by Burke, Dez
every second I’m gone from you.”
Oh, Ivan…
Every inch of Olivia’s body dissolved with the look in his eyes. Even though he may never say
it out loud, she knew then that he loved her. Probably as much as she loved him. Not keeping her
deepest emotions hidden any longer, Olivia held his gaze with as much intensity.
And then he smiled “You look so sexy when you’re turned on, little dove. Innocent, yet
passionate. You blow my mind, baby…and now, I’m going to blow yours.”
Lord, yes, thought Olivia, just as she felt Ivan mouth descending on her pussy. Just as he promised, he took his time. Ran his tongue from side to side and then up and down her slit, before sucking at her aching clitoris. Olivia couldn’t seem to stop moaning especially when his fingers also slid along the perimeter of her folds before finally piercing into her slippery entrance.
Ivan fucked her gently with two fingers while he kept teasing her clit with his lips and tongue.
Olivia’s fingers dug into the short clumps on his hair and held tight, hearing him groan with pleasure at her forceful grip. She held him close to her quivering sex knowing full well he wasn’t planning on retreating any time soon. Olivia only hoped she’d be able to withstand the indescribable delight she was experiencing with his skilled fingers prodding her deep and catching her g-spot with each thrust.
On and on he pleasured her, his tongue continuously dancing over her power button while he shafted her deep with his wedged fingers.
“Oh…dear heaven… Ivan,” Olivia let out breathlessly, her hips pumping into his face.
He groaned, licking delicately on her labia and then back across that little hard nugget of
pleasure. Mewling deep in her throat, she couldn’t seem capable of warning him though she knew she should; knew she had to find a way to let him know she was all about to implode from ecstasy brought on by his sensual expertise.
But then she realized there was no need; Ivan had the most unerring instinct when it came to her
bodily reactions. He seemed to know that the grinding of her hips against his face spelt impending eruption. Slipping his fingers out from her pussy, he gave her smoldering clit one last lave before drawing back. Olivia moaned again.
Ivan chuckled softly. “Roll over, baby. On your hands and knees.” His voice was a raspy
command.
Good heavens, what? He actually expected her to move? By now Olivia’s body felt like melted wax; she was almost limp with pleasure and his authoritative words made her even wetter between
the thighs. Shuddering in anticipation, she did as he instructed, her head so full of thoughts of what he could do to her in that position.
For a few moments nothing happened, so Olivia glanced over her shoulder curiously. Only to
find him gazing with awed lust at her, his lips parted as rough, shallow breaths rushed through his chest. “Fuck, Olivia. You’re a living, breathing wet dream. I need to put my face deep in that sexy looking ass right now,” he growled with a feral grunt.
Olivia was shaking so much her hands could barely hold her up. Ivan knew just what to say to
send the juices dripping faster down her inner thighs. She knew he’d said he would, but she was still shocked when she felt him nuzzle his face in between her ass cheeks and begin to suck on her pussy.
Arms finally giving way, Olivia slumped face-first into the pillows, her ass held up as he
lavished the rim of her crack. Nothing had ever felt so sinfully erotic. His huge palms flattened on her ass cheeks, drawing them wide apart so he could flick the tip of his wet, wicked tongue over and
inside her oh-so-sensitive nether hole.
Nerve-endings she’d never known were present spiked to life within her anal entrance. She
heard his groans of delight as he rimmed her ravenously. He then pushed his two middle fingers into her sodden pussy below and caused a china-breaking scream of pleasure to pour from her lips.
Olivia had never known pleasure like this. Ivan continued to lap in between her quivering
globes while his fingers fucked in and out of her pussy. Olivia’s whole being was centered on all the sensations being brought to the surface. With her in this position, she felt totally exposed and at his mercy as he pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams.
The sounds of her deep moans blended with the moist smack of his fingers thoroughly pounding
her pussy walls. He would kill her with ecstasy if he didn’t stop. Panting, she cried, “Ivan, please! I want to cum when you’re deep inside me. Oh lord…just fuck me; now. Or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“You want me? You really want me inside?” he asked softly, lifting his head from between her
ass and planting tender, hungry kisses over the length of her back.
“Yes!” Olivia all but sobbed out loud. Every inch of her was on fire to be claimed by him. Her walls contracted around his thrusting fingers and she knew she sought a more substantial invasion. To her delight, he chose not to keep her waiting.
Retrieving his fingers, he positioned himself behind her with his hands holding her hips in a
powerful grip. Instinctively, Olivia arched her spine and sank her face lower into the pillows while her ass tilted higher in the air.
“Ah…fuck,” Ivan groaned, his fingers tightening on her flesh as Olivia could only imagine the
view he was getting of her raised butt. Her pussy was invitingly exposed and she ground her hips
seductively in the air as if to hasten his intended entry.
“Damn, Olivia. That’s just… damn.” His cock edged close and she could feel the tip slide along her moist slit. Olivia’s moan vibrated through her.
“Do it, Ivan. Fuck me. Do it so I’ll still feel it long after you’re gone.”
