Page 23 of I Dream of Danger
But she seemed okay with him pulling her pants down, kicking them away, and laying her down on a clean bit of surface of that mile-long table that he cleared with his arm. More than okay, actually. He’d barely touched her except to strip her and lay her out like a sacrifice in some weird religion, but she was already with him. The left pale breast quivered with her heartbeat. She was breathing heavily, already panting, watching him out of half-closed eyes.
Nick stepped between her legs, reaching out to separate them, but she beat him to it, sliding her legs apart as fast as any soldier responding to a shouted command. He didn’t have to shout it, he didn’t even have to whisper it. She knew what he wanted.
With one hand, Nick unzipped himself, happy he was in the habit of going commando. He placed one hand by her side on the table and grabbed his dick with the other.
His dick did not like the feel of his hand. It knew precisely where it wanted to be, and it wasn’t in Nick’s fist, which is where it mainly was when he was in the boonies, training or on missions. His fist just wouldn’t cut it when Elle’s pretty little sex was right there, open and glistening, just waiting for him.
He ran an experimental finger down her, just to test the waters, and an alarm bell rang in his head, loud enough to catch his attention even when there wasn’t much blood left in his head to think with.
She was wet, but not wet enough. Certainly not wet enough for him to slam into her as he had just been about to do.
Okay.
There was an app for that.
He dropped to one knee, leaned forward, heady from the scent of her, and placed his mouth between her legs. He didn’t kiss her, not yet. He just breathed her in. She smelled absolutely wonderful, of some scented soap with high notes of sex.
He’d once read an article in a magazine in the waiting room of the base dentist. Together with Field & Stream, the daily Stars and Stripes, and Guns Magazine, there was also a copy of Vogue. The wait was long, and after reading the other stuff cover to cover, he finally started thumbing his way through Vogue. There was an article on Noses, expert perfumers who were basically human bloodhounds. He was interested because they’d just had a training session on how smells could give you away in an ambush situation. ‘Scent Management’ it had been called, and they were taught not to use soap or mouthwash or shampoo 48 hours before deploying.
So he’d read the article on how Noses could distinguish 1,000 scents.
Elle’s sex had a smell that was unique and it went straight to his dick.
She wasn’t ready yet, but soon.
He licked her and added taste. Oh God. She tasted delicious.
She sighed heavily, and he would have smiled if he hadn’t been so intent on licking her, tasting her.
He kissed the lips of her sex exactly as if they were her mouth, opening them with his mouth, licking deep inside her. With each stroke of his tongue, she gasped and when he felt her clench around his mouth he stood up and gazed at her.
Oh, yeah.
Her cheeks were deep pink, as were her hard little nipples. Her mouth looked swollen though he hadn’t kissed it yet.
He would.
She looked wanton, spread out on the dark wood of the dining table, pale and slender and so mouthwateringly delectable. He stood between her wide-open legs, enjoying the sight of her pretty little sex, pink and juicy. He ran an experimental finger around her and hummed a little. Mmm.
Yeah. She was ready.
Nick leaned down, placing one hand on the table next to Elle’s pale breast and the other holding her hip. He didn’t need to hold his dick for entry, it knew how to get where it wanted to go all on its own.
He slid into her slowly, the feeling so exquisite he closed his eyes until he was fully embedded inside her.
They both sighed.
His eyes snapped open. It would have been a funny moment, but he was beyond laughter, beyond even smiling. He’d fucked way too many times to count, but right now, this was the most erotic scene he’d ever set eyes on. Elle’s pale, soft skin contrasting with his rough, dark skin, her legs open to him, her pink sex clenched around his dick.
Elle’s eyes were half closed, only a shimmering pale blue showing. She was panting slightly, chest rising and falling.
Her arm reached out and wrapped itself around the arm he’d planted next to her, as if to brace herself. She seemed to sense the coming storm. “Nick,” she whispered. Her hand tightened on his arm.
It set him off.
Not holding himself inside her for a moment or two, letting her get used to him. Not a gentle in and out, testing her readiness. Nope.
A storm.
