He stopped the blissful torture of her breasts long enough to unfasten her jeans, and pull them off with her panties, leaving her completely naked in front of him before he resumed his feasting. Then, there were those magical fingers again, sliding along her opening, swirling over that little bundle of nerves that she had never paid much attention to until now. She almost felt overstimulated, as if her body and brain didn't have enough receptors to process it all. It was too much, and yet, not enough. More, she wanted more. She wanted him inside her. She was well aware that this first time would be painful. Nevertheless, she wanted to welcome the pain, knowing that it was only fleeting, and that Dorin would chase it away with the pleasure he was so selflessly giving.
His fingers kept up their delicious dance against her sex; the slow glide of his finger in and out of her and the lazy swirl of his thumb on her clit nudged her toward an orgasm. It built slowly, quietly…until his mouth closed around her nipple once more. The combined stimulation threw her the remaining distance to the top. Her neck craned back, her hands gripped the sheets, and she cried Dorin’s name in need and adoration. Her entire body tingled and vibrated, her soul glittering and singing.
He reared back again, sitting on his knees between her legs. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down just under the curve of his butt. With an intense, engaging stare, he lowered his black boxer-briefs.
Brooke wanted to cry, cheer, or run. How in God's name would that fit inside her? She had seen naked men before during her clerkship, as well as an erect penis from a patient with priapism. However, none of them compared to what Dorin had been hiding in his pants. His erection stood proudly in front of his body—long, thick, and with a slight upward curve. She was fascinated, entranced, beguiled.
He had given her so much pleasure; she wanted to give him pleasure in return. With a cautious hand, and her eyes holding his, she reached out, and wrapped her hand around him. He was hot and hard, but his skin was soft. A strange contradiction, like velvet-wrapped steel. He jerked slightly, taking in a sharp, hissing breath.
He wrapped his hand around hers, guiding her, encouraging her to squeeze him harder. She was shocked at how hard he wanted her to squeeze. He guided her hand up and down his long shaft in long, slow, controlled strokes. He shivered a little and dropped his head back with a low groan.
“God, that feels so good.” His voice came out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of his aroused voice set her entire being ablaze, magnifying and heightening the aching throb in her sex tenfold. She needed him inside her, now.
“Are you ready?” It was almost as if he had read her mind. The tightly restrained need in his voice told her that he was reaching the end of his self-control. He needed her as badly as she needed him.
Fear threatened to stop her, but all she could do was stare up at him and nod. “Yes,” she said in a quiet whisper.
Rising from the bed, Dorin took out his wallet and removed a condom, setting them on the nightstand before he pulled off his jeans and boxer-briefs. He tore the foil wrapper open with his teeth, and smoothed the latex over his erection. He lay back down, settling between her legs once more. She sighed in delight at the feel of his warm weight on top of her, relishing in the intimacy of their skin-to-skin contact.
“You tell me to stop, and I stop. No questions asked.”
Brooke nodded.
Brooke felt a momentary twinge of panic. Before she had time to react, Dorin kissed her behind her ear, which she’d found was her most sensitive spot. Her apprehension suddenly dissolved, replaced by the softness of his lips on her skin.
Slowly, and very gently, Dorin pressed only the first inch inside her and stopped. She bit down on her lip at the unfamiliar stretching sensation. Did it hurt? No, not really. A little uncomfortable, maybe.
He watched her face carefully. “Okay?”
Brooke nodded. “Okay.”
He rocked his hips back, then pushed forward slightly again, never taking his penetration past the head of his cock. A few strokes, in, and out. Gentle, intended only to build her arousal and prepare her for more.
His mouth captured hers once again, kissing her slowly and softly. Then, Dorin thrust into her all the way, without stopping, burying himself inside her in one single thrust.
Her mouth dropped open under his as she cried out. Holy shit, it hurt! Her vagina felt like it was trying to split in two, her inner walls screaming for mercy at the pinching, burning pain. Her eyes shut tight as she tried to pull her hips away, to dislodge him somehow. She suddenly wanted him out of her, to curl up in a ball with her legs pressed together until the miserable ache subsided.
