Once they were both settled, he said, “What was the dream about?”
She stiffened for a second, but then seemed to melt into him.
“I was back on that hijacked plane in Venezuela. You were coming to save me, but I knew Luis and the other hijackers planned to kill you. They were going to ambush you. I tried to warn you, but you didn’t hear me. Luis had a gun raised and was about ready to shoot you when I woke up.”
Trigger hated that she was still having nightmares about the hijacking. “It was that crime TV producer, calling and asking questions for the show they’re filming about what happened, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Gillian nodded against his chest.
“For the record, I don’t like waking up without you,” Trigger told her. “I don’t care how much you toss and turn, I’ll always sleep better with you by my side. You suffering in silence out on the couch makes me feel like shit.”
“I’m sorry,” she told him.
“What do you need to feel better?” Trigger asked, willing to do anything. “We can watch a movie, or I can get you a book. If you want to listen to music or even work, that’s okay too.”
Gillian tilted her head back and looked at him for a long moment.
“What?” he asked, hating that he couldn’t read what was on her mind.
“Anything?”
“Of course. Name it, and it’s yours,” Trigger told her.
“I need you to make love to me. I need to feel you inside me and know that it was only a dream and that you’re here, alive and well.”
Trigger’s cock twitched. Gillian smiled, and he knew she could feel him harden against her belly. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she said firmly.
Pushing her back so she was looking up him, Trigger’s hands went to the bottom of the tank top she was wearing. He slowly drew it upward, loving how Gillian eagerly arched her back, helping him get it over her head.
Throwing the material to the side, not caring about where it landed, Trigger looked down at the woman he loved more than life. She was extremely strong. He’d never met anyone stronger. He’d nicknamed her Di, for Diana Prince, Wonder Woman’s alter ego, because that’s what she was to him. She’d more than proven her strength and leadership skills all those months ago when she’d been thrust into the role of negotiator on a hijacked plane. The longer Trigger was with her, the more in awe of her he became.
Gillian gave him a small smile and put her arms above her head, arching her back slightly and pushing her chest up toward him. Not being a stupid man, Trigger took the hint. He leaned down and covered one nipple with his lips, and pinched the other with his fingers.
He loved the sigh that left her lips at his touch. Trigger flicked the rapidly tightening bud with his tongue, and didn’t let up with his teasing until her nipple was hard. He lightly nipped it, smiling when she shifted restlessly under him. His Gilly was extremely responsive, and there were days he still couldn’t believe she was his.
He switched sides, taking her other nipple into his mouth as he squeezed and massaged her tits. When he felt her fingers clutch at the back of his head, he closed his eyes in pleasure. He loved her touch. Her hands were so much softer than his own and it just highlighted the differences between them.
He opened his eyes and slid down her body, pushing the sheet off them as he went, giving himself a clear view of her body. He took hold of the elastic of her panties, loving how Gillian eagerly lifted her hips, making it easy for Trigger to slide them down her legs.
It was ridiculous how pleased he was to see how wet Gillian was already. Knowing he could turn her on was a definite ego boost, although he had a feeling she’d tell him he didn’t need a bigger ego. Smiling, Trigger lowered his head and nuzzled her inner thigh, prolonging the moment.
“Walker,” she complained, trying to pull his head between her legs.
Taking pity on her, and wanting to make her forget any trace of the dream she’d had, Trigger let her push his head right where he wanted to go. He licked between her folds, her tangy flavor bursting on his taste buds. That was all it took for him to forget about teasing.
Giving her a few more licks, loving how she squirmed under him, Trigger turned his attention to her clit. Knowing what she liked, and how she got off the fastest, he eased one finger inside her body at the same time he sucked on her clit. Putting his free arm across her belly to hold her down, Trigger ruthlessly worked his woman toward orgasm.
He knew exactly how much pressure to put on her clit, and how hard to finger fuck her. Within a minute, he knew she was on the edge. Usually he’d tease her by easing off then building her up again, but Trigger’s cock was dripping inside his boxers and he wanted to be inside her, to connect with her, more than he wanted to tease.
He knew when she was about to orgasm because every muscle in her body tensed. Her ass lifted off the mattress and she moaned low in her throat. With one last suck on her clit, she hurtled over the edge. Her thigh muscles shook and he could feel her stomach under his arm tighten as she came.
Trigger yanked off his boxers and spread her legs wider to make room for him even as she continued to quake from her orgasm. He notched his weeping cock head to her folds. The heat coming from her felt scalding, but he knew there would be no greater feeling than being buried all the way inside his woman.
Without hesitation, Trigger pushed his way inside her still quivering body, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth to keep from immediately coming at the feel of her inner muscles clenching around his dick.
“Fuck, Di,” he panted, holding still inside her, memorizing the feel of her around him.
Looking down, he saw sweat glistening on her forehead, her blonde hair spread across his pillow, and her green eyes looking up at him with love and trust.
“You’re always safe with me,” he vowed.
“I know,” she said, her voice raspy.
“You can’t sleep, you stay here in our bed. Turn on a light, read, watch TV, whatever you need to do. But don’t leave me so you can suffer alone in the other room.”
“Okay,” she agreed softly.
Trigger pulled out of her body, grunting at how painful it was to leave her, then thrust back in.
They both moaned.
“More,” Gillian begged.
Trigger obliged. He began to fuck her, hard. Her tits bounced on her chest with every thrust and without thought, he reached for them. He pinched her nipples as he made love to her, feeling her clench around him, letting him know she loved what he was doing.
Reluctantly, Trigger let go of her tits, bracing himself above her. The sound of their skin slapping together was loud, erotic. He felt his orgasm approaching way faster than he would’ve liked.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Gillian didn’t hesitate, moving one of her hands between them. His belly hit the back of her hand with every thrust, but she either didn’t notice or care. He could feel her finger flicking against her clit as she did her best to make herself come.
“That’s it, Di. God, you’re beautiful. I love you so much. You’re my everything…”
Trigger was barely conscious of what he was saying; only that he wanted to make sure she knew how much this meant to him. How much she meant to him.