would lead to our men being in danger, possibly injured, possibly killed. But we would not relay those orders without following the same orders to the letter ourselves.

Hannah enjoyed a little bit to drink, while I’d been on the whiskey, so it was little surprise our grandparents insisted we stay the night. We didn’t fool around that night, laughing away as we were both far too full after a large dinner, dessert, drinks… We were fed against the next morning before leaving, knowing we’d be returning in a couple of days for Christmas.

Two nights before Christmas, we met up with some of Hannah’s friends for last drinks before the holiday period. She asked me to dress up for her. Luckily for her, I wasn’t self-conscious, happily wearing my half lovats with my green beret. At the first pub we visited, meeting all her friends, they all remembered me and I certainly made an even better impression second time around. And anyone who noticed me knew the meaning of the green beret. Found more than one pint offered to me, which I appreciated. Ended up chatting to a couple of guys serving in the army, sharing stories from our training.

Like usual, the girls wanted to dance the night away, I didn’t mind, long as Hannah was happy, finding myself dragged up to dance with her more than once. I’ll admit, I also had a little fun, leaving her on the dancefloor for some guy to try his luck. I’d walk up, gently tap his shoulder. He’d turn around, attitude on his face and eyes until he got a good look at me, noticing cold, impassive eyes glaring at them in return. Watching them slink away was amusing, Hannah giggling, suggesting I did it on purpose.

Maybe just a little bit…

Waking up early on Christmas Day, Hannah asking me to wake her as soon as I was, we made love first thing, my mouth between her legs first as I wanted to taste her and make her cum, before I moved up and gently slid my cock inside her, making it last as long as possible until I simply couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer. Showered, dressed, bag of presents in hand, we headed back to our grandparents.

I was managing to relax a little more after a few days up north though I kept in mind that I simply couldn’t or shouldn’t unwind completely as I needed to be switched on as soon as I returned. I hadn’t a clue what to get anyone for Christmas so Hannah had helped me buy something for everyone. Bottle of whiskey for Grandad, bottle of perfume for Grandma, toys for the kids, wine, chocolates, beer for the aunties and uncles.

Giving Hannah her present, she carefully opened the paper to reveal a long, thin box, opening it to reveal a necklace, bracelet and earring, all to be worn as a step. I knew next to nothing about jewellery, but we’d talked often enough that I knew enough what to get her. She met my eyes, lower lip trembling again as I helped with the necklace and bracelet as she put in her earrings, finding a mirror so she could get a look at how they were on her. Standing behind her, she met my eyes through the mirror and smiled.

“Thought it would be something meaningful, just in case…”

She turned and kissed me softly. “Soon as we get home, you are totally getting your dick sucked. Then you can fuck my arse the rest of the night.”

“Now that’s quite the Christmas present.”

“I feel bad no-one got you anything, Nate.”

I cupped her cheek, watching her eyes close as I gently caressed her smooth skin. “I’m here with you for Christmas, Hannah. Add that I’m with my family, that’s all I wanted. Plus, being honest, I got what I wanted a couple of weeks ago.”

“Still a sweetheart inside, I see.”

“With you? Always.”

Christmas dinner was fantastic. I’m not sure what Grandma did with the turkey but it was succulent. The ham accompanying it was utterly delicious, with a honey glaze that soaked through the meat. Potatoes baked in goose fat, golden outside, fluffy inside. Vegetables roasted in herbs and oil. All the other trimmings one would expect to see on the table. The booze certainly flowed. Conversation was endless. The laughter almost deafening at times. Hannah spent half the time holding my hand, which I didn’t mind at all.

Dessert was a choice of three different cakes, then a snifter of liqueur, for the adults, at least. We remained until dinner had settled, noticing Hannah had barely touched a drop of alcohol. We were the first to depart, even her parents making a joke about getting my present once we were back at her apartment. Hannah blushed but gave the sort of look that suggested they were absolutely right.

Returning to her apartment, she had me sit on the couch in the living room as she disappeared. Kicking off my shoes and socks, I heard the shower run briefly before the door to her room shut. Joining me ten minutes later, she was naked except for the jewellery I’d gifted her, beckoning me to stand up as she undid my shirt escort mamak first, then helped take off my jeans and underwear. Sitting me back down, she made sure my legs were wide apart enough that she could kneel between them.

