by Laura Day
She gasps as his tongue touches her most sensitive area. She knew it was coming, but she isn’t prepared for the explosion of pleasure she receives from his touch. Squirming in delight, she holds his head to her as his busy tongue and finger sends her higher and higher. He has certainly primed her for an explosive orgasm… and she smiles as she moves and gasps in near ecstasy. She now knows this is going to be the night to which all others will be compared.
As her gasps and soft moans become louder and more frequent, he increases the intensity of his cunnilingus, pressing harder with his tongue. He presses his finger into her, searching for her sweet spot, finds it, and then begins to stroke, curling his finger in a “come here” motion. He starts out slow but quickly increases the speed of his strokes. In only moments Ronnie lunges, her upper body curling up off the bed as she mewls before falling back, her hips bucking and thrusting before she becomes still, gasping quietly.
She rides out the most intense orgasm of her life, every muscle straining as her body tries to pull itself apart. She can feel herself thrashing but she can’t stop it, doesn’t want to stop it, as every probe by his tongue, every stroke of his finger, adds life to her orgasm.
Ryker feels Ronnie suddenly relax with an explosive release of air as she begins to giggle low and deep in her chest. He keeps up the licks and probes for a moment, but they seem to have lost most of their effect and he slowly reduces the intensity of his play.
Ronnie hears herself giggle, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything other than how he makes her feel. She wants hundreds, thousands more orgasms just like that one, and she wants Ryker to give them to her. As he rises from between her legs, she lifts herself up, takes him by the arms, and tugs him to her as she falls back to the bed, pulling him down into a long, sloppy kiss.
He moves with her, covering her body with his as they kiss, a long, wet, erotic kiss, perhaps the best he has ever had. As it begins to fade Ryker leisurely pulls back, looking into her lovely face, watching her light up with a brilliant smile.
She looks into his face and smiles, her face threatening to split. No one has ever made her feel like this. She has had some very good lovers, but there is something about Ryker, something more than the physical, that places him above all others. She can sometimes have more than one orgasm, but tonight, even the kiss they just shared is priming her for another. As his face breaks into a smile, she realizes that she feels safe and protected, more so than she ever has in her life.
She knows nothing in this world can harm her so long as she is in Ryker’s arms… and that frees her. Frees her to, for the first time, fully give herself to a man. To hold nothing back. To fully experience the pleasures of man and woman. And she is reveling in it.
“What?” Ryker asks as Ronnie stares into his eyes, smiling, her body alive under him, moving as if she can’t stay still.
“Nothing. Just thinking. Thinking how much my life has changed in a week. How glad I am that I have met you.”
Ryker feels his smile soften. “And I, you.”
Her emotions are in such turmoil that those three little words make her want to cry and shout in joy at the same time. Never has she been so emotionally charged and she revels in that as well. The events of the past week have changed her forever. What she thought was important in the past—her work, her standing in the research community—isn’t.
What is important are the connections between people. Connections like the one she feels with Ryker. This is what is important. People are important. “Take me,” Ronnie whispers while looking into Ryker’s eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He positions himself, then slowly enters her, pushing deep into her warmth. He holds himself deep inside as he lowers his lips to hers once more. They kiss slowly as he begins with easy, gentle thrusts, drawing out their pleasure. She rocks her hips back and pulls her legs up, tucking them in tight against his sides, her arms around his neck, holding him in tight.
When he begins to move she feels a glow beginning to fill her. She can feel her passion spiraling out of control. She had brought him to her room to fuck him, and be fucked by him. But they aren’t fucking… for the first time in her life she is making love. And this is so much better.
Ryker’s thrusts are deliberate, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feel of her moving with him as one. Before this evening he had already realized she is special, more to him than a job. But “special” understates how he feels about her in this moment. Now, here, together in this intimate dance, she is the most important person in the world.
For her, he will find her father and return him to her if he has to search every building and hovel in the entire Middle East. He will protect her from harm and make her feel safe. For her, he will do anything.
Ronnie can feel her orgasm beginning to form and she wants it. “Harder,” she murmurs seductively, her hands tightening down on his back. Her palms sting with the increased pressure, but that only excites her more, reminding her of what he did, was willing to do, to protect her.
He begins to thrust harder, faster, wanting to please her. A small shudder passes through him and he grunts softly, his passion threatening to take him away.
She hears Ryker’s soft grunt, and she can feel the war within him as he struggles in the throes of passion. She tightens her grip further, delighting in the pleasure she is giving him.
He hears Ronnie begin to gasp, tightening up as her orgasm begins to take her. He increases the power of his thrust again, then again, rising up onto his hands. Her hands fall from his back and begin to grasp at his chest as she starts to keen, her face twisting almost as if in pain. With another explosive gasp she suddenly relaxes, and he slows his pounding thrusts, forestalling his own approaching orgasm. She opens her eyes and smiles as she once again emits that low growling giggle that he is beginning to like so well.
