Chapter 13 #2
Crawling in behind her as she lay on her side, his hand automatically went to her breast. He couldn’t quiet his mind as the mission flowed through it on a continual loop.
He knew the men, and women—and wasn’t that an interesting new addition—were as prepared as possible.
They were already aboard ships from the Fourth Fleet out of Jacksonville Florida, moving swiftly through the Caribbean Sea toward St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
All teams would do a High Altitude Low Open jump into the water and approach underwater from all sides.
Unconsciously, he kneaded her breast paying particular attention to her hardening nipple. Marta rolled over onto her back and her hand stroked his cock.
“I know what can help you shut down your mind.” Her other hand glided over his abs and traced the outside of the dark circle at his nipple. She lightly scraped her nails through the salt-and-pepper hair on his chest before moving her hand to the back of his neck where she massaged it gently.
Staring into his eyes, she offered, “I’m here for you.” She took his hand from her breast and guided it down her body and under her panties. With her hand over his, she pressed on her clit.
She was wet.
Marta liked sex, which was a damn good thing because once Trevor had rediscovered orgasms, he wanted them often. At first, they’d had sex every time they were together. It was as though both had been denied for too long and craved release.
Since moving into the VOQ, sleeping together every night, working together all day, their sexual demand had lessened to every other day or every third.
As Trevor allowed her to control his hand and her stimulation, he realized it had been several days since he’d been inside her.
She was right. He needed her, and he needed sex.
Marta always seemed to know what he required and was willing to give it to him.
He loved that about her. He swept away her hand and took over circling her swollen clit.
He lifted the lace cups of her soft nightshirt over her breasts, freeing them.
Moving so he could take each one into his mouth he sucked hard.
When she was close, he lightly closed his teeth over her hard nipple.
When she flew over the edge, he pulled her panties down and tossed them with his briefs to the floor.
She spread her legs so he could move between them and slide into her slick warmth. Every time he did, it felt right. He’d known fucking to get off before he married Carol. He made love to his wife for just over twenty-five years.
He wasn’t fucking Marta to get off, to relieve stress, he knew it was more.
He just wasn’t sure how much more. Was she the first of many more women or was she the last?
He couldn’t define how he felt about her.
Was he exempting the first woman who came along and reintroduced him to dating and sex?
Should he try other women to be sure Marta was the right one?
If he dated and slept with other women, then decided he wanted her for the rest of his life, would she take him back?
That was one question he could quickly answer: no. Not only no, but fuck no. She was not a forgiving woman. There would also be no way in hell they could work together afterward.
What the hell was he thinking? He was pumping his cock into the woman of his dreams and his brain was reconsidering their arrangement?
Marta ran her short nails down his spinal column. He automatically arched burying himself deeper inside her tight channel.
“I want you to come with me.” He dropped his head and took a breast into his mouth, sucking extremely hard, pinching her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Her vaginal muscles clamped around him as her arms and legs stiffened.
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to stay quiet so the children didn’t hear them.
But when he opened his eyes, silvery blue diamonds looked back at him.
Marta.
Not Carol. He would never be inside Carol again.
His children were adults.
He would never have to stifle his voice again.
Her orgasm triggered his as their bodies shook in unison. He drove deep inside her, arching his back, forcing her to take all of him as he roared his release.
Rolling to the side, still deep inside her, he whispered her name. Marta.
Her eyes still closed, she replied, “I’m here for you, my love. I’ll always be here for you.” On a sigh she added, “Because I love you.”
Trevor’s eyes flew open. The bliss of his orgasm ended abruptly. She loved him but did he love her? Trevor had softened and fallen out of her body. His wet dick was cold.
Marta’s breathing changed. She too, was awake.
She rolled her body so that she was facing him by giving him a little space.
“I didn’t mean to scare you with those words, but I wanted you to know how I feel about you.
I’m not falling in love with you, I’m already there.
” She ran her fingers through the short, cropped hair on top of his head.
“I understand that you aren’t sure, yet.
I’m hoping that someday you’ll love me enough to return those words.
In the meantime, I’ll be here for you, for whatever you need. ”
She gave him a quick kiss, pulled her nightshirt over her naked breasts, and warned, “We need to get some sleep because we’ll be up all night.” She kissed him again, this time a little slower and much more tender before she rolled over. Minutes later she fallen asleep.
Closing his eyes, his breathing automatically matched hers. His body satiated, her quietly spoken words had chased away his worries.
Marta loved him.