Chapter 11
Eager to show Marta the pleasures of her own orgasm, Crusher swept her panties downward, his palms smoothing over her hips, thighs and calves, all the way down to her ankles. He flicked the delicate undergarment out of the way and then climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide.
Though his dick was as hard as a hammer and he wanted to slam into her, he wouldn’t. Not until he’d shown her what sexual ecstasy was all about.
Starting at her ankles, he kissed and flicked a path up her legs, pausing to lift a knee and tongue the sensitive flesh in the crook before blazing a path along her inner thighs. The closer he moved toward her sex, the more tense her body became.
The musk of her juices filled his senses, driving him wild. When he arrived at the juncture of her thighs, he parted her folds with his thumbs.
“Wait...” she said, her voice breathy as she rose halfway from the mattress. “What are you doing?”
Crusher chuckled. “Proving my theory.” He flicked her clit once.
Marta gave an audible gasp and dropped back on the bed.
He flicked it again, and her hips jerked upward.
When he touched his tongue to her again, her hands reached out and threaded into his hair, dragging him closer.
A smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, Crusher assaulted her senses with each flick, swirl, nibble and suck on that small bead of flesh until she writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.
While playing her clit with his tongue, his fingers slid into her, swirling, thrusting, milking her response.
Her hips pulsed to the rhythm of his touches. Soon her body tensed beneath him. The fingers in his hair tightened their hold.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she cried out as she rocketed over the edge.
Crusher’s efforts continued, feeding the sensations all the way to the end when she collapsed against the mattress, taking in air in ragged gasps.
Her head rolled from side to side as she laughed and stared at the ceiling. “So, that’s an orgasm.” She laid her arm over her forehead. “Holy shit. Now, I understand. That was—”
“Amazing? Mind-blowing?” he offered as he climbed up her body and settled himself between her legs, his rock-hard cock nudging her wet entrance.
“Cataclysmic,” Marta smiled up at him. “And I thought all women were faking it.”
Crusher smiled and brushed his mouth across hers. “Cataclysmic, huh? I’ve raised my own bar.”
Her smile slid away, and a frown dented her brow. “As amazing as that was...”
“Cataclysmic,” he corrected and kissed the base of her throat.
“As cataclysmic as that was, I want more.” She lifted her head to look down at where he was claiming one of her breasts.
“Are you sure? We can stop here. Just say the word.”
“No way,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want all of you.”
His pulse quickened as he reached across to the nightstand and fished out the condoms he’d tucked away while she’d been in the shower.
“Ha!” Marta exclaimed. “Were you planning on this all along?”
He shrugged. “Like you said, the kiss on the plane held promise, but I wasn’t going to seduce you, or anything.”
“Because you won’t see me again after tomorrow.” Shadows filled her eyes.
It was true, the kiss had lit a fire inside him he hadn’t been able to ignore.
But Marta was more than a kiss.
He rose to cup her cheek and stare down into her eyes. His cock pressed against her entrance, but didn’t slip into her. Yet. “You’re an amazing, intelligent and brave person. You’re a scientist meant to do great things to help humanity.”
She laid her hand over his and pressed a kiss into his palm. “I’m just a woman with emotions and needs I never knew existed.” She kissed his palm again. “Until you.”
“You’re a woman who uses your hands to help others.” He stared down into her eyes, incredible sadness washing over him. “I’m a man who uses his hands to fight and kill.”
Marta frowned. “That’s not all you do. You protect, rescue and care about people.”
“And tomorrow I have to deliver you to the man who sent me to free you.”
“You have to deliver the asset,” she said, her voice emotionless. “I have to go to work to stop the unleashing of a terrible virus.” She cupped the back of his neck. “But tonight, we can pretend all that doesn’t exist and live in the moment—if that’s what you want.”
“More than I want to breathe,” he whispered against her lips and kissed her briefly. Then he rose on his arms, reached for the condoms and extracted one from the box.
Marta held out her hand. “May I?”
His lip quirked upward. “I’d love that.” He handed her the packet and rose to a kneeling position.
Marta sat up in the bed, tore open the packet and rolled it down his shaft, all the way to the base, where she tentatively touched his balls.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“No,” he said through gritted teeth.
She looked up into his eyes. “Then why are you so tense?”
He laughed. “I’m trying not to blow my wad before we even start.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flashed. “Then let’s start.”
“Woman…” Crusher gathered her into his arms. “You’re killing me.” Then he claimed her mouth, laying them both back on the bed.
Marta’s hands roamed over his body and downward to curve around his buttocks, her fingers cool and surprisingly strong. She raised her knees and thrust her hips upward, pulling him down at the same time.
Crusher slid into her, feeling the muscles of her channel gripping him, pulling him deeper. A sense of coming home washed over him as he took all of her, rooting himself as far as he could go.
For a long moment, he remained there, letting her adjust to his girth.
Slowly, he eased almost all the way out.
Her hands on his ass dragged him back into her.
Moving slowly, he rocked in and out.
Marta’s hands on his butt cheeks urged him to go faster. Her feet dug into the mattress as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. Her body tensed, her movements becoming more frenetic, her release imminent.
Sensations built, spread and magnified as he pumped faster and faster.
Her channel was so tight and wet. He couldn’t hold out for long.
When he shot over the edge, he thrust as deep as he could and froze, his cock pulsing his release.
He gave little thrusts, his release so strong and intense it bordered on painful—delicious, sweet pain.
Her hips rocked gently with her release.
Waves of pleasure filled him to overflowing. As the intensity waned, he collapsed over her and rolled them onto their sides, maintaining their intimate connection.
She leaned her cheek against his neck, draped a leg over his thigh and inched closer, taking more of his still stiff cock inside.
“Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.” Her fingers curled into his chest.
As much as he would’ve liked to stay with Marta longer than just the night, he realized a guy like him would never fit into the same world as a woman like her. “It’s what I do. What I’m good at.” And she was good at the science she practiced. A dull ache spread through his chest.
His arms tightened around Marta. They might not be meant for each other, but they had the night. It would have to be enough.
Tomorrow, he’d hand her over to the State Department. She’d leave his life, and their worlds would no longer collide.