He wouldn't let her move. He stayed where he was, buried inside her.
“Shh, iubita.” He stroked the top of her head to soothe her. “Give it a second. It'll feel better in a moment; just give your body time to adjust.”
Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, she just wanted the pain to stop, and she wanted it to stop now. He was too big; a virgin could never handle him.
“Just breathe, Brooke.” He continued to stroke her hair, his thumb brushing between her eyes. “Trust me; it'll feel good soon.”
Following his advice, she closed her eyes, focusing on the soothing caress of his hand on her head, and taking slow, deep breaths. Then, as he promised, the acute burning sting began to dissipate, the pain becoming a dull ache, a pressure, and more and more tolerable.
“Want me to try moving?” he asked.
Did she? What was the worst that could happen? She nodded her head. “Yes, just go slow, please.”
Dorin pulled his hips back and slowly thrust into her again. He shuddered, his eyes sank closed, and a soft groan rumbled in his throat. Okay, that wasn't so bad; it almost felt good.
“It's better now,” Brooke said.
He did it again and again. He kept up the slow, gentle rocking motion for several more moments. The sharp, agonizing pain she initially felt soon subsided, and replaced with a warm, sparkling, completely wonderful feeling. She pulled her knees up higher, opening herself more to him, which somehow let him in deeper. They both moaned at the same time, Dorin's heated gaze held hers in a trance as he gently pumped in and out of her body.
Her hands came up behind him, her fingers tightening on his back as he picked up the pace slightly. His back was damp with perspiration, his breathing was coming faster, and his gaze was so intense that she thought he could see into her very soul.
“God, Brooke.” He dropped his head onto her shoulder. “You feel incredible.” She thought she heard his accent become thicker. “I've never—I don't—oh, God,” he stammered, his chest heaving with labored breaths.
His pace quickened, and the sharp pleasure returned with a vengeance. She was nearly blindsided at the intensity of it all. The same deep clench in her womb resumed, the same breath-stealing sensation that gripped her moments ago came back with dizzying force.
Oh, God. She was going to come again. She clung to him as the orgasm rushed toward her, promising to drown her in ecstasy. Every muscle in her body stiffened when it hit, her toes dug into the sheets as she wrapped her arms around Dorin, burying her face in his shoulder as she was pulled under. Her orgasm blasted through her in swooping waves. Her shaky, broken cry was muffled against his shoulder, and her entire body shuddered hard as she crested. Her head flopped back onto the pillow as the waves subsided, her breathing coming out in heaving sobs.
Dorin's eyebrows pinched as he set his jaw hard. He took her hands, and held them on either side of her head, his fingers interlaced with hers as he began to thrust harder. So hard that she swore he was hitting her cervix. Maybe it hurt, maybe it didn't, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. Only that she didn't want this rapturous euphoria to end.
A few more thrusts, and Dorin fell apart right along with her. With a low, tortured, heaving groan, he climaxed. She could feel the pulsing spurts of his come inside her even through the condom, and it only seemed to reinvigorate her residual org
asm. Dorin's sweaty chest heaved as the last of his orgasm faded, and he collapsed on top of her.
Hell, she could barely breathe either. They just lay there, sweaty and cemented to each other.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dorin woke to a buzzing sound, his sleepy brain taking a moment to realize that it was his cell phone. It sat vibrating on the nightstand, and he reached over to catch it before it fell onto the floor. It was Tanner.
“Yeah?” his groggy voice croaked.
“Mornin' sunshine. Did I wake you from your beauty sleep?” Tanner said.
Morning? Was it? It was still dark outside; he had no idea how long he and Brooke had been asleep. “Nah, man. I'm good.” He rolled onto his back and cleared his throat. “What's up?”
