Chapter 15
15
C am wasted no time in lowering his mouth the last inch to hers. The sound of the surf provided the backdrop music as he plunged his tongue into Miriam’s warmth once again. Not flirting. Not playing. This time…possessive.
Rolling his heavy body to his back with his arms around her, he pulled her on top without losing her mouth. His fingers quickly unsnapped her bra, and he moved her just enough to slide the material away, tossing it to the sand. Settling her back on him, he felt her naked breasts pressing tightly to his chest.
Sliding one hand into her panties, he palmed her ass. She was thinner than the picture Jobe had given to him—her time in captivity had taken some precious pounds off her. He loved the feel of her full breasts and ass but knew that once she was able to gain the weight back…she would feel even more amazing to his roving hands.
Snagging her panties he tugged them as far as they would go before she moved away from him just long enough to slide them the rest of the way down her legs and kick them to the side. Now completely naked, she lay beside him with her hands on his massive chest. She had never been with a man this large, and her hands continued to glide over the smooth skin covering the ripped muscles of his pecs and abdomen.
“One of us seems overdressed,” she giggled, feeling self-conscious.
“Guess I better take care of that,” he agreed, sliding his wet boxers down his long legs and tossing them aside. Rolling to his side he pulled her close once more.
“You are fuckin’ beautiful, carina ,” he said, his eyes moving over her body. “Never seen such beauty. Such strength. Such courage.”
A smile curved her lips as she watch the handsome man in front of her speak with awe. Moving forward, she kissed him once more as his hands glided from her neck, down over her breasts toward her waist.
She felt him pull her hips in close to his erection and the tingling in her belly zinged straight to her core. All she wanted was this man. If all I get of this man, is this moment, at this time…I’ll take it. She took over the kiss, leaning her head over his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. She felt him jerk in surprise before he rolled her back and took possession himself.
As his hand slid down over her perfect ass toward the prize, he felt her slick folds right before he moved one finger deep inside. Capturing her moan in his mouth he added another finger, scissoring them until she was quivering beneath him. Within a minute he could feel her inner walls tightening as her body underneath his went taut.
Needing oxygen, she broke the kiss, running headlong into her orgasm as it powered over her. With her head thrown back, as the electricity shot from her core outwards, she gasped for air.
Holding her tight as he watched her, eyes closed and panting, he could not help the feeling of power that washed over him, knowing he brought this amazing woman to her climax. He slowly withdrew his fingers as her eyes opened and watched as they focused on him. A small smile curved the corners of her mouth followed by luscious lips parting in surprise as she watched him slide his fingers into his mouth, sucking off her juices.
His cock was straining toward her as though it had a mind of its own, heading for the place it yearned to be. His restraint was killing him, but without a condom he had no fuckin’ clue what she would want. He exhaled a painful breath before rolling onto his back, pulling her along with him so that she was tucked carefully into his side.
Her hand rested on his massive chest as she wondered what happened. One minute she was hurling over the finish line of her first orgasm in a long time that had not been self-induced—and much better than any of those—and now he seemed to have halted. Pulling in her lips, she looked up in surprise.
“Cam?” she whispered. “Did I…um…not do something ri?—”
Before she could utter another word, he rolled back over onto his side facing her, his fingers on her lips. She could smell herself on them and closed her eyes for a moment as the beauty of all that was him washed over her.
“It’s not you, babe. Fuck me,” he groaned. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and skimmed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You have to know, it’s killing me. Wanting you so bad.”
“I don’t understand. What’s stopping us?”
“ Carina , I got no condom.”
Once more, her mouth opened with no sound coming out. The passion rolling off both of them was palatable, and her mind raced to find a solution. “You could…I was on the pill...well, not in the past several weeks, but…”
“Babe, I promise you, I’ve thought of all these things,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
“I’m clean,” she said, tentatively, not knowing how he felt about that statement.
“I’m clean too,” he shared. “We get tested all the time for work, and I never go ungloved. Had no one special in years and never trusted a pick-up or, God forbid, anyone when I was undercover for drug taskforce.”
He saw the hopeful gleam in her eye and hated to crush it once more but had no choice. Rubbing her face once again, he reminded her, “Right now, the last thing you need is a pregnancy scare.”
He watched as her eyes moved back and forth, working the problem. He knew he could pull out…it would kill him to not come inside of he r, but he had enough self-discipline to do it. But this has to be about her. Her choice. What she wants to do.
“Um…” she began, clearing her throat nervously.
“What, carina ?”
