“Aw, the memories will be bittersweet. Let’s make some,” he said and brushed his lips against the back of her neck. He started with her bare breasts. Cupping the heavy weight in his palms, he kneaded the firm, soft flesh, then scraped his thumbs across her nipples. They instantly grew tight, hardening beneath his touch, just like his dick against the confinement of his boxer briefs, which was pressed against her bottom.
Her breathing deepened as he continued to stroke and caress and tease, and he could feel her body move, enjoying every moment.
This woman was getting under his skin, but there was no chance of making it work with her on the opposite coast, jockeying for her position in the hierarchy of the ATF. He could respect a woman who had ambition, but as a down-home boy, he was looking for a woman who was homier. Interested in children and making a home for them while he was deployed, a strong personality that would be a partner for him.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he skimmed his other hand down her stomach and beneath the black scrap of fabric covering her mound. His fingers stroked her intimately, deeply, where she was all velvet softness and slick, wet heat. Her head arched against his throat, and a low moan escaped her.
When he turned his head, he caught the view of the two of them in the mirror across from them. A highly erotic view, with one of his tanned hands splayed on her belly and his other concealed beneath black silk—the color of rich decadence and forbidden desire. He watched the flutter of her thick lashes, the rise and fall of her breasts, and the flush sweeping across her cheeks. Even his own eyes were hot and hungry, his features taut with aching need. A need he swore to deny himself until she gave him what he ultimately wanted…her orgasm.
So turned on, he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, then gave her a gentle love bite on her shoulder that made her gasp in shock.
“God, I want you.” His voice rumbled with intensity and raw emotion, more than he’d ever intended to reveal in that moment. With her back to him, she showed off the sexy slope of her spine and her bare, heart-shaped bottom. She was still wearing her G-string panties and attached to the top elastic band spanning her hips were three pink butterfly appliques that made Aella look sweet and innocent, but he knew better. She glanced over her shoulder at him, a sensual look in her eyes.
“Take me, then.”
He slipped off the bed and shucked his briefs. Her gaze dropped to his jutting erection, and she licked her lips in anticipation, fueling the fire already burning within him.
He moved up onto the mattress, right up behind Aella, and with his hand splayed in the middle of her back, he gently pushed her upper body down onto the bed until her head was resting on a pillow, but her bottom was still raised.
Hooking his fingers in the side straps of her panties, he drew them down her thighs until they pooled around her knees. Then he leaned over her and kissed from the base of her spine up until his face was buried in the fragrant curve of her neck and he was completely covering her from behind. She was already panting in anticipation, wanting this. Wanting him. Hips perfectly aligned, he slid his erection between her thighs to the silky softness of her sex.
The head of his dick slipped inside, and with a long, driving thrust he was exactly where he ached to be. Her fingers gripped the comforter, and she moaned and arched and pushed against him, drawing him deeper into her body, threatening his sanity and his restraint. Refusing to give in to the orgasm rising to the surface, he denied the demands of his body—not until Aella was right there with him. Reaching a hand beneath her, he stroked her in the same slow, heated rhythm as his pumping hips. Over the past few days, he’d learned her body well. Knew just how to touch and caress her to make her unravel. Knew what she liked, what turned her on, and what made her come.
But with a defiant look over her shoulder and a challenging smile, she denied him. A spark of interest flared in him. She could try and hold out against him. But he wanted her orgasm and wouldn’t be satisfied until she finally gave herself over to him that way.
Abruptly, he pulled out of her. “So, we have a competition, do we?” he said with rough eagerness, and sat back on his heels. “Get on your back.” She did as he asked and turned over, eyeing him with laugher in her eyes.
“You didn’t come,” she said, glancing down at the upward thrust of his erection.
Oh, but how he’d wanted to. He was so fucking hard he was about to burst. But he wasn’t going to let her win this round tonight. She was playing games, making this impersonal when it was anything but.
“I will when you do.” That said, he stripped off her panties, pushed her legs wide apart, settled in between, and put his mouth on her. She sucked in a sharp, startled breath and tried to rise up, but he pressed a strong hand to her belly to hold her down. He heard her call his name in a trembling panic, felt her fingers knot in his hair to pull him away, and ignored every attempt she made to stop him. He was relentless in his pursuit. Persistent and tireless as he licked and lapped at her, then swirled and dragged his tongue over her sensitive bud. Again, and again, until she was thrashing beneath his unyielding assault and moaning softly. Minutes could have passed, or an hour.
It didn’t matter and he didn’t care, because he wasn’t letting her go, wouldn’t stop until she gave herself over to him completely. He thrust two fingers deep inside of her, giving her that extra, insistent push of sensual pleasure, and it was finally enough to send her over the edge. Beneath the hand still splayed on her belly, he felt her tense. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers and her nails dug into his shoulders in a last attempt to resist. Then the wave broke, and she sobbed as her body convulsed with the beginning tremors of a powerful, undeniable climax.
He reared up over her, replaced his fingers with his dick, and drove deep, deep inside of her as her orgasm crested, squeezing his shaft, milking him, enveloping every hard inch of him like a tight, hot glove. With an unraveling groan, he slid his arm beneath the arch of her back and pulled her hips tighter against his. Then he slanted his mouth across hers in a fierce, devouring kiss and rode her hard and fast. It didn’t take long before his own violent spasms jerked and shuddered through him.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, his entire body spent. Beneath him, Aella didn’t move, though he could feel her thundering heartbeat against his chest. Lifting his head from the damp curve of her neck, he glanced down at her and his stomach clenched at what he saw. She’d turned her face to the side, and her eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking the moisture on her cheeks.
“I really am going to miss you,” she said, and he recognized the longing in her voice. But there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. So, instead, he gathered her in his arms, gently wiped away her tears, and said nothing more because at this point, there was nothing to say.
He’d just given her everything he had, but in the morning, they were going to get in that van and make a break for the border. They would either make it or they wouldn’t. That was a hard, cold fact. The other hard cold fact was that when they made it, they would go their separate ways. There was no chance at a future together.
13
Gradually, as time passed in this haze of feverish nightmares and brief bouts of lucid awareness, Chry came back to the world and to herself. The morning that she felt completely free of the fever she found 2-Stroke next to her. Even lost to her own mind, she had the sense that he had never abandoned her but had stayed by her.