“Mmmm…” She murmurs, pulling him down into another long and passionate kiss as he slowly thrusts into her. She has had her second orgasm, an orgasm of surprising power, but she isn’t done. Not yet. She has never had more than two orgasms before, but she is tonight. She can feel the passion still bubbling, her thirst not yet quenched.
Ryker luxuriates in the long, passionate kiss. Goddamn can the woman kiss! As the kiss begins to slow he ceases in his thrusts, pulling out of her wetness.
“No! Don’t stop!” Ronnie begs. He can’t leave her like this! He can’t! As he tumbles out of the bed she wonders where he is going, but he takes her hand and gently pulls her to her feet. As she comes to her feet, he steps back and pivots, steering her to beside the bed. Pushing her gently face first into the wall, he lifts her right leg and holds it tight to his thigh as he slowly enters her again. The feel of the cool wall pressed against her face and breasts, the feeling of being trapped and unable to escape, sends her passions soaring to new heights as she flattens herself into the wall.
This is the single most erotic thing that she has ever done, and she can feel another orgasm forming. The profound excitement of doing something new and so incredibly sexy puts her instantly on edge. “Oh my God… oh my God… oh my God…” she whispers as he begins to thrust. He leans in, pressing her more firmly into the wall, as he kisses her neck and shoulder, the power of his thrusts increasing with every stroke. She can feel her orgasm coming, and coming hard.
Too late Ryker realizes this isn’t a good idea. As she mutters his orgasm finds new life and begins to stalk him once more. He curls his free arm around her waist, holding her tight as he leans over her back and begins kissing her shoulder and neck, his thrusts taking on a life of their own. It has been many weeks since he has been with anyone and here, now, with Ronnie, he knows he isn’t going to last long. “I’m going to come, Ronnie. Come with me. Please, come with me,” he breathes.
His whisper of his impending orgasm, his soft grunts and whimpers as he struggles to hold against his orgasm, the absolute safety she feels in his arms, cause her passions to spiral higher, reaching levels s
he has never experienced before. Her leg begins to shake, the approaching orgasm sapping her strength while the strain to hold her position excites her all the more. She begins to buck, struggling as she is devastated by pleasure, the coming orgasm biblical in its intensity.
He feels her begin to thrust back and move, her quiet, nonsensical mutters of passion tearing at him. He shudders once with a hard groan as he fights off his orgasm. “I can’t…” he grunts out as he tries to fight off the orgasm again.
The shudder that passes through Ryker combined with that low and sexy grunt of his pushes Ronnie over the edge. She sags as the strength flows out of her, then jerks hard, thrusting back into him and yanking her leg from his grip in a desperate attempt to not fall. With both feet on the floor she moans long, low, and loud as her entire body shudders in a mind-shattering orgasm.
She simply can’t be still as she thrusts and kicks, shifting from one leg to another, banging herself into the wall or her ass into his crotch. She feels likes she is only an instant from falling as her legs sag then suddenly thrust out straight again as she twists and lurches. Finally with a long shuddering gasp she goes limp, unable to keep to her feet, only Ryker’s embrace preventing her from tumbling to the ground.
As she begins to lunge and kick, moaning through her orgasm, he can hold against his orgasm no longer and with a single hard thrust, drives deep into Ronnie as he spills his seed into her. He staggers slightly, struggling to hold his footing when she pulls her leg from his grasp as she continues to thrust into him, causing his pleasure to soar. He holds her tight, battling his body for control so to not lean into her and cause her to fall and injure herself.
She feels Ryker slowly, gently, peel her off the wall. She goes reluctantly, unsure of her ability to stand as he guides her to the bed. She flops into the mattress like a rag doll, lying in the position she comes to rest in, unable to summon the strength to move.
As he slips into the bed beside her, she turns to face him, a smile slowly forming on her lips and that sexy giggle escapes her again.
“That…was incredible,” she says softly, touching him on the cheek.
“You are incredible,” he responds softly before kissing her gently on the lips.
She is warmed by Ryker’s words. She wants to go again, to have him make love to her and never stop, but she is finished until she has some time to rest. She kisses him once, slowly, before rolling over, turning her back to him. “Will you stay and hold me?” she whispers.
He snuggles in close, taking Ronnie into his arms. “Always,” he says softly, kissing her on the shoulder.
She takes a deep, cleansing breath. She lies still, feeling safe, content, and happy, enjoying the feeling of closeness like she has rarely experienced with anyone before. As sleep tugs at her, she wraps her arms around his and pulls his arms tighter. He responds, gently tightening his embrace and holding her snugly. She smiles softly, her eyes slowly closing. Two days ago she nearly died…but tonight, for the first time in her life, she feels like she is truly alive, actually living for the first time. No matter what happens, she will always be grateful to Ryker. Not only for saving her life, but also showing her how to live it.