His answer was to let out a throbbing groan, followed by thick swearing under his breath. His
cock was still poised at her pussy’s entrance while he ran his hands all over her ass cheeks, groping and massaging with carnal pleasure. Pushing the juicy orbs apart, he rasped, “This is going to bring out the beast in me, Olivia.”
“In both of us,” Olivia rejoined, tossing a look over her shoulder at him. She licked on her lips
sultrily and saw his eyes darken to black. “Don’t hold back, Ivan – because I won’t. I need you so bad.”
“Lord help me, I need you too, baby. So fucking much it’s unreal.”
Olivia was panting with need by this time, and dug her fingers into the sheets in expectation of
that first, powerful thrust of cock. Ivan guided his tip right to the very seam of her pussy and planted himself where her lips could feel his meaty crown poising to occupy the waiting moistness and
softness within.
Olivia knew she’d asked for it, but the sudden heave of his hips sent that thick, long cock
surging into her so deep she gasped in shock. She’d almost forgotten how immense he was in relation to her tightness. He grunted and then froze as her walls pulsated around his length. Olivia could
hardly breathe as her inner muscles felt like they were being stretched beyond limit. And yet, even as her belly clinched with the sweet agony, she knew it wasn’t enough.
“More,” she urged, her voice unrecognizable to her own ears. She heard Ivan release a
triumphant groan at that request, and slammed the rest of the way in.
Chapter Twelve
When Olivia woke up the next morning, Ivan was gone. Tears pooled her eyes once she
realized she was alone in the love-tousled sheets. All at once, the rush of memories so thick with passion filled her mind, and she sobbed softly into the pillow. Her still aching pussy twitched within her mound as she recalled how good it had felt when he’d first plunged within her moist vaginal
canal.
“So…fucking…tight,” Ivan had groaned, the inflection of his voice deepening as he sank balls
> deep inside her.
He had then started to move, and in the process he shook her whole world. She simply dripped
cream, making his venture a more slippery and sumptuous one as her snug walls jealously Velcroed to his length.
Olivia could have cum ten times in the period that Ivan rammed deep into her from the back.
His unrelenting and purposeful speed sent her senses twirling beyond reality and into a subspace of utter bliss. He made it feel so good she was moaning his name each time he thrust with rapacious
force. Every time he went in, he sank himself to the balls and caused his groin to smack into her ass.
Olivia loved the sensation of his big, heavy balls swinging against the underside of her pussy.
There was so much to experience at once that it was a wonder she lasted so long. But then
every time she edged closer to her orgasm, he saw it coming and held back, keeping her just on the brink. “Not yet, little dove…not yet,” he kept on saying, each time she bucked hard against him and begged for release.
Endless ages passed and Olivia submitted herself totally to his mastery, safe in the knowledge
that he knew exactly when he wanted her to plummet from her peak and into her waiting orgasm.
Ivan then leaned forward over her arched spine and tugged on her hair until she twisted
backwards to meet his questing lips. As they shared a molten kiss, he cupped her breast with one hand while the other slid down her belly to her greedy little clit. Slamming into her pussy with his belly-scuttling thrusts, he stroked on her clit at the same time fondling her heavy breasts. Olivia was
enraptured, thrown by his skill as every nerve cell she had burst into brilliant life.
“I want you to cum around my cock,” he gruffed against her clinging lips. “I love how it feels
when your tight muscles quiver and spasm as you explode.”
“Oh, Ivan,” Olivia moaned, lost in the sensations taking over her whole being. The tension was
already mounting from deep within her; she was more than ready to give him what he requested.
Especially when it was the same thing she wanted as well.
His hips rocked and pumped, sending his cock farther up her pussy than ever. Olivia lost the
ability to breathe. He seemed to be jabbing into her very womb. A screech of ecstasy erupted from
her throat as his fingers rubbed on her clit in time to his rampaging thrusts. She keeled helplessly as her orgasm smashed into her as powerfully as his cock continued to do. And when she began to shiver and moan, he clasped her tight against him, his body going rigid as her vaginal walls undulated
around his cock.
She’d been so sure there couldn’t possibly be more that she could take. But Ivan was far from
done with her. Pulling out from her sensitized pussy now soaked in her own cum juice, he flipped her on her back.
He covered her with his torso and sought her lips for a long, deep kiss. He coaxed her tongue
out to meet his in the open. It was a sensual, even calming kiss filled with delicate artistry. It took minutes of gentle kissing to still her heart rate back to normal. But then she became conscious of his throbbing hardness against her belly and she remembered that he hadn’t taken his release.
Her eyelids fluttered open when he finally broke the kiss and slid his lips down her neck to her
breasts. By the time he suckled each nipple with the same meticulous fervor, Olivia was grinding her pussy upon his groin. She was hungry to have him inside again despite her recent climax. She
marveled at how much he made her desire him so that in minutes, he had her on fire for him again.
“I need to be looking in your beautiful face when I cum,” Ivan said thickly, moments before
sliding his granite-hard cock back into her tight wetness. Olivia spread her legs wider and clutched at his shoulders, unable to do more than nod in reply. As he started to move…faster, and faster…all she could hold on to was their shared passion; the way he nuzzled her neck as he drove into her with
battering thrusts.
