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 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. 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.
