Out of Time: A Military Romance

by Sienna Mynx

  "How many buttons are there?" he asked.

  "I dunno, but be careful."

  Ice groaned. He took his time and undid one button after another. It took a full fifteen minutes because of his thick fingers and clumsy technique. But he managed to get them all undone. And then she took another two minutes to roll it down her ass, thighs and legs. He stepped back and got another look at her. She wore a white half bra that barely contained her large breasts. She wore a white lace V-thong that barely slipped down to her sex and covered it. And a garter belt with garter stockings.

  "Do you like it?" she asked.

  Ice had never seen anyone more beautiful. He did a complete face wipe to make sure this wasn't one of his many dreams of this night. She turned for him and he got an even better view of her backside. He particularly loved how the tiny triangle of the thong crested right at the dimple of her ass and then disappeared between the cheeks.

  "Ice? What is it? Don't you like it?"

  "I dunno. I guess, I waited, and I thought waiting was... I just didn't know how special this night could be for us, because we waited," he said.

  "Aww... it's special because we love each other," she said. "We're man and wife. And no matter what happens, every Christmas Eve we'll remember this night. Our night."

  "I'll always remember," he agreed. She walked over and helped undress him. He let her, and when she was done it was Asha who kissed and licked his chest while touching his dick. His sweet church girl had turned into the aggressor.

  "Sit down," he said.

  She sat on the bed.

  "Lie back," he told her. Asha did as he asked. He knelt between her thighs and unfastened the straps to her shoes. She lay still for him, like a good wife. He then unlatched the clips to her stockings. When he was done he reached up and dragged her thong off. She moved her legs to help him and he tossed away the thin garment. He then reattached the garter straps.

  He was eye level with her pussy. Ice could see the dark, juicy lips of her sex. He forced her to part her knees to open the petals.

  "Put your feet on my shoulders."

  "Okay," she said and the nervousness was clear in her voice. When he pushed forward, his shoulders forced her feet and knees back. It was then his face drew closer to her pink center.

  Asha felt as if she would explode with passionate desire. So much of it was centered at her core when Ice’s tongue slid over her sex. Sensation after beautiful sensation pulsed though her vagina the way flavor crystals exploded on your tongue when you licked your favorite candy. Over the past two years when kissing and grinding her sex up against his body became too much of a temptation, she would end their make-out session. And then she'd be left with nothing but phantom sensations. She'd dreamed of what it meant to go further.

  "Oh, Ice," she moaned.

  He must have responded. A cool breath brushed over her hot pleasure center. Asha's breath hitched in her chest and her knees jerked backward and parted wider. That was before her complete melt own. He'd never gone down on her before. She wouldn't allow it. His tongue teased and circled her entrance. It thrust an inch into her and Asha's belly quivered. She had to grab her own knees to keep them up. Her head thrashed left and right. The rhythmic pull of his lips and increasing thrusts of his tongue built so much pressure up in her core it curled tighter than a spring. And then he gently bit her clitoris and she exploded.

  "Ice!" she cried out.

  Her natural response was to pump her hips, and she did. He sucked and licked from her clit to her pussy in figure-eight swirls. Spasmodic waves and vibrations of satisfaction melted her womb.

  "Don't hold it, let it go, baby," he told her.

  She had little left in her to fight. She let go and a deep shrill of pleasure escaped her, as loud as a siren. She was so embarrassed. She hoped no one next door could hear them.

  Ice moved up between her legs. "It's going to hurt, Asha honey, just a little, I promise, okay?"

  She nodded. "I know. I'm ready."

  "Scoot back for me. Get comfortable," he said.

  Asha scooted back to the pillows and headboard. Ice crawled over her. His feet still hung off the bed. She could taste herself on his tongue through the ravishment of his kisses. When his mouth lifted and those cool gray eyes of his under his half-lowered lashes stared down at her, she knew he would take care of her. For the rest of her life, she would be safe with him.

  "Open up for me, no matter what; stay open for me, promise." He kissed her cheek and her nose.