The teasing that followed was… like nothing I’d experienced before. Her tongue was mesmerising. She practically edged me for what felt like an hour, getting me nice and ready to cum before backing off entirely. When her lips did finally wrap around my shaft, that was her signal that the teasing was over. I groaned so loudly, half of Manchester must have heard me.

I came within a minute, and it was one of the most powerful orgasms I could remember having. It was so good, and so large, Hannah struggled to swallow it all, as it was literally heavy spurt after heavy spurt. I relaxed, closing my eyes once I was empty, feeling her tongue along my shaft before I felt her place a knee to either side of me, cuddling against me, head against my chest.

“Next is my arse,” she whispered, “I’m ready for you, all you need is lube up your cock.”

“Was that the point behind the shower?”

“Remember that dildo I mentioned? I used it just to get me ready for your cock.”

She gave me a few minutes, realising the orgasm had knocked me for six, before taking me by the hand towards the bedroom. Everything was ready, though when she got on her knees, I asked her to lie on her back, grabbing a pillow so her arse was lifted up enough. Lubing myself up, I lubed her up too, feeling that she’d already lubed herself.

Positioning my cock, I slowly slid it inside her arse, watching her face light up as I buried myself far quicker than I had last time. “Oh, this is much better,” she whispered, “Though I do love it from behind, you just… owning me…”

“Later. Like this first,” I said softly, leaning down to kiss her.

She started to fondle her pussy immediately as I slowly fucked her arse, certainly not needing to fuck her hard just yet. She couldn’t stop smiling at me, whenever she wasn’t moaning, that is. Her smile was infectious, and my cheeks started to hurt from returning the smile. Having cum so bloody hard already, I knew I was going to last far longer, relaxing on my forearms, our faces almost touching at times.

“Glad I did this with you first. Gave you one virginity, at least,” she whispered.

“Well, considering your arse is fantastic, and being inside said arse feels it too…”

Moving her legs, she proved more flexible than ever as I pushed wide and back, and that’s when I upped the tempo. Her face lit up, as the one thing I did worry about hurting her. Stopping to apply a little more lube, I started to fuck her harder. Rubbing her pussy and clit even harder, I think the orgasm surprised her when it arrived. She clenched my cock ever so hard when she did, her head rolling back as she released a loud groan. I stopped until it passed, then she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down to kiss her.

“Fuck. Me!” I had a little fun, slamming my left palm down then my right, and glared into her eyes. She smirked as her finger run up my arms to my shoulders, resting her hands there. “Going to fuck me now, Nate? Want to utterly pound my tight little arse? Destroy me up the wrong’un?”

Fifteen minutes later, I came as hard as when she’d blown me. My cousin lay underneath me, one of the broadest grins I’d seen on her face. Her entire body had taken on a pinkish colour, glistening with a little sweat from both the exertions and the heat, the gas radiators turned on around her apartment.

Pulling out, I easily lifted her up, hearing her giggle away as I put her on her hands and knees, sliding back inside her. Leaning forward, I put my lips next to her ear. “Up for some more?” She could barely reply but nodded eagerly. “Even harder?”

“Put me in a post anal sex coma, Nate!”

“Sure?”

“I’ll let you know if it’s too much. You know I will.”

I kissed her softly on the cheek. “Love you, gorgeous.”

“Fucking love you right back.”

I started out slow but each thrust was harder than before. Earned a grunt and groan most of the time, but she continued to glance back, grinning at me, beckoning me on to keep going. Forcing her arse down lower so I was more comfortable, I kissed her cheek against, keeping my head next to hers as I started to really drive my cock into her. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, “Keep going.”

Gently grabbing one of her breasts, she turned to kiss my cheek, playing with her breasts for a little while before I was able to reach down to start fondling her pussy. Then she had an idea, asking me to sit back a moment, reaching into her bedside drawer to take out her dildo. Sliding that into her pussy, we managed to get into a position so she could use that while I could keep fucking her arse.

“I am going to have the most epic of orgasms, Nate. Now, back to fucking me please.”

She wasn’t wrong. And she didn’t just have one epic orgasm. She must have had… five? Six? I’m not entirely sure. A couple seemed to link together. She managed to keep moving the dildo while I was absolutely pounding her cute little butt. I knew we’d stop after this as I was being far from gentle now, really driving my cock into her, though considering she was barely able to keep the dildo moving, it was obvious she was exhausted.

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