“I got a flight home for you two way earlier than I had anticipated. We called in a major favor to the Bulgarian Air Force; they're willing to stash you two on a plane and fly you to Ramstein. It saves us from having to secure fake passports. You're going to Bezmer Air Base; it's only a little over two hours away from Sofia. Think you can find some wheels to get you there?”
Dorin's anxiety level halved instantly. Finally, a safe way home, for both of them. “Yeah, no problem. What time do we need to be there?”
“Get there by fifteen-hundred your time and they can guarantee you spots on a flight.”
Dorin looked at the alarm clock on the dresser—it was just a little after five. Plenty of time, and they might need it if they had to detour on the way there.
“Sounds good.” He rubbed his sleepy face. “Any word on Richard Kennedy?”
“Nope, dude's still in the wind. Pretty shitty thing to do to your kid, I wouldn't mind taking a swing at him myself when they catch him.”
You and me both. He let out a quiet scoff. “We'll get on the road in an hour or two. I'm going to let Brooke sleep a little longer.” He looked over at the sleeping brunette angel next to him. She was still naked under the covers, her hands tucked under her pillow with her face partially buried between the pillow and the bend of her arm. He figured out that was her preferred sleeping position. She slept only inches from his side, one of her legs tangled with his.
“I see.” Tanner said. “How'd the sleeping arrangements work? What with having only one bed and all.”
Then it clicked, and Dorin wanted to strangle his annoyingly mischievous friend. “You did that on purpose, didn't you?”
There was a pause. “Maybe.”
“You shit.”
“You love me.” He could easily picture Tanner's shit-eating grin.
Dorin grumbled quietly.
Tanner laughed. “Y'all be careful on your way home. I'll touch base with you later.”
Dorin grunted in reply and hung up the phone. He locked his muscles to keep from stretching and accidentally waking Brooke. She looked so peaceful, relaxed, and he knew she was sleeping well. He'd give her one more hour, and then he'd wake her.
He took the time to study her face. She had adorable features: a heart-shaped face, long, feathery eyelashes, a cute little button nose, and a few freckles peppering across the bridge of her nose. Her skin was flawless, soft, and had a natural glow. She was the kind of pretty that people noticed. Not to mention she had a megawatt smile that could bring him to his knees.
He knew, right then, that he had fallen for her. The sex last night only cemented how he felt about her. No, that wasn't sex. That was true, undiluted passion and the purest kind of lovemaking. He understood the difference now, because he had never felt anything like it before. He wanted her again so badly he couldn't stand it, but he knew she'd need at least a day or two to let her body recover. He didn't realize how much fear, uncertainty, and real pain was involved in a woman losing her virginity. How truly scared and vulnerable they were in that moment right before the first thrust. It hurt him to see her in that much pain, but the quickest way to get past it was to just get it over with. Like ripping off a Band-Bid. He knew the exact moment the pain switched to pleasure for her; her face was flushed, her pupils dilated, and he felt her body accept him fully. God, just remembering how tight she’d been made him hard.
He didn't even realize how much time had passed until the sun started to come up. He had been perfectly content just lying in bed, letting his mind wander, and watching Brooke sleep. She was a very quiet sleeper; no snoring, no sleep talking, not even so much as a grunt, groan, or snuffle. She barely moved in her sleep. Or maybe she was just sleeping that soundly. He looked at the alarm clock—six-seventeen. Guess it was time to wake Brooke up and get back on the road. He rolled over to face her, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said quietly.
She shifted just a little, and her big brown eyes cracked open. She stretched her legs under the covers, and gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.
“Morning.” He mirrored her smile.
“Good morning.” She stretched a little more. “Did you sleep okay?” Her sultry, sleep-drenched voice was by far the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.
“I did, how about you?”
“Like a rock.” She certainly looked well rested.
“I've got some good news.”
Her eyebrows perked, waiting.
“We're going home today,” he said. “We're driving to an air base in Bulgaria, catching a plane to Germany, and then going home from there.”