  "I promise," she said.

  She lifted her legs and locked them around his waist. Ice’s eyes closed and Asha drank in the sight of him. His thickly muscled arms and chest. Every feature on his face. She could only see the future of waking and being loved by her beautiful husband and one day having children in his image.

  "I'm on the pill, Ice. So don't worry. Don't worry," she exhaled as he rubbed her pussy with the head of his dick. Ice didn't want kids yet. He said they needed to be settled first. She could wait. For now. Asha bit down on her bottom lip that kept quivering.

  "I'm so glad you kept this for me, baby, saved it for me," Ice groaned and kissed her face and neck.

  "I love you, Ice," she said. His cock now prodded her entrance, and he thrust forward. It felt more like a stab. The pain was instant. She winced. And naturally she pushed back at his arms.

  "Relax," he sighed as if he enjoyed her discomfort. He took her hands and pressed his palms to hers. He then pinned her hands down on the bed so she couldn't fight him anymore. He thrust into her again. Her pussy clasped and opened, making another of those embarrassingly wet, succulent sounds. Ice kept thrusting. Bang. Bang. Bang. That's how it felt. Her legs jerked convulsively around him and he pounded harder, rubbing in circles and pressing harder against her clit. She liked it, and she didn't.

  "Ow," she gasped and bit her lip when it became too much.

  "Mmm," he groaned. He was nearly halfway into her, and it hurt like hell. But she closed her eyes and forced her mouth to seal shut. She knew her body. Everything she read and everything her sisters had told her said this was only temporary. It would soon pass. Ice pumped into her with short, forceful thrusts that rattled the headboard. She looked up into his face. His jaw was clenched, his lips thinned, and he didn't stop. It hurt less and less with each thrust, which was amazing. And the urgency Ice felt to break the final barrier between them eased. Ice was tender with his strokes. He kept moving. He pulled out a bit to lick and suck on her nipples. That gave her time to learn and understand her body's response. What gave her the greatest discomfort also teased a pleasure point that seemed to be beyond her grasp.

  "Ice, can we go slow?" she pleaded. She moved with him, in sync. He sighed and eased back into her. He pumped his hips short and quick, and it built friction all along her channel walls.

  "I want you so bad. I want all of you so bad. Can you get on top? Are you ready?"

  "No. I'm not ready," she protested. She could barely stand it as they were.

  "Okay," he panted. He slowed down. He lifted a bit to stare down at her. Had she done something wrong? She couldn't tell. His eyelids were at half-mast; he had a look of restraint and desire, as if he were so drunk off his lust he couldn't think straight. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "We'll do something different," he said in a whisper and pulled out of her. She had little time to react. Ice turned her over. She was face to the pillow, her thighs forced apart. And this time he entered her from the back. For the first time since he took the plunge it didn't burn and hurt so bad. In fact, she liked it better this way. Maybe it was the softness of the mattress pressed against her distressed pussy. Maybe it was the hardness of his back pressed against hers. Or it could be the pelvic pumps that were slowed down by the fat cheeks of her buttocks? Whatever it was, she liked it.

  Ice’s balls tightened. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to come. Without warning or caution he was able to push his hips forward and drive every inch of his manhood into her. He pulled ou
t and thrust back into her, rocking her body back and forth on the mattress. Fire ringed his dick; it was so hot and tight inside her. It was all he could do to keep from coming on the spot. His wife had the most beautiful ass. He lifted his torso up with his hands but kept his face down to look at it. The garter belts cut tight over both her fat butt cheeks but still her buttocks jiggled like Jell-O for him.

  "Better, baby?" he wheezed.

  "Yes! Yes, Ice," she moaned.

  "Move your ass for me. That's right, like that, good girl," he panted. She took him deeper, squeezing his cock, tugging on his length with her tight little cunt lips until he was whimpering. His mind was swimming in emotions. Tears had clouded his vision. He was sinking, drowning in a tide of desire and love. With each push of his pelvis and thrust of his dick he sank deeper and deeper.

  "Uh," Ice said, wounded with weakness. He couldn't contain himself for much longer. He pressed one hand to the headboard before him and then the other. Asha lifted her ass off the bed, higher, bending her knees. Ice was now sitting on his knees behind her with them spread apart. He kept thrusting until his balls were empty and his cock flaccid. With the last bit of energy he had left, he released. It was done. He rolled off her, unable to catch his breath. Asha lifted on her elbows.

  "You okay, baby?" he asked her.

  "Yeah, I think so. You?" she asked and touched her sex.

  He looked over at her. "Come here."

  She came over to him and lay on his chest. "I love you so much. You know that, right?"

  "I know," she sighed.

  "I promise it will only get better between us. I lost a little control." He kissed the top of her head.

  "No, you were perfect. You took care of me," she said and kissed his chest.

  "I'll teach you things, how to enjoy yourself, and you will teach me how to please you."

  "I'm not a child, Ice. Don't talk to me like one." She lifted her head and looked at him. "I'm your wife. I'm the only woman in your life and we'll get better. I promise."

  He brushed the backs of his fingers over her face. She rested her chin on his chest and stared into his eyes. There was a look of determination and defiance in her eyes. He had to smile. She was tougher than he gave her credit for.

  "Wasn't the ceremony beautiful?" she asked.

  "Yes, it was. And so were you," he said.

  "What did you think when you saw me in my dress?" she asked.

  "That I would need to keep my gun with me at all times in case any man stared too long at you."

  Asha laughed. She kissed his chest. She hugged his chest. "Merry Christmas," she said.

  He closed his eyes and smiled. They lay like that for a long while. He had almost drifted to sleep.

  "Ice?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I want to go clean up. Okay? I'm kind of sticky and raw," she said.

  "Oh? Yeah? Okay. Don't take off the stocking and garter thing."

  "Okay." She sat up. Her bra had slipped down to her stomach. He'd forgotten to remove it. She unfastened it and tossed it aside.

  "Asha?"

  "Yes?"

  "What size are your breasts?"

  She looked down at her bare breasts and then to him. She smiled. "You don't know?"

  "How would I know? They are so pretty. I want to buy some things for them."

  "Really? Like what?"

  Ice put his hands behind his head. "Tassels."

  Asha laughed. She heaved up her breasts and squeezed them. "I wear a 34-F, Ice."

  "Okay, that's a perfect size."

  She rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom. Ice rolled over, smiling, and saw there were spots of blood on the sheet. He frowned and hoped he hadn't hurt her too bad. He got up and ripped the sheets off the bed. He found some more in the linen closet and fixed the bed. Asha came back out.

  "All better!" she said. She had kept on the garter belt and stockings for him. "Want to do it again?"

  Ice looked at his dick. It lay unresponsive against his thigh. "In a few minutes. Maybe an hour or two."

  "An hour?"

  "Hey!" He pointed a finger at her. "I need time to warm up."

  She laughed and came over to him. "We're going to stay in this room all day tomorrow. All day. And you are going to teach me everything."

  "Is that right?" he asked.

  "Yes. I'm your wife. I want to take care of you. I will take care of you. Next time I will put it in my mouth."

  "I'm a lucky man," Ice chuckled.

  "Damn right. And don't you forget it, Lt. Commander Quinn. Don't you ever forget it."

  Chapter Nine

  Past - 7:45 A.M. December 24, 2012

  Providence Hospital - Providence Rhode Island

  The men had been airlifted from to Providence. There were many people wounded, but Ice's crew had the fatalities. Asha was driven to the outpost, where she met with Commander Shepherd who, after explaining what was happening, offered to take her to the hospital.

  Ice had lost control of the Jayhawk. They crashed into the sea. The men were either ejected or went out when they went down. It was a miracle that the USCG was able to recover them all and pull them aboard the rescue ships. But Ice and Nick were the only ones brought out of the water alive. Both suffered from hypothermia. Nick died on the way to the hospital.

  Asha began to pray. She prayed so hard she was almost chanting. She had to be strong. She had to be prepared for the worst. But she was only three years into her marriage. How could she lose him now?

  Once they arrived there were news trucks and camera crews bombarding her. She was ushered inside by the military. All of it felt surreal. She barely heard what they said. The place was chaos. People were being treated all around her.

  "I just want to see him. Please," she said through her tears.

  The doctors agreed. After twenty minutes she was taken to his room.

  "An hour, and then he has to get more tests," the nurse told her.

  "Thank you," Asha said. She went inside. Ice’s face was turned away from her. He stared out of the window. "Ice?"

  He didn't respond. She walked to the bed. When she reached it and touched his hand, he looked her way. The side of his face was bandaged. His chest was bandaged. But she could see his eye. And it was the tears coming from that eye that broke her.

  "I was so scared. I thought you had died," she said.

  "I killed them all. They told me I killed them all," Ice said and broke.

  "No! No baby, it was an accident.” She let down the arm of the bed. She went to him and carefully brought his face to her breast. She held him and let him cry. Despite his physical pain, he clung to her. Eventually she had to let him go. But she didn't leave his side.

  "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

  He shook his head. "It was me. I pushed my crew. I..." Ice squeezed his eye shut as if his head hurt. "I don't know how I got out. I don't remember. I think Thatch... it was Thatch, oh God, it was Thatch that pulled me out..."

  "It's okay. Don’t think about it. You don’t have to remember." Asha wiped her tears. The storm had passed over and sunlight spilled into his room. She thought of it as God answering her prayers. But the reality hit her hard. Thatch was dead. Their closest friend. And so were Mike and Nick. She didn't know how Ice could recover from the loss of all his men.

  The door opened and a nurse arrived. His vitals were checked. And then they told her they would take him for more tests. She went over to him and kissed him. He barely responded. His good eye closed and he was taken away.

  Asha paced the room waiting. She sat down and cried.

  20.

  "Ms. Quinn?" The doctor touched her shoulder.

  Asha woke. They'd come to get him when he failed to breathe. He had to go into surgery again for a collapsed lung and internal injuries she didn't fully understand. The waiting was long and drawn out. All she received were updates. He was out of surgery. He was stable. He would be brought down from recovery soon. She'd fallen asleep.

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sp; "Hi, doctor," she said. "Where's... where's my husband? Is he okay? He needs me."

  "He's made it this far. Recovery may be difficult, physically, for awhile. I'd like to talk to you about that."

  "Okay, I'm listening."

  "There's some swelling along his spine. He doesn't have feeling in his left leg and only 20% response in his right. I'm afraid he may be on a long path to being able to walk again. But he can get through it. It'll just take time."

  "Okay. I understand."

  "He may need to see someone. I'm sure the USCG will help. He's probably suffering from shock. His heart stopped when he arrived. He's been through a lot."

  "I'll take care of him. I will," she nodded. The doctor smiled.

  "Let's see how his test results come back, okay? A day at a time."

  "Yes. Okay."

  Ice was wheeled back into the room. He was awake but not responsive. He stared ahead. Asha took care of him the best she could. But there was little she could do to get him to talk or even look at her. So she sat at his bedside and held his hand. She fell asleep with her head resting there.

  Two days later –

  Asha woke to his touch stroking the back of her head.

  "Happy belated anniversary," he groaned.

  Asha looked up. Ice stared down at her. "You feeling a little better?"

  "Why did you marry me?" he asked.

  "Because I love you," she said.

  "You could have married anyone. Why me?"

  "That's a stupid question. I told you, Ice. I loved you from the first day. The very first day. And I'm never going to stop loving you. Never."

  He touched her face. She closed her eyes.

  "I don't deserve it. I never did," he said.

  "That's crazy talk. We have a good life. And we're going to start a family. We're going to get past this. Together."

  Ice’s hand dropped away. He sighed and closed his eyes. Asha got up from her chair and moved in. She kissed his lips. "Rest honey, don't worry about anything. I'm here. Okay?"