by Dee, Bonnie
“You want a shower, baby?” Trent asked as she wandered around the room touching things.
It was strange. She and Trent were as close as any two people could be; the oral loving in the New York motel had been fantastic—but now that they were at the point of actual intercourse she was suddenly shy. Her lovers prior to her devil of a husband had been boys. Gaia knew Brody’s sexual appetites had been abnormal. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Trent. She trusted him never to hurt her, but would he be too cautious, too careful? She really had enjoyed sex before Brody.
“Autumn?” Trent drew her back against his body, her ass snuggling his hard-on. She could feel it pulsing through the multiple layers of their clothing—or maybe she sensed it inside her through their Talismanic link. “You worry too much. I’ll love you however you want.”
Angling her head, she glanced at his face. His eyes were filled with concern and love. “Can you pick images out of my mind?” She rubbed her butt against his cock.
“I think it’s the mind part of the mind-body-spirit connection that we now share.”
For several seconds, she fantasized about loving him. Then she said, “Well?”
“Hell, yeah. Got it. Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased. He held her tighter as a vicious swell threatened to toss them to the floor. “We’d better get horizontal soon, baby, or we’ll be fucking on the floor.”
“Wherever, as long as you do it soon.”
He turned her within the circle of his arms. “I swear I will erase every bad memory Brody gave you.”
“I know. I trust you—I just can’t ask out loud—he made me do that.”
Trent kissed her forehead, gently, reverently. “That will come in time. For now, I’m happy to take the images from your mind.”
“Did you think I was a slut for asking to suck your cock in the hotel room?”
“No! It made me hot. Couldn’t you tell?” His eyes searched her face. His mind sought answers in hers. “Ahh, yes, you could. I loved how you sucked my dick. And I loved eating you.”
She peeked at him through her lashes. “I think you like oral sex.”
He tapped her nose. “You want me to lick you again?”
She shook her head. “I want you to … make love to me.”
“You want my cock in your pussy, yes?”
She nodded. “But from…”
He searched her mind and smiled. “From behind?”
“Yes. He hurt me that way—I want that memory gone first.”
Trent lifted her chin and brushed a sweet kiss across her lips. “Consider it gone.” He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, laying it on a chair. Removing her bra, he thumbed each hard bud, causing her to shiver. “Like that?” His voice was a low growl.
“Yeah—a lot.” She thrust her breasts into his hands for more attention. “I feel it deep inside. It makes me wet, achy, but in a good way.”
“I love your breasts, so perfect. Not too big, not too small.” He bent, licking first one then the other nipple. Another heavy swell threw her harder into his body. “We need to get on the bed and put up the rail, love.” He hurriedly stripped her jeans and underpants down in one fell swoop and threw them on top of her pile of clothing. After which, he lifted her onto the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll be right there to anchor you.”
She watched him strip. Her eyes ate him up. He was so cut—surprising since he’d held a desk job. His shoulders were broad and his ass tight. His legs were runner’s legs, fully defined, but not bulky. And his cock, well, she’d loved sucking him off and knew him to be more size than she’d ever handled before. Her sex clenched at the thought of handling him, holding him inside as he climaxed.
Proving he was in tune with her mind, Trent paused in his disrobing. “I’ll be gentle—but I know you can handle me. We’ll just take it in slow, steady thrusts until you let me know you’re okay. After that, watch out.” He shot her a wicked grin.
“I want it hard, really … and Trent, I want to…” Memories of Brody and his insults and slurs about her sexuality and her morals had her closing her eyes against the sympathy in Trent’s gaze. Sometimes this mental connection was gonna suck.
Trent threw the last of his clothing on top of hers and joined her on the bed, pulling the side rail up and locking it into place. Settling on his side, he stroked her trembling body. Actions she knew he meant to be calming only made her tremble more. She needed him to the point of pain, but she had to clear the air. She didn’t want Trent to expect a sexual expert in bed. Kissing and blowjobs were about all she was good at—her first lovers, teenage boys, had loved oral sex.