“You could…pull out. If you wanted. It would be fine with me. But only if you wanted,” she hurried to say, her nervousness showing.
“You sure?” he asked, hope filling his voice.
Smiling, she nodded as he leaned over and kissed her lightly.
“Need to hear you say it.”
“Cam, I’ve trusted you with my life so far. Why would I not trust you to take care of me now? So yeah, I’m sure.” Blushing, she added, “I want you.”
Grinning, he moved back over her body, making sure she was lying on the discarded clothes and not directly on the sand. With her head resting on his left arm, he skimmed his right hand along her soft skin, moving from her jaw to her neck, where it paused on her wildly beating pulse. It continued its trail down to her full breasts, nipples hardening as he rubbed his rough thumb over the points.
Bending over to suck one deeply into his mouth, he heard her sigh as her back arched upward toward him. As his mouth worked wonders on her nipples, his hand continued its path until it found her slick folds once more. Still slick. Ready. Waiting.
He shifted his body over hers making sure to keep his weight on his forearms. Watching her face carefully, he moved his swollen cock to her entrance. In answer to his unasked permission, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, lifting her hips toward his.
Plunging inside, he buried himself in her then immediately realized that his girth would stretch her uncomfortably as he heard her gasp. He began to pull out but was halted by her arms squeezing tightly. She offered him a smile as permission, and he let nature take over.
And under a coral formation overhang, on a white sandy beach, finding privacy in the middle of drug cartel country, he made love to Miriam. And prayed to God it would not be the last time.
Moving in and out of her warmth, it was everything he imagined it would be. And more. Forcing himself to not come quickly, he focused on her. Keeping his weight on his forearms, his eyes on hers, he watched the myriad of emotions pass along her face.
She had wanted this from the moment she saw him in the clinic. This gorgeous, mountain of a man, moving over her…in her. The friction increased as did his pace and she felt her inner walls grab onto his cock, eagerly wanting to prolong this feeling.
He bent his head, owning her lips as he was owning the rest of her body. His tongue mimicked the action of his cock, keeping the same rhythm and he loved the feel as her tongue tangled with his.
Letting go of her mouth reluctantly, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking on her pulse before continuing down to her breasts. He felt her ribs and could not wait to get her back home so that she could be safe and healthy once more. But even with the weight loss, her breasts were full, and the distended nipples begged for his mouth. The more he suckled, the more she moaned, her hands working his upper arms as she squeezed them tightly.
Miriam felt the pressure building once more, just like with his fingers, only this time it was fuller…more forceful…and then all thought flew out of her mind as he slid one hand down to tweak her clit. Her head fell back to the sand as her orgasm jolted though her, the tingles moving from her pulsating core outward in every direction. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to power through, no longer pumping slowly, but now pounding in and out of her slick channel.
Within a minute he felt his balls tighten and against his desire to pulsate his seed deep inside of her, owning the last bit of claiming this woman, he forced himself to pull out at the last moment and with his cock pressed against her stomach he roared through his orgasm.
Barely remembering to roll slightly to the side, he dropped onto her after the last of his cum had covered her. Holding her to his massive chest he felt her racing heartbeat, challenging his for beats. Bodies panting, sweating, and sated, they lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes until the euphoria was replaced with a calm feeling of content.
Turning his head, he lifted her chin with his fingers wanting to see her eyes. Hoping he would see at least satisfaction and not regret; his heart skipped a beat with the emotion pouring out from her gaze. Like he was a fuckin’ hero. Her hero .
Smiling widely, he asked, “You okay, carina ?”
“I’m perfect.”
“Yeah, yeah you are, babe. Absolutely perfect.”
Glancing down at the mess on her stomach he stood up, lifting her and their clothes at the same time. Cradling her in his arms, she squealed as she threw her arms around his neck to hang on.
“Where are you going?”
“Wanna take care of you. Get you cleaned up.”
“But Cam? We have no clothes on!” she exclaimed.
“We will, but let’s get cleaned up first.”
Within a few minutes he entered the water coming down from the river that was fresh and cool. Gasping as the water hit their warm bodies, she hung on tightly. He set her feet on the sandy bottom, not letting go, and washed his cum off her stomach. Moving his large hand between her legs, he gently washed her there as well.
The intimacy of the act was not lost on her as she realized she was not embarrassed. No other lover had taken care of her afterwards. Not that I’ve had that many lovers , she thought.
His words interrupted her wandering thoughts. “Lean back, baby.”
Answering her questioning gaze, he added, “Let’s wash the sand and salt out of your hair.”
