Stepping in, Kira was amazed at how spacious yet cozy the room felt. Warm colors and big dark wood furniture gave a nice contrast to the fluffy bright white bedding and pillows. To Kira’s aching muscles it looked like a heavenly cloud. She resisted the urge to flop onto the glorious bed. She could smell the river on herself. “God, we stink!”
“To the showers then,” Start commanded. “Come on, dirty girl, let’s get you in the shower and see what we can do with you.” Stark led the way into the granite and wood trimmed bathroom. She noted they had stayed with a rustic mix of old world charm. He flipped a switch to warm the slate floor and turned, pulling Kira close. He stared at her with his deep blue eyes. She imagined herself sitting on that island in the sea. His voiced brought her back. “You make every minute of my life worth it,” he revealed.
Kira felt her knees buckle. “What?”
“Every painful minute of my life until I met you, every broken road I traveled, every desert hole I’ve crawled through are all worth it when I look at you.” He bent and pulled her up to him. Wet, needy kisses enveloped her mouth and she gave into him freely. She suddenly forgot she smelled like the river and miles of hiking. He pulled her shirt off over her head and began to unfasten her bra. Kira caught sight of the horror in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess that used to be a pony tail. The removal of her shirt and bra had exposed creases of dirt and river water all over her skin. She felt her Prana shorts being unbuttoned. For a moment she closed her eyes. The warmth of him so close made her tingle all over. The anticipation of his touch made her quiver. Her panties hit the floor as she opened her eyes. Her distaste for her own appearance was overshadowed as Stark began to undress. She hated that he had this kind of power over her. The world slowed. Mesmerized, she watched his fingers undoing each button of his shirt. The wet t-shirt underneath clung to each rippling muscle. He pulled the t-shirt off over his head, exposing his tanned, sculpted perfection. Kira heard herself sigh out loud. Oh dear, sweet Lord, that should be illegal. He reached down and pulled of his Kuhl shorts. Holy hell! He’s been commando all day! Kira drew in a sharp breath as his already erect cock sprang to freedom. He turned to start the water and get the shower room ready. Kira watched his perfectly taught ass and massively strong thighs as he stepped into the shower. She couldn’t help but giggle at the little river weeds that were stuck to his butt cheek. She stepped in after him and knocked them off with a playful smack.
“You wanna play rough, little girl?” he asked, pulling her into the water.
“Aaaahhhh! Son of a! Oooh ooh, God! Owen that’s c-c-cold!” Kira shrieked and flailed, trying to escape. He held her in, laughing, and turned up the heat. “Oooh that’s better.” She cooed as the warm water engulfed her. Kira liked showers hot. Hot enough to just about seer her flesh.
Still laughing, Stark took some of her favorite shampoo and began to make a lather. “Did you pack that?” She asked, puzzled since she hadn’t seen him get it out.
“No I arranged for them to have it for you. I have all of your favorite things. Now just relax and I’ll wash your hair.” The deep rasp of his voice could be so tender at times. Kira closed her eyes and leaned into his chest. She let him work his magic on her long hair and scalp. He massaged her neck and worked to loosen each muscle group, then turned her around to rinse. He gently helped rinse all the soap away. Kira was feeling happy and dizzy. She could smell the honey and jasmine of her body wash and knew he was soaping up her soft loofa. She felt like she was drifting off to heaven as he worked slow circles all over her shoulders and back with the loofa in one hand and massaged with the other. She felt the loofa dip lower and lower. Her legs stiffened with anticipation. Each pass of the loofa was followed by his hand massaging , groping as he reached her ass. Kira reflexively stepped apart to allow him easier access to her waiting and eager flesh. But he passed right over and sat on the floor of the shower and began to work on her legs and feet. As good as the continued massage felt to her tired and aching muscles Kira struggled to hide her disappointment. He worked his way back up her legs and stopped just short.
“We better rinse this off. Better yet, maybe I’ll just use my hands for this part.” The deep sexy rasp was back in his voice. Kira new it was game on. She felt her heart and breathing quicken as he opened the bottle and poured the honey jasmine body wash into his bare hand. A sinister smile crossed his lips. “Hold on to the shelf” He instructed and proceeded to very gently massage tiny circles into each fold of skin of her most delicate region. The light touch was almost too much to bear but he didn’t stop. He found her clit and began gently circling being ever so careful not to apply too much friction. With his other hand he shared the soapy lather and worked her cheeks and then slid between and made small circling motions teasing her ass. Kira jumped in surprise. “Hold still.” He told her. “I’m just getting you clean. We’ll save that for another day, when you’re not already so sore.” He said laughing.
He took the shower nozzle and began to rinse her from her neck now to her feet. Then he returned the nozzle and sat back on the shower floor. “What are you doing?” She asked a little puzzled. “You already got me all clean.” She looked down at his smiