Foreign Affairs

by Antonia Adams

  Finally, I sat down on the shower bench and told him to sit down on the floor in front of me, facing away. With a handful of rich smelling shampoo, I began to wash his short cropped hair, kneading his scalp with my fingers. He groaned and his shoulders slumped as I began working out the kinks in his neck and back with my soapy hands. I could feel his tension start to slide away as I continued my ministrations. I used the handheld sprayer to rinse the shampoo away, leaving behind a strong, virile, and, finally, clean man, sitting between my legs.

  Apparently he had the same idea I did, because he turned around to face me with a decidedly wicked grin on his face. ‘That was wonderful … incredible even …’ he said as he leaned up to kiss me deeply. ‘But I’ll bet you could use some relaxation too …’ Without another word, he buried his face between my legs.

  The effect on my body of his tongue on my clit was the same as a direct hit of lightning. I immediately tensed, arching my back, and gasping his name, as he slid each of my knees over a broad shoulder and settled me back more firmly against the bench and the shower wall. I rested my hands on his head and luxuriated at the feeling of having a man between my thighs once more. It had been a long six months for me too.

  The water beat down on my breasts as he spread me apart and began to use his tongue in the most incredible ways. He licked and nibbled and stroked my most sensitive spots. The heat inside me was so great that I felt like my pussy was about to melt away. My whole body shook as he eased a finger, then two, inside of me. His lips teased my clit while his fingers were sliding in and out of my sex. The sensations of water and heat and his tongue and his fingers were nearly overwhelming. Before I knew what was happening, I gasped out, ‘Oh, Steven!’ and exploded into a maddening, pulsing, mind-blowing orgasm. I shuddered as my pussy spasmed, gripping his fingers tightly with each convulsion.

  Steven drew me down onto the floor of the shower with him, and I lay there in his arms, heart racing, as the water continued to rain down on our bodies. It had been so long since I had climaxed that hard, and my head was spinning.

  ‘I have been tasting your body in my dreams,’ he whispered in my ear as he softly kissed my neck. ‘I had almost forgotten the deep emerald green of your eyes. You are more beautiful than I remembered.’

  ‘And you are as talented as I remembered,’ I murmured, as my fingers drifted down the side of his neck, across his chest, and down into his lap. What I found there was a clear reminder that our business was not yet finished. I’d had my fun – now it was his turn.

  I stood up and turned off the shower. Tossing him one of the oversized bath towels, I smiled and said ‘I know you are tired from your long trip, sailor. I think you need to go to bed.’ Eschewing the plush cotton robes that hung by the shower, we walked naked, hand in hand, to the massive bed just outside the bathroom door.

  I turned down the covers, and slid onto the bed, suggestively patting the sheets beside me. He had just started towards me with a wicked gleam in his eye when there was a quiet bell indicating someone at the door.

  ‘Must be my bag’, Steven said with a wry grin. ‘Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.’ Grabbing one of the robes from the bathroom, he walked out of the bedroom and across the suite to the front door.

  I decided to make the most of his absence, and scrambled off the bed to where my luggage lay. Retrieving several objects from my accessories case, I got back on the bed just as he returned, his garment bag slung over his shoulder. He hung his bag in the oversized closet, and then strode determinedly back across the room to where I reclined on the bed, watching him. He dropped his robe and I admired for the thousandth time the lean body that was now, miraculously, just inches from my hungry eyes.

  He paused for a moment and looked down at me, lying naked before him, waiting for him to reclaim my body as his own. His erection was enormous. As if that weren’t indication enough of what he was feeling, he made no effort to hide the desire in either his expression or in his voice as he said ‘To think that this time yesterday I was living in a modified shipping container at some airbase in the desert, wishing I could hold you for just a single moment. And now this …’ He took a deep breath as he lay down on the bed and reached for me. ‘God, Em, all I can think about is how much I want to be inside of you …’

  I sat up and pressed him back onto the bed. ‘Not so fast, Commander. I plan to make this moment last for a while.’ I threw my leg across his waist and straddled his chest, my pussy in his direct line of sight. He reached up and stroked my still sensitive clit, and I gasped. But it wasn’t my turn any more. Leaning forward until my breasts brushed lightly against his chest, I asked, ‘Feeling adventurous?’ and I teasingly held up the silk scarves I had retrieved from my bag.

  Steven grinned. ‘If the adventure involves you naked, then sign me up.’ He obediently raised his arms over his head as I loosely tied each of his hands to the bed with the silk scarves, leaving him with limited range of motion but relying on his willing participation to keep him secured.

  Then I had him at my mercy.

  Straddling Steven’s naked body again, I leaned down until my lips were millimeters from his. With my tongue, I traced his lips, nibbling on each one in turn. I nuzzled his neck with my nose, placing small, light kisses along the sides of his jaw and down his neck. I nipped his earlobe playfully, and whispered, ‘I am going to drive you mad before I let you fuck me …’ His only response was a soft inhale. Steven’s eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. He seemed to be relaxed but I could see the pulse pounding in his neck.

  I left his ear and moved slowly down his chest. I sucked his nipples, first the left, then the right, not hard, but enough to provoke a reaction. They immediately grew rigid. I blew across them and watched the skin goose pimple up around them. He shivered a little, and the hairs on his arms stood up.

  ‘Poor baby …’ I whispered, my lips placing random kisses on his taut belly. ‘Are you cold? Do I need to warm you up?’ I slid lower down his body, closer to his rock hard cock. I buried my nose in the thick hair that surrounded the base of his shaft, and I felt more than heard another quick intake of breath as my lips brushed the sides of his penis. My fingernails traced a path from the head of his straining cock to the base, up and down. This time, the noise I heard was definitely a groan.

  ‘Em … baby … please …’ He pulled against his bonds but could not reach out for me. ‘God, I need you … please …’

  I laughed and leaned forward, taking the entire length of his rock hard dick in my mouth. Steven’s neck arched, his muscles tensed and he gasped. My tongue ran the length of his shaft as I began to tighten my mouth around him. I took his balls gently in my hand and licked them lightly with my tongue, then started in on his cock again from the bottom up, using the warmth of my mouth to drive him wild. I focused my attention again on the sensitive head, tasting the sweet drops of fluid that were starting to form, and that elicited yet another muffled groan from the head of the bed.

  With every stroke of my mouth up and down his cock, his body responded. I could feel his dick getting harder and harder as I continued to work every inch of him with my tongue, lips and fingers. He was ready to come, and I was going to oblige him … but not yet.

  As soon as I felt he couldn’t be far from the edge, I stopped, abruptly. An anguished cry came from Steven’s lips and he struggled against the scarves.

  I slid up his body and shushed him with a finger to his lips.

  ‘Do you want me, Steven?’ I asked.

  ‘Oh, God, yes, Em, yes …’

  ‘Then fuck me, Steven. Fuck me hard. Now.’

  With a roar, he slid his hands free of the scarves. Throwing me over on my back, he rose up above me and impaled me, slamming his hardness deep within me. I was wet and ready for him, and I lifted my hips to meet his every thrust, urging him on, nails running up and down his back. The strength of his erection was incredible, as he pounded into me again and again, filling me completely. Steven looked down at me and o
ur eyes met. The raw passion in his beautiful brown eyes was intense. My gentle lover was gone – this man was a warrior and he was going to fuck me until one of us surrendered.

  And all of a sudden, the person surrendering was me. Steven shifted ever so slightly and his throbbing dick immediately started stroking directly on my G-spot. My clit was still sensitive from his attentions in the shower, and the combination of the two sensations was more than I could stand. The orgasm washed over me almost without warning, and once more I was spinning, body quivering with the intense climax. My pussy contracted hard around his cock with each wave of pleasure. I knew he could not hold on much longer.

  Finally, with a shuddering cry, Steven came too, and came hard, filling me with his semen. He collapsed on top of me, still shaking and breathing hard. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as close as I could, savouring every moment.

  Finally, he rolled over next to me, and lay facing me, his fingers tracing the contours of my face. He smiled at me with sleepy eyes.

  ‘Amazing.’

  He kissed me, gently, and pulled my body to his. My head found its familiar spot in the bend of his neck, and I inhaled deeply of his scent, a raw blend of maleness that was uniquely his own. His strong arms wrapped around me and held me close.

  And then we slept, bodies entwined, as the evening call to prayer sounded outside our window.

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