Brody had just loved his perversions, which had been more about domination, pain, and humiliation than sex.
“Autumn, if you can’t take all of me, you can’t. It’ll be fine,” he said. “Trust me, I could come as soon as I enter your sweet pussy. So stop worrying. You’re more than enough woman for me.”
“But … he said…”
“He is out of our lives. Whatever he said…” Trent concentrated on her with a fierce expression on his face “…was bullshit. You are not inadequate—and you are not a slut. Consider the source, baby. Why would you let what he had to say bother you?”
She buried her face on his chest. His arms hugged her to him. “I wasn’t a virgin when I went to him.” She stroked his chest. His heart beat strongly and calmly. She took strength from his steadiness. “When I heard he wanted me, I went out and had sex with the first boy I could find. I liked it—the sex—so I had sex with as many boys in my class as I could. So, if that isn’t a slut or a whore, what is?”
Trent tipped her face up. “You are neither a slut nor a whore. Hell, I’m amazed—and honored—you want to have sex with me after what that bastard forced on you.”
“But…”
“Listen,” he caressed her lower lip with his thumb, “what you did before we spent the night in the New York motel doesn’t mean anything to me—or us. From this day forward you are my only love. My wife. My partner. My best friend. The past is gone.”
Tears filled her eyes, wetting her cheeks. Her hand shaking, she stroked his whiskered jaw. “I love you, Trent Steed. My love. My partner. My best friend. My husband. Make me your woman.”
His answer was a sexy growl followed by a kiss that touched her very soul. As they kissed, he stroked and kneaded first one breast, then the other. Images of what Trent wanted to do to her played in her mind’s eye, making her even hotter and needier. Warm liquid prepared her channel and labia for his penetration.
Lost in the feelings his kisses and mind games engendered, she didn’t realize it was the ship undulating and not them until one particular swell threw them against the bed railing.
Trent broke off their kiss.“Baby? Do you sense the change in pressure?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes and sought with her Air essence. “We can handle this without being on deck. How’s your energy reserve?”
“Tapped. You used more energy than you knew on the way here.” He smiled and massaged her frown lines. “I didn’t mention it, since I wasn’t sure you even realized you were attempting to balance the pressure systems all the way from the Florida coast.”
“I knew it,” her lips quirked, “I wasn’t sure you realized you were supplying me energy.”
“Guess we can’t keep anything from each other ever again, huh?” He teased her with a tickle to her ribs.
She slapped at his hand. “Stop that.” She arched an eyebrow. “Want to make love to me now? Generate some much needed energy?”
“That’s what I was doing, baby, before we were so rudely interrupted. But if you meant will I take you doggy-style now. Hell yes.”
A full body shiver swept over her at the thought of her love mounting her.
“Exactly what I had in mind.” She stroked a finger down the middle of his chest to where his cock lay nestled between them. Clasping his veined shaft, she gave it two firm strokes, then swiped the pearls of pre-cum from its pu
rpled head with her thumb. Bringing her thumb to her mouth, she sucked it, her gaze on his face as he watched her through heavy lids. “Yummy. After we, uh, fuck, I want to suck you again. I love the feel of you throbbing in my mouth.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” He took the thumb she’d sucked and put it in his mouth, suckling and tonguing it as he had her clit last night. Releasing her thumb, he kissed her knuckles before helping her turn over onto her stomach. Grabbing pillows, he elevated her hips, then got behind her. Kneeling, he bent over, parting her folds from behind with the fingers of one hand. Although she’d been braced for his immediate penetration, she startled and screamed when the first swipe of his tongue traced her labia from top to bottom and then around her opening, followed with a soft, sucking bite on her clit.
“Trent?”
His other hand held her hips in place for his oral attentions. “I’m not entering you until you’re really wet for me, baby. This position is a much deeper entry than the missionary position and I want you to feel only pleasure when I take you. So just lie there and enjoy.”
“You have an oral fixation, my lover.”
“Only for you. Just you.”
