“Oh my God!”
“Yes?” His half smile he intended as a joke, but she was serious.
“You can’t ever leave me. I want to walk around all day with you inside me. I want to stay in bed until the sun comes up tomorrow, and I still want you to be fucking me, making me sore, taking me any way you want while I still want more. Make me a rag doll, Marcos. I want to be exhausted, used, pleasured, and lit on fire.”
“No problem, baby. Hang on so we can fly together. Give me just—”
And then he began to spill, which nearly set him in tears because he’d wanted to fuck her senseless, and now that dream was gone.
“I like it when you come fast. You know I do,” she whispered.
And indeed, he did. She loved making him lose control. She loved showing him that there was no way in Holy Hell that he could ever resist her or wouldn’t want to ravish her to oblivion. He’d fuck her while she laughed at his expense because he loved seeing her face as he did it. For, no matter how hard he tried to exert control, she was his better. She was the spark that lit him on fire every time. He would never get enough.
And in five minutes, with enough breathing exercises and mental meditation, he’d be bigger and harder again, ever bigger and harder than the first time. And then he’d love that look on her face as he pierced her veil and surprised her.
In the shower, he told her about his trip. Yes, he’d gotten the support he was looking for from Senator Campbell and two of his colleagues. He was guaranteed a quick review of the final plan by the Veterans Housing Board without a senate hearing, which would be a huge waste of time and cause months of delay. He was promised that they would intercede, if necessary, with county and city building officials who might make problems for him or who owed an allegiance to his ex, who had originally sent in her design he fixed.
She was soaping off his back when she brought up the subject of her safety when he was gone.
“Something happen?”
She rubbed his back with the lavender gel she used on her body, which would not make his skin as smooth and smell as nice as hers, but he was okay with it. And then she rubbed more gel, her fingers barely smoothing over his back. Her non-verbal communication told Marco something was brewing, and he wouldn’t like it. She was unhappy she’d made him aware of it too.
“No, silly. But I was just thinking, you know how I take those morning runs along the beach? I was wondering if perhaps I should get a permit to carry a gun. Or carry mace or something. Cat’s claws, you know, for defense.”
He turned, and her eyes were downturned, avoiding his.
“What is it, Shannon?”
“I said it’s nothing. My imagination, I guess. This time when you went away, I just got jumpy. I started seeing things or imagining—wondering how I would defend myself if someone came up behind me or jumped from the bushes. I’ve had so much on my mind with the summer plans and the wedding—”
“Which you don’t have to do anything for. You are remembering that, right?”
“Yes. Yes. But there is the guest list, gathering everyone’s addresses, picking out my dress, and writing our vows… unless you’re going to use something you’ve found in a Navy manual somewhere.”
That’s when she finally looked up at him, her long lashes dripping with wet goodness, the innocence of her face a sweet mask over the powerful woman he knew lived inside. Her tempting little comment, needling him, making fun of his uniform code of conduct even as she reveled in breaking him down.
Marco pressed her against the tile of her little shower, suddenly grateful for the tight spot. “Tell me that again, but look at me this time,” he whispered, glancing his hungry lips across hers as if he was breathing life into her soul.
When she smiled, hesitating to answer him back, he placed his hands under her jaw, tilted her head back, and kissed her long and hard. He wanted her wet and slippery. When they parted, her eyes were filled with tears.
“You overwhelm me, Marco,” she said before he could ask. “Sometimes, I fear not having you.” She looked at his biceps, palming his upper arm from shoulder to elbow joint and back again. The smooth and hairless mound of her sex slipped by his thigh, and its proximity to the root of Marco’s soul made his pecker vibrate.
“The same goes for me, sweetheart. I must go to sleep with cold towels wrapped around my waist. I run into walls and wake up with the biggest boner—even bigger than when I was in my twenties. I am a distracted, mess of a man who’s without his mate—”
“The solution is easy, then. We’ll never be apart. I mean it, Marco.”
“Is that healthy?”
“You mean you couldn’t carry on your business with your fat dick inside me?”
“Shannon, that’s not nice…”
“I have a serious craving.”
“Then let’s fix it right now.”
Marco whipped her around, bent her over, went to his knees. Before she could object, he had his tongue deep inside her cave, the water crashing down upon them both. He nibbled and sucked, ran her delicate lips through his canines, and accessorized her moans with some of his own. He sucked her bud by spreading her cheeks wide, searching for her most intimate bright pink pretty parts. He inserted his tongue, rolling it in and out, and added a thumb. Then he got to his feet and slid his cock deep inside her, one hand on her belly to hold her tight against him, the other keeping her bent over for optimum penetration.
With his thighs, he made a seat for her while she wrapped her lower legs and ankles around his and forced herself against him, pushing against the tiled wall with her palms. The crescendo built, the water was going cold, and it mattered not one bit as she squealed, inhaled, then shattered all over him. He pumped furiously. She resisted and then began to shake, demanding, clutching around to his buttocks with one hand, at last holding firm against him until they both felt the delicious spurt of Marco’s seed.
It had begun to occur to him during these especially deep penetrations that they’d stopped using protection. He didn’t think it was possible that he couldn’t fill her belly with a thousand babies. And he’d love them all.
Her face was pressed against the now-cold tile as she started to giggle, like she’d been drinking. He cupped cold water and washed her sex with careful fingers.
“It’s not going to work,” she said.
“What?”
“I can’t be fixed.” She turned, her face flushed and rosy, red lips mesmerizing him. His heart hung on her every word, and that’s exactly how attentive he intended to be.
“I don’t want you to be fixed. I want you afflicted, craving me, so I know what you mean, Shannon. I can’t be fixed either. I never want this to change.”
“Then let’s try not to be separated.”
Oh, this again.
Marco was sure something had happened. He turned off the cold water, grabbed a white fluffy towel, wrapped it around her, and then carried her to the bedroom without allowing her to dry her hair. He dropped her onto the tussled sheets and pulled them up to her chin, unwrapping them from her legs. He sat, peering over her, still dripping wet, wanting to make her tell him what had happened.
“You brought up the safety issue, Shannon. Not me. If it will make you feel more secure, I’ll have you apply for the CCW permit and enroll you in the course, and I’ll weapons train you. We’ll pick out your personal sidearm together. I’ll make suggestions and you tell me what feels the most comfortable.”