I felt myself get colder throughout the night. That's the tricky thing about the desert. No matter how hot you are when you go to bed, you wake up freezing. Smith laid directly to my right and Lofton over 50 meters to my left. As per usual, I was the only female in a squad full of males. It made for some interesting conversations, but also some very interesting smells. Smith stirred behind me and I realized I must have kicked him awake by accident. As I sat up, his eyes flew open to see the movement.
"Go back to bed." I said through chattering teeth.
I could tell the wave of cold hit him too. I sat up and looked dead ahead, not wanting to engage in any more social niceties for the duration of the night.
"Come here." He commanded more than asking.
"I'm fine."
"Clearly you aren't."
I looked over and that was my first mistake. His sleeping bag hung open just enough so I could see the top of his abs. I already felt warmer. The men had seen me down to my underwear and I had seen them down to theirs. It was just one of the things you had to get used to in the military. However, sometimes their stares would linger, which also made sense seeing as they hadn't seen a female naked in a few months. Smith and I were an oddity though, I found myself ridiculously attracted to him, and his stares lingered in a different way. He made too much eye contact, constantly making sure I was always close by, and just serving as my shadow. There was a tension between us that had been building, but I had been able to avoid it until now.
Amidst my pondering I felt a hand loop around my waist and pull. Smith was pulling me into him. My entire sleeping bag with me inside of it was dragged against his. I allowed myself to be pulled into his warmth and I think he was honestly doing the same. Using me for my warmth that is. My body curled into his and for once in my life I was okay with cuddling. I wasn't okay with the large erection that suddenly was pressing against my lower back. I felt his breath against the back of my neck, and I turned to face him.
I whispered as quietly as possible "If you breathe on my neck one more time, I will rip whatever clothes you have on off of you."
I knew my eyes had darkened with my statement and I saw his do the same as he processed what I had just said. He pulled me even closer, and brought his lips down to my neck and breathed a sexy heavy breath. Before he could react I was out of my sleeping bag and on top of him. I came crashing down onto his lips with my own. Biting, sucking, and licking as I pleased. He was so damn responsive to me. He unzipped his sleeping bag just enough to allow me to slip inside. I took the hint, and he flipped us so I was underneath him. It was at that glorious moment that I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear either. Somehow I was already soaking, and his cock slid near my entrance as we were shifting positions. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at me with this stupidly sexy grin. He knew he had already won, because there was a physical manifestation of my attraction to him. He lowered his mouth to my ear and between small bites and tugs he began to whisper.