He licked her with strong strokes, taking his time as the world around them became an oceanic roller coaster. Her sex clenched and unclenched, sending a flood of moisture that coated her thighs and the pillow beneath her hips. A pressure and throbbing built within her, needing release, seeking equilibrium.
It was more than sexual need, her essence sought to stabilize the atmospheric situation growing drastically worse. She could sense the Water Keepers working to cool the waters, but she had to stop the updraft, the unequal pressure system drawing the still-too-warm water-rich air upward.
And to stop the cycle, she needed Trent’s cock filling her, giving her the tantric energy to do her thing. She needed Trent’s body taking her to complete the body-mind-spirit unity.
Trent. My lover. I need you to fuck me now.
Baby, you need to come first.
Trust me, I am so ready to come and we need to do this now—or there might not be a later in which you can eat me some more.
To underline her point, the ship rocked and rolled until it almost lay on its side on the surface of the huge ocean swells. The boat’s stabilizers worked loudly but to no avail. They would capsize unless the storm was calmed.
“Trent! Take me now!”
Before she’d even finished her request, his cockhead was at her vaginal opening, gently thrusting inside a half-inch at a time. With each insertion and withdrawal he got more and more of his heavily engorged cock inside her.
“You okay, baby.” His voice sounded strained with the effort he exerted not to hurt her.
She loved and adored him for his consideration, but now was not the time for gentleness. The pressure within and without her body had her crying, “Move, damn it, move!” She thrust her ass back, seating him more fully.
“Demanding—I love it.” Trent laughed and began a rapid thrusting that soon had her moving to meet his every downward stroke. His heavy balls slapped her pussy lips as his pace increased. She swore she saw stars as the head of his cock hit deep inside each and every time he entered her.
The power generated by their lovemaking increased, building on itself as she and Trent found the perfect energy-producing motion. Around them the ship creaked and fought to remain upright. It was now or never as another vicious wave almost capsized the ship.
Trent, reading her, fingered her clit and sent her into a mind-bending climax.
As she was swept into the ether, their essences joined, now mind-body-soul swirled upward in the winds they sought to defeat. As they peaked and climaxed together, they floated to a lofty sexual plateau from which they began the climb once again.
The door to the cabin blew open. Angry ocean winds roared into the cabin and entered her body. With the winds now trapped in her essence and Trent protecting her body and her essence with his, she began the delicate balancing job to stop the hurricane-producing updraft.
As they climaxed once more, Trent’s voice, strong and steady, whispered against her ear. “You okay, sweetheart? You shifted several isobars of pressure there. I think maybe one more orgasm for you, then a joint one to store energy for clean up?”
Nodding, she rubbed her sweaty face against the pillow. Her breaths were coming so fast, she couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. Could only react. Love you, Trent.
Back at ya, baby. His hands massaged her aching back and ass as he began the buildup once more. Let me know when, baby.
You’ll know.
Tell me anyway. I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you too far. We’re creating and processing a lot of energy.
I think we’re glowing.
He laughed. I know we’re glowing.
The delicious climb to the heights once more had her trembling with exhaustion, coupled with the sheer pleasure his hands and cock produced. When she neared another critical point, she sensed Trent waiting for her signal. A man of his word, her lover. Now, Trent. Now.
It only took two firm rubs of her clit to send her soaring into the atmosphere. As before, her essence sought Trent’s and merged, then her body sought equilibrium in a climactic explosion. Once again, the updraft weakened.
Trent peppered soothing kisses down her spine while she fell to another plateau. Hold on, baby. I want to be face-to-face for our joint orgasm.
He tugged the sopping wet pillow from beneath her, and then flipped her over. She was so weak, she let him rearrange her limbs on the bed. He covered her sweat-chilled body with his own, his warmth countering the winds still swirling in the room. Then he thrust his still-hard throbbing cock into her well-loved channel. She managed to wrap her arms around his waist to hold on, her lips seeking his chest.
Bracing himself on his arms, he sought her mouth and kissed her, a kiss so deep she could feel it all the way to her soul. I love you, Autumn Steed.