“Damn…so tight,” Ivan groaned, lifting his face from her neck to gaze down at her. “I feel like I
could gladly stay inside you the whole night. This feels so fucking good.”
“I know,” Olivia panted, her pussy contracting repeatedly on his cock. He kept moving and
rolling his hips in that way that sent her to the stars. Her arms and legs wrapped around him tighter than ever, sending him deeper into her soft, giving snugness. He thrust, and thrust, each one causing him to grind against her mound to bring even more sensual friction.
“All the way, baby,” he suddenly groaned, plundering her moistened walls harder and harder.
“You and me. You ready?”
“Yes,” Olivia said with a soft sigh, gazing straight up into his eyes. Neither of them looked
away, locked in their age-old dance of passion. Ivan stared into her face as if to memorize every look of ecstasy crossing her features. After so many weeks of tormented separation, it seemed like he
wanted to draw out their lovemaking as long as he could.
Olivia heard the hitch in his breath as he quickened his pace until she felt winded from the
recklessly delicious speed. At that rate and depth, there was no way either of them could hold back for much longer. Olivia felt his shaft swell and then start to throb deep inside her squeezing pussy.
Their cries of release mingled and echoed in perfect sync as her pussy vibrated around him. Olivia’s hips rode up to meet his. Together, they quivered through the passionate storm, lost to everything else but themselves for those long, thrilling moments of their jointed orgasm.
Olivia had felt so close to him in that instant – as if nothing could ever be between them. But
now they were to be separated by distance, time and space.
“Can’t you please at least tell me where you’re going?’ she had pleaded, her fingers clinging to
his shoulders as he’d drawn her tight against him before they slept.
“I can’t, baby,” he told her gently. “But one thing I can say…is that when I get back, I owe you a serious explanation. We’re going to have a good talk and straighten things out between us. Okay, my little dove?”
As hazy as that assurance had been, Olivia had nodded eagerly. He wasn’t making any real
promises. He hadn’t even told her he loved her. But Olivia was hopeful that the time would come
when he’d withhold nothing from her. Not his body…and certainly not his heart.
Yes, she was hoping for a lot of things – most of all, that her Marine hero lover would return to
her safe, and whole. In the agonizing weeks that followed, it was a prayer that was all she lived and breathed for…
Chapter Thirteen
Darkness had fallen.
As in all rescue missions, timing was vital. Stealth and the element of surprise were just as
critical to ensuring that things went according to plan. Ivan knew that if he or any of his team put even a foot wrong, then the night’s hostage rescue would end in tragedy.
And yet Ivan chose to consider only one outcome: success. An innocent life depended on it, not
to forget the lives of the rescue forces involved. All three men were equipped with the weapons, night vision aids and helmet-mounted cameras suited to the nocturnal operation.
They’d been flown in earlier via helicopters and then were dropped on the perimeter of the
jungle from where they then hiked the three miles to the kidnappers’ camp. It was hoped that any noise from the choppers had been deadened by the dense jungle, ensuring that nothing would alert the
kidnappers of his squad’s impending raid. In just minutes, Ivan and his fellow Marines would be
closing in on the cavern where the hostage was kept guarded. Giving their radios and weapons one
last ch
eck, they awaited the order to attack.
When they finally struck, they moved in quickly with the intent of accomplishing the simple
assignment: retrieve the hostage, execute the kidnappers. All three Marines burst into the darkness and dispatched four sentries with their silenced weapons.
Deep within the cave, another group of guards were waiting. With the same swift killing
technique of double bullets to the forehead, their assault team dropped the surprised guards on the spot around where the hostage was believed to be kept.
With the dead guards lying around them, Ivan and his team mates were suddenly faced with the
realization that the hostage was nowhere to be seen. But that was impossible, Ivan thought; their
command intelligence unit had all but pinpointed the up-to-the-hour location of the captive. Or had the hostage been moved?
They didn’t get a chance to ponder the dreadful prospect. The sound of enemy gunfire filled the
air coupled with shouted words in the local dialect coming from behind them. The Marines turned
swiftly to counter the attack even as Ivan radioed in that their cover was blown and that the hostage was missing.
This was the worst case scenario but then, being a Marine meant you had to be ready to face
any situation that’s forced upon you. It was hard to believe that their tactically planned and rehearsed rescue was going up in smoke.
One thing Ivan knew though; none of his team was going down without a fight…
Chapter Fourteen
In the first week after Ivan’s departure, Olivia had started to count the days until his return.
What was the duration of such assignments anyway? It couldn’t be more than a couple of weeks, tops.
And then he’d be back home, right? Or so Olivia told herself.
But by the end of the third week since he left on assignment, Olivia really began to worry. Had
something happened to him? She kept watching the news reports hoping and yet at the same time
dreading to hear anything about Ivan’s squad or their latest mission. No news was good news, at least in this case, thought Olivia as she tried to stay optimistic.