Smiling, she allowed him to lean her back over his strong arm, while the other arm ran over the long strands of her hair. As he pulled her forward again, his lips found hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The kind of kiss that speaks volumes. Maybe even more than the wild kisses of passion. This was a kiss that made her think of promises to come.
Once more he carried her out of the water and, taking his T-shirt, dried her body before she slipped her scrubs back on once more. He did the same and then pulled his extra boxers and cargoes on. Walking back to their hideaway, hand in hand, they spoke little. But both knew things had changed.
Lying beside each other, watching the sun disappear into the surf as a brilliant red orb cast colors across the sky, he tucked her closely once more. Having eaten the last of the mangoes and drank more fresh water, they finally settled in for the evening.
Miriam watched as he placed a call to his contact and felt better as she saw that the plans for tomorrow seemed to be on schedule. Cam did not speak much, but as he flipped the phone shut, he turned toward her knowing she wanted to know the details.
“Okay, babe, I can see you’re nervous. Right now, we’re still on track to leave tomorrow morning as soon as Marc can get the plane here. He did say that there was a lot of reported activity in the camp where you and I left, and he’s had our group back home checking satellite photos. What they can tell is that we’re probably missed and they’re likely looking for us. They’ve found the jeep and I’m sure they’re combing the river area. ”
Sucking in a deep breath, she forced her breathing to slow and kept her eyes on his.
He caressed her neck and gently pulled her forward until she planted into his chest. “You’re good, babe. I’ve got you.”
He felt, rather than saw, her nod. “Right now, what we’ve got going for us is that they’re still hampered by the earthquake clean-up and the mess from the storm. That’s the good news.”
She lifted her head and leaned back to look into his face. “And the bad news?” she prompted.
“You’ve seen one of the major players because he was a dumb fuck, who thought with his dick, and took you right to his house. He may be buried in this storm, but the cartel’s reach is long. And by that, babe, I mean long. So, we still need get out of here and back home. And then you’ll have to meet with the DEA and some others to go over what you know.”
“But my family?”
“I’ll get you to them, carina . I promise.”
“What about when I’m questioned?” she asked, the fear and uncertainty in her voice speaking louder than the words.
“I don’t know exactly how that’ll play out, but I’ll be with you as much of that as I can. They’ll be talking to me as well.”
She lay quietly for a few moments, her mind racing with all that had happened and her fears of what was to come. And us? What happens when we go back to our lives?
“I can see those wheels turning,” he accused gently, turning her face toward his with his fingers. “I can keep you safe and I can help you through the shit we need to deal with when we get back,” he promised. “But what else is going through your mind?”
Her eyes skirted to the side, afraid that if she looked at him, he would be able to see her questions about them.
Before she could deny that there was anything else on her mind, he asked, “You do understand about us, don’t you?”
At that, her eyes jumped back to his.
Before he could say anything else, his body tensed and moved quicker than she could have imagined he could move. With a shove, he pushed her further back into the rock formation and rolled so that his body was covering hers, with his front facing outward. Her hand grasped the belt of his cargo pants as she heard the roar of a speed boat engine moving along the coast.
“Who is it?” she whispered, but he did not answer. Afraid to speak again, she just huddled against his broad, muscular back.
Keeping his head lowered, he nonetheless managed to track the boat as it moved along the shoreline, a searchlight dashing around the beach. Several long minutes passed, neither of them moving, before the boat continued out of sight.
Shaking, afraid to speak, she wanted to peek over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming. I can’t go back. I can’t do that again.
Cam finally allowed his breath to slowly let out, feeling the tug on his belt and the quivering body of the woman behind him. Twisting his head to hers, he saw the terror in her eyes .
“It’s okay, babe,” he whispered, lifting his hand to cup her face.
“I…can’t…no…going back,” she stammered, eyes wide.
He rolled toward her, wrapping his arms around her still shaking frame. “No one’s getting you. They’re gone,” he promised.
“Were they looking for us?”
Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. “Possibly. There’s no way to know for sure. But it’s dark. They can’t see us, and Marc will be here in the morning. I’ll contact him to warn him, but he’ll get us.”
Pulling her face in close to his, he whispered again, “Promise, carina .”
Nodding again, she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m not sure I can go to sleep,” she confessed.
“Just close your eyes and listen to the surf. Let it all go, babe. I’m right here.”
Breathing deeply, she found that his shoulder was infinitely more comfortable than the thin cot she had been sleeping on. What would it be like to have this always? And that was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.