Weary eyes opened wide, in shock. She broke away from his kiss. “What did you call me?” She brushed dark, wet hair off his forehead. She swept a shaky thumb across deep furrows in his brow. The pressure on him had been just as wearying as it had been on her. His body held still, his cock throbbed inside her to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her body wanted completion. But her soul needed to hear the words.
“I called you my wife. I love you.” He brushed a soft kiss over her lips. “Now, let’s finish this sucker off so I can care for you. You look so tired, baby.”
Tears of joy slipped down her cheek. “But so well-loved, my husband. So very well-loved.”
Beginning the rhythm that would culminate in their joint orgasm, Trent whispered against her lips. “And I will be pleased to keep you well-loved forever.”
As Trent moved his hips to meet hers, he kissed her everywhere he could reach. The front-to-front position was much more intimate, much more intense. It might just become one of her favorite positions just because she could not only feel his love, but see it in his eyes.
As she reached a height she’d never attained before, she arched upward, screaming. Her lover’s head was thrown back, his face in the rictus of ecstasy. Her mind touched his and she found so much love and passion—and possessiveness—for her that she was overwhelmed. His strong emotions fed hers and she peaked, then fell from the lofty heights they’d attained.
As she fell, Trent roared his pleasure. Her inner muscles milked him. They gasped and groaned through the long, slow, spiraling fall from the heights. As his seed continued to fill her, she exploded with another wave of mini-orgasms.
Trent’s head fell to the pillow beside hers. His labored breaths and shallow jerking of his hips indicated his pleasure was still being fed by hers.
The ship now rolled gently on the ocean swells and the zephyrs remaining from her equilibration of the storm winds gently moved across their sweaty, entwined bodies. A soft snick of the door told her the crew was giving them their privacy after the battle they’d fought.<
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As her body quieted, darkness threatened to overtake her.
Trent whispered against her ear. “Breathe, baby. You’re forgetting to breathe.”
She shook her head. No, she was breathing. She was just so tired. She sure hoped they’d taken care of the pressure system, because she didn’t think she could handle another round of sex at that moment.
Trent chuckled against her neck. “I checked. We did it. No more tropical depressions coming out of the Atlantic for a while.” He licked the pulse pounding rapidly in her neck. “Rest now. After we take a nap, we can shower before going back to the mainland.”
Turning her face toward his, she kissed his sweaty forehead. “Okay, husband. And where will we go after that? We’re in danger now—from him. New York City?”
“No, KOTE wants us in San Francisco. They’ll protect us, Autumn. Plus, I don’t think the environmental danger is over yet. It just doesn’t feel like it.”
Worried she might’ve missed something, she tiredly sought the atmosphere above and around them. No, everything was balanced here. “What do you mean?”
He soothed her with a kiss. “Not this second. We did good. It’s just a Protector-gut-instinct thing. I sense something more out there.”
“We’ll fight it together.”
“Always. Together. No matter what happens.”
Chapter Nineteen
4:45 p.m. (PST), Sisters, Oregon.
Cuddling Lily against his nakedness, Carr stroked her back. “You feeling better, baby?”
“Yes.” She kissed him on the chin. “You make me feel beautiful—and sexy—when I know I must look a mess.” She ran her fingers through her tangled hair.
“You are beautiful and sexy.” He nibbled on her lower lip. “I like the natural, disheveled, just-had-vigorous-bout-of-sex look.”
“That’s good.” She gently pinched his nipple, massaging away the slight pain. “’Cause I don’t think we have time to catch a shower.” Her forehead creased as if in pain.
He sent his essence to join hers. Yes, there it was. Mother Earth was gearing up for the second—and he hoped—last round in her extreme temper tantrum. “It’s amazing,” he said, fondling her ass, preparing her, them, for another round of volcano-busting sex. “Before we joined, I could barely sense the power levels when I worked with other Earth Keepers knocking down quakes. I just supplied power to them as they needed it, but now…”