He lay down beside her and kissed her, swallowing her cries of pleasure and his own rough groan as she stroked his dick. “That feels so good, babe,” he said, but as nice as it was kissing her, he wanted another taste of her and bent his head, took her nipple into his mouth again. He sucked and teethed the tip until she was writhing on the blanket and begging him for more.
“Please, Rafe. It feels so empty,” she said.
He slipped a finger into her vagina. She was so so tight and then he encountered the fragile barrier. A wrongful prideful joy swept through him that he would be the first.
The first and the only, he thought as he left her only long enough to grab a condom from his knapsack and slip it on.
She watched him with her dark gaze, almost black now from her passion.<3
He laid out beside her again and brushed away a long thick strand of her cocoa-colored hair from her face. “This may hurt a little,” he warned, feeling a little guilty that there would be pain before the pleasure they could share.
“I trust you, Rafe. I know you would never hurt me,” she said and threaded her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her again as he covered her body with his and she parted her legs for him. He didn’t rush, wanting to build that need again. Kissing her, he played with her breasts again, learning how much she liked that and as desire grew, he eased his hand between them and found her clit. Stroked and pressed against it until the heat and wet of her was impossible to miss and it was time.
He guided himself to her center and rose up on one arm to watch her as he slowly eased inside. Her eyes widened with the initial pressure as he entered and she worried her lower lip with her teeth.
A second later, she rested her hands on his shoulders and with a sudden shift of her hips, thrust him through her virginity and deep within, but not without a shimmer of pain in the depths of her gaze.
“Elena, I’m sorry,” he said and was unprepared for the shy smile she offered.
“I’m not. I wanted you to be the first, Rafe. I want you to make love to me.”
* * *
The rough bump of the plane hitting the runway and the air brakes engaging roused him from the all too pleasant dream.
He was grateful for the blanket covering him that hid the erection that memories of her had caused. With a few slow deep breaths, he willed it away and prepared himself to face real life Elena.
It took several minutes for the plane to taxi off the runway and into a jetway. Even longer for them to make it to baggage claim and through Customs.
As he walked out of the area, Mark Smith at his side, he stopped to search for her, hoping she hadn’t been waiting long. But as he scanned the area, he realized she wasn’t there.
His gut tightened with the possibility she might not be coming. That he hadn’t been crazy when he’d sensed something was off with her during their last video call.
“Do you need a ride?” Smith asked, noticing that he had come to a stop and was searching the Arrivals waiting area.
He shook his head. “No. She’s supposed to pick me up.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth, he saw her rushing in from the parking area. Or at least, he thought it was her. Her long dark brown hair had been chopped to shoulder length layers that framed a stunning face.
She was dressed to the nines in a suit that hugged every delicious and dangerous curve of her lush body. High heels added a few inches and made her legs look absolutely incredible.
Gone was the young girl he’d made love to that first night and later married. She looked even more womanly, more sophisticated, than the woman he’d seen just over six months earlier during another short leave.
Almost nothing like his Elena.
From beside him, Smith muttered, “Whoever she’s looking for is one lucky man.”
“That’s my wife,” he said and with an abrupt goodbye to his newfound friend, he walked away to meet her.
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Chapter 3
Shit, shit shit, Elena thought as she dashed into the International Arrivals area as fast as she could on her stiletto heels. She’d had nothing but traffic on the highway and she was late. Hopefully Rafe had yet to clear Customs. But as she zigged and zagged her way through the crowd standing there, she saw him and stopped short.
He stood there, anxiously scanning the crowd until his gaze locked with hers. Like in an old-fashioned Hollywood movie, everything around her just fell away and there was nothing but the two of them standing there.
He was devastatingly handsome in his Navy blues and much more man with a capital M-A-N than he had been just months earlier. Her breath left her body in a powerful whoosh. She had to put a hand on her stomach to quiet the tsunami of desire and nerves that just the sight of him caused.
She took a hesitant step toward him and then another and it was like Moses parting the Red Sea as the crowd cleared away from in front of her.
She ran toward him and rushed into his arms, throwing herself against him.
He bore the brunt of her headlong charge as if she weighed nothing, wrapped his arms around her, and swung her joyfully from side to side.
“A very lucky man,” she heard from the man beside him who clapped Rafe on the back as he walked past, a bemused smile on his face.
“Oh my God, Rafe. You’re here. You’re really really here,” she said and kissed his forehead and anywhere else she could plant her lips on his face.
He let her slide back down his body where she couldn’t fail to miss that he was just as excited to see her.
“Yes, I am, and you are, too. I was worried you wouldn’t show.”
“Of course I was going to show,” she said, although she couldn’t fail to miss the trace of doubt and maybe even possibly hurt in his voice. She cradled his face and applied gentle pressure so that his gaze met hers. With her heels, she was just a few inches shorter than his 6’2” height, so they were almost eye-to-eye.