Brooke's eyes widened as a genuine smile spread across her face. “Really?”
Dorin nodded. “Yes, really.” He brushed his hand up and down her bare shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
Brooke shifted her legs, a tiny wince crossing her delicate features. “A little sore. Not too bad, though.”
“Good.” Dorin rolled onto his back and yawned, stretching just a little more. “I say we take a shower, grab a quick breakfast, and then blow this Popsicle stand.”
“You mean, like a shower together?” She looked a little stunned.
He couldn't help but smile. “Yes, Brooke, together.”
They got out of bed, and went into the small bathroom. No bathtub, just a shower stall that would barely fit two people. Dorin turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up. It took a little while to reach its maximum temperature, and he adjusted and tested it until the water was just hot enough.
Before they got into the shower, Dorin got his first good look at Brooke's naked body in the light. She had such an amazing figure—long, slender limbs, a flat stomach with a cute ‘innie’ belly button, and a tight, rounded butt. Her slim hips tapered up to a narrow waist, and the most perfect set of breasts he had ever seen.
His eyes were drawn between her legs. He was surprised to finally notice her neatly trimmed hair covering her mound, but what took him aback for a split second were the faint smears of blood staining the insides of her thighs. Again, he felt a pang of guilt for inflicting any kind of pain and discomfort on her. He had to remind himself that the pain and blood was completely normal, and it was just a one-time occurrence.
He held out his hand to her. “Come on, let's get cleaned up.”
With a knock-him-to-his-knees smile, Brooke took his hand and stepped into the shower with him. The entire world shrank down to just a little three square-foot space, the only things that existed were the two of them and the near-scalding spray of water. He held her in his arms for just a few moments, watching her skin and dark hair become wet and glistening. Suddenly, there was no one hunting them, no need to drive to a foreign air base, no one trying to hurt the woman in his arms.
“I'm really glad I met you.” Brooke's voice was almost inaudible over the rush of the water. But he heard her. Even if his ears didn't quite pick up her soft words, his heart heard every syllable.
His arms tightened around her as a swell of affection threatened to burst inside him. He couldn't stop the smile tugging at his mouth as he kissed her forehead.
“Same here, iubita. Same here.” God, if she only knew. In
such a short time, she had become the light in his otherwise dark world. For the first time in his life, he felt exuberant, buoyant, and relaxed. He knew he had told her that his job made a serious relationship difficult, but damn it if he wasn't going to try. He was smart enough to know that if fate gave you something this precious, you didn't squander it.
He took the bottle of apple-scented body wash from the shelf in the shower, and squeezed a dollop into his hand. He rubbed his palms together to lather it up, and started to rub the sweet, fresh, suds over Brooke. He started with her shoulders and then down her arms.
“Turn around,” he said and she obeyed.
He brushed her long, wet hair over one shoulder, and rubbed the soap on the back of her neck, the back of her shoulders, and down the smooth plane of her back. He reached around, and lathered her stomach and her breasts. Brooke's breaths came faster, he could feel the accelerated rise and fall of her chest against his hand. Her small, dusky nipples hardened under his fingers. He trailed down her stomach, and spread some of the fruity lather to clean the blood from between her legs, careful not to irritate her soreness.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and his hand froze in place. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, that feels really good.” Her reply came out in a soft whisper.
He rinsed her off and quickly washed himself. When he turned back around, Brooke's smoldering dark eyes watched him. But she looked different; her eyes were bright, glittering, and completely aroused. Before he had a chance to open his mouth to speak, she launched herself at him so hard he had to step back against the cool tile wall.
Her lips crashed against his, and her tiny hands fisted in his hair to hold him still. His mouth opened obediently for her greedy tongue, and she kissed him with eye-popping hunger. She was ravenous, and there was no way in hell he could stop her. His hands clamped down on her hips, and he pulled her tight against his instant and raging erection. The hot, wet, slippery friction of his cock against her stomach forced a groan from his throat.
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