Ryker feels Ronnie relax into sleep. He buries his face in her hair, breathing deep, drinking in her scent of strawberries. He knows that tonight has fundamentally changed their relationship. He can no longer look at her and see only a woman whose father he has to rescue. If in the morning she wants to return to the way they were, he can fake it, but he knows it will never be the same. He won’t be the same. Not after tonight.
He can’t predict what tomorrow may bring, but tonight he will hold this incredible woman and make her feel safe, warm and protected, while silently praying that he can do so each night for the rest of his life.
***
Ryker wakes the next morning with Ronnie still asleep. They had changed positions in the middle of the night, but she is still snuggled in close. He tries to disentangle himself from her embrace, but she moans softly and snuggles in closer still. While he would like nothing more than to stay here, in her bed, and make love to her all day, he has work to do.
“Don’t go…” she mutters as he once again starts to slip from her bed, but he continues.
“I’ll be back tonight,” he whispers, kissing her softly on the side of her face.
“Stay…”
“Ronnie… I have to find your father.”
Those words penetrate her sleep-fogged mind and she stretches with a groan, opening her eyes. “I know. But I wish you could stay here with me.”
“I want to stay. But I have to do this. I will be back tonight.”
“Let me go with you. Let me help you find him. Please.”
“Ronnie… you know you can’t do that. It’s too dangerous. You’re safe here.”
“I’m safe only when you are around. Please Ryker. Please,” she begs, reaching out and holding his face.
“You are safe here. Let me find your father then we can leave this place. Go somewhere where you will never be in danger again.”
Ronnie stares into Ryker’s eyes. She knows he is right, but she still only feels completely safe when he is near. “Okay. You’ll come to me when you get back?”
He kisses her gently on the lips. “Yes.”
She lets him go. “Find him.”
“I will, Ronnie. I will find him and bring him home to you safely.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After a light workout and breakfast, Ryker and Ronnie part without so much as a kiss in deference to watching eyes. He isn’t sure what he can do more than he is already doing, but he is more determined than ever to find Dr. Julian Baker and bring him home safely.
He spends the day canvassing an area of Beirut known for not asking too many questions, showing a picture of Julian Baker and spreading Pound notes around along with a card containing a contact number. It gets a lot of promises, but nothing concrete. He knows that what he is doing is only slightly better than useless, but he can’t just sit around waiting while the spooks scrounge. Sometimes you have to depend on a bit of luck.
He is sitting in a small cafe having a light lunch of Fattoush, a type of vegetable salad served with pita bread, when a man sits down across from him. He is instantly on his guard, drawing his weapon but keeping it hidden under the table.
“You are looking for a Dr. Julian Baker, are you not?” the man asks in barely understandable English.
“I am,” Ryker replies, his eyes never stopping as he scans for threats while the man distracts him. “Do you know where he is?”
“No. But I am to deliver a message. An old friend of yours has asked to meet with you at Hanaii, outside, on the patio, at 5:30. He has information that he said you will find useful. He said come alone.”
“Who is it?” Ryker asks, suspicious. Nobody is supposed to know he is in the country.
“I do not know. I am but the messenger,” the man says as he rises, turns, and walks away.
Ryker keys his mic with a touch to his ear bud. “Give me Colonel Hargraves.”
After a few minutes Hargraves speaks in his ear and Ryker gives Hargraves the detail of his conversation.
“You know it is probably a trap.” Hargraves says.
“Yes. But we have to take that chance. Have the spooks turned up anything useful?”
“No.”
“So we have to go with it. Let’s put two men in the restaurant well before we meet. Have them bring a date or something. Get one of those female CIA agents. I will go out on the patio alone, but if the shit hits the fan at least I will have some backup.”
“I don’t like this,” Hargraves says.
“You think I do? But what choice do we have?”
Hargraves is quiet a moment. “Okay. I have a female Marine that is rated as expert with the service pistol. We’ll use her and I’ll find someone else. That will give us two two-man fire teams if the shit gets deep. But you are going to be on your own at first.”
> “Roger that,” Ryker says.
Hargraves chuckles. “You’ve got balls, Evans. More balls than brains.”
This time Ryker chuckles. “Roger that.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ryker returns to the embassy to wait for his appointment. He could continue to pound the pavement but he feels his time would be better spent returning and working out the details of the meeting. He, Hargraves, and a small mousy man that provides intel on the restaurant discuss the logistics of what they are about to attempt. The fire teams are still being assembled. He only knows that it is going to be three Marines in plain clothes and one of the three female CIA field operatives. With that much firepower he knows if he can hold his own for ten seconds they can handle just about any threat short of a full on assault. And that isn’t likely to happen, otherwise the meet wouldn’t be scheduled for a popular and well known location.