“I’m your wife. I love you. Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Her question was answered by the hesitant shrug of his impossibly broad shoulders and a very tentative reply. “People change. Look at you. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d heard that thread of uncertainty in his voice, but she’d written it off as a reflection of her own fears. After all, they’d been forced into marriage and with the sole reason for it gone, she’d wondered more than once if he wanted to stay in their relationship. If he hadn’t found someone else during those many long months of being apart. With his tour of duty coming to an end in another six months or so, it was time for them to come to terms with what they wanted for their future.
“Let’s go home where we can talk about things in private,” she said, slipped her hand into his, and grabbed the smaller of his two bags.
He hesitated, but then tucked his hat under his arm and grabbed his big duffle. Together they walked out of the terminal, where he paused for a moment to slip on his hat. Then they were off again to the short term parking lot.
She led him to her new SUV, a company car that was a perk of a recent promotion.
“This is nice,” he said as she hit the key fob and unlocked the doors. Once again she heard that mix of uncertainty and fear twisted together like two ends of a pretzel. The last time he’d been home she’d still been driving the small sea foam green Ford Falcon that had been a gift from his grandfather and that he had been restoring when they’d first gotten married.
“I still have Betsy,” she said, using their affectionate nickname for the Falcon.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief and she chuckled and shook her head. “Men and their cars.”
He laughed as well and pinned her against the side of the SUV. “Only one thing more important than our cars.”
“What’s that?” she said with a sexy grin, not that she doubted what it was with the hard length of his erection pressed into her belly.
He arched a dark brow. “You need to ask?”
She answered him with a kiss so hot and searing that they were both breathing heavily when they finally broke apart for air.
“Let’s hurry home,” she said and raced around to the driver’s side.
* * *
Rafe took a moment to compose himself and fight the urge to pull her into the back of the SUV and fuck her brains out.
He liked her brains, a lot. It was one of the things that had attracted him from the very first.
He also liked her spunk and ambition and independence.
So why was it that all of those things were now making him feel . . . insecure?
He tossed his bag and cover into the back seat and climbed in beside her, wondering how he’d ever make the hour plus drive back to the Jersey Shore when all he could think about was touching her and kissing her and making love to her until neither of them could walk.
If the shaking of her hands as she wrapped them around the leather steering wheel was any indication, she was as anxious to be home as he was.
As he buckled up and moved the seat as far back as he could to stretch out his balky leg, he hated that like most new cars the SUV had a console and not bench seats like his old Falcon. He would have liked to be sitting right next to her, touching her, as they made the drive home.
“I wish I’d brought Betsy” she said, dragging a smile to his face.
“Yeah, I wish you had, too.” He turned in his seat as much as he could to watch her as she drove, but after a few sharp turns and a surge of speed, he faced the road.
“Still a speed demon,” he said, laying his arm across the edge of the door to brace himself.
She looked his way for only a moment, a wide and engaging smile on her face. “I haven’t changed that much.”
But she had, he thought as he examined her in the dim light in the car. Every now and then they’d pass a grouping of street lights at an exit and they illuminated her profile and each time her beauty nearly took his breath away. She was far sleeker and more put together than the tomboyish teen he’d fallen in love with and married.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as she noticed his perusal and prolonged silence.
He shook his head, but realizing she couldn’t see it as she drove, he added, “Nothing. Just admiring the scenery.”
“It’s dark. There’s not much to see,” she replied, obviously still unaware of just how lovely she was. He was grateful she hadn’t changed in that way.
“Lots to see,” he said and to prove his point, he turned slightly and ran the back of his hand across her cheek and down to cup her breast. Her nipple was hard and as he caressed the tip, she jumped and blew out a rough breath.
“You’re distracting me and I’m driving.”
“Will it make you slow down?” he asked teasingly.
“Yesssss,” she hissed as he tweaked the tip a little harder and leaned across the console to nuzzle the side of her face.
“Please, Rafe. I can’t concentrate when you do that,” she said, but reached out with her hand and ran it across his thigh, barely brushing his erection with the tip of her pinky.
“Touch me, Elena. You know you want to.” He covered her hand with his and shifted their hands so that hers rested directly on his cock. When she moved it along the length of him and then found the sensitive head beneath the fabric, he sucked in a shaky breath and whispered against her ear, “That’s it, babe. I need you to touch me. You don’t know how many nights I thought about it.”
“Did you touch yourself while you did?” she asked and shot him a bold half-glance.
Whoa, this was definitely not the old Elena who’d always been a bit restrained about sex, he thought.
“I did,” he confessed and her hand tightened on him, but she didn’t look his way. She kept on driving and as he took a quick look at the road, he realized that they were no longer all that far from home. A few more turns and . . .
“Touch yourself, Rafe. Like you did when you thought about me. Show me how you like it,” she said, shocking him again with her boldness and the sure determined stroke of her hand along his dick.
It was dark and the street was empty of any other cars.
His hands trembled as he undid his belt and his fly and drew aside his skivvies to release his cock.
Her gaze whipped toward him and down. Her soft little whimper communicated how excited she was.
He grabbed his dick and fisted his hand around it. Stroked himself hard and she said, “Tell me what it feels like. Tell me what you imagined.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was going to come right then and there if she kept on talking like that. A drop of pre-cum had already escaped him and he spread that wet all across his head and then stroked down again, gasping at the feel of it and the quick hot look she gave him before returning her attention to the road.
“You’re beautiful, Rafe,” she said and a second later, the car did a rough bump as she turned off the road and up into a driveway. She pushed a button on the visor and the garage doors opened, way too slowly for his taste as he dragged his hand up and down his erection again, imagining as he had on so many lonely nights that it was Elena caressing him.
As soon as the door was halfway up, she rolled the car forward, just clearing the bottom of the door in their haste to be inside. With another press of the button, the door was coming down and she was moving her own seat back to give her the room to climb up and over the console.
She’d ditched her shoes and as she straddled him, her dress hiked way up to reveal the thigh high stockings she wore.
He jerked his hand up and down his dick, imagining what else she was wearing beneath her sexy black suit. He didn’t have long to wait as she speedily undid the buttons to reveal the lacy black demi-bra that barely contained the luscious breasts he had tasted in his dreams.
With a quick twist of the front clasp, her breasts spilled free and she said, “Touch me, Rafe. I need you to touch me. Now.”
He tightened his hold on his cock to keep from coming, but before doing as she asked, he trailed his hands up her thighs, taking the fabric of her skirt higher to reveal the tiny black lace thong she wore. He grabbed the fabric in his hands and with one powerful tug, tore the panties away from her.
As he raised his hands to cup her breasts and play with the soft flesh and the wickedly hard nubs, she shimmied toward him, raised her hips, and encircled his erection with both hands to guide him toward her center.
“Are you – ”
“On the pill,” she said and ground down onto him, driving him deep.
They both stilled at that joining, sucking in long rough breaths that only served to intensify the sensation of being one.
It took all his will power not to move. To let her decide what to do next.
“You feel so good,” she said and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him close.
There wasn’t an inch of them that wasn’t in contact. The tight tips of her breasts grazed against his uniform jacket and she rubbed her nose against his playfully. “I missed this,” she said.
He tried not to read too much into the fact that she hadn’t said she missed him. Just the sex, something that had always been good between them.
“I’ve missed this, too,” he said, unwilling to risk his heart so soon.
She offered him a smile, but it was one that didn’t quite reach up into her usually expressive eyes. But she brought her lips to his and brushed them lazily along his mouth, coaxing him for more.
He closed his eyes and moved his mouth against hers, opening to her exploration and dancing his tongue inside to taste her. She tasted as sweet as he remembered.
Dipping his hands down, he caressed her breasts again, playing with the enigmatic mix of hard and soft. Drawing soft little whimpers of pleasure from her with his touch and creating a sharp wave of contractions around him where he was buried inside her.
“God, that feels amazing, babe,” he said and dipped his mouth to her breasts and his hands down to her hips
to urge her to finally move.
When she did, he sucked hard on her nipple and pulled a soft cry from her, but it wasn’t one of complaint he could tell as she wrapped her arms around his head and kept him near, urging him on.
She rode him, her movements creating absolutely amazing friction all along his dick, caressing him with every sharp shift of her hips. He helped her set the pace with his hands and as she started to tire, he drove into her, pushing in deep. Circling his hips to increase his penetration and the caress of his cock all along the hot slick walls of her pussy.
Only a little more, he thought, and gently teethed her nipples while finding her clit with his thumb. With a rough sharp pass of his finger along that sensitized flesh, she came apart, arching her back and crying out his name.
She’s beautiful and she’s mine, he thought as he grabbed her hips tightly and drove up over and over again, prolonging her climax until the feel and sight of her was just too much and he exploded inside her.
Chapter 4
She knew she should move because her toes were starting to go numb, but she was loathe to leave the pleasure of his arms after some of the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had. Not that she was any kind of expert on the subject since Rafe had been her one and only.
An unusual occurrence in this day and age, but she wasn’t ashamed of it. If anything, she was proud that she’d waited for the right man and had been loyal to him even with the many months that they’d been apart.
“I don’t want to move,” she said and tilted her head up to kiss the side of his jaw as she rested against him. He had inclined the front seat back so that they were almost lying down. Almost, but not quite enough to be comfortable.
“I don’t either. It feels so good to be inside you like this,” he said and sighed deeply, the movement causing him to shift slightly from where they were still joined.
She wanted to stay like that forever, but as the minutes passed and he softened and slipped from her, it was time to head in, have dinner, and then hopefully, make love to him again. And again. Maybe even all night long.
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