Nick continued to roughly fuck Ava, liking the cacophony of sounds that their lovemaking was producing. For a good fifteen minutes, Nick continued to pound into Ava, continuing to reach the depths he was aiming for with each hard thrust. Of course, the position was getting old for Nick and his hands left her hips after another hard thrust. His hands went back, gripping her ankles and pulling them apart from behind him. He pushed her legs forward, forcing Ava to fold in on herself a bit. "Hold your legs for me," Nick commanded, holding them in place until Ava's hands could replace his own. With her folded and spread out in front of him, Nick adjusted his position and began to thrust into her once again, this time trying to find a rhythm between the hard fuck she had been getting and the speed at which they were normally used to.<br/><br/>Despite enjoying his conscript after weeks apart, Nick knew that he couldn't hold out much longer, whether it be due to the time or because she was bringing him to that point once more. Thus, this position did not last as long as the last. After a few minutes of this rough fucking, Nick suddenly pulled out and walked a bit forward on his knees, vigorously stroking his cock above Ava. Suddenly, his cock twitched and his second load shot out, falling on Ava's face and breasts. Falling back on his knees, Nick took a moment to collect himself before he slid two fingers into Ava, with his thumb falling to her clit. "When I come back," Nick began, punctuating his words with either rough thrusts with his fingers, or allowing his thumbnail to bite into her clit. "I want to see two things: my cum on your face, and your pussy aching for the real thing."<br/><br/>Nick leaned down and placed a kiss on her lower lips before removing himself completely from Ava, making his way off the bed and out of the room. They had went a bit longer than he had hoped, but it was nothing he couldn't make up. Quickly changing into his combat gear, Nick left the house, rifle over his shoulder and a UMP45 strapped to his front. He didn't care for having to be in uniform for the meeting, considering he probably would want to go out and do some recon himself after linking up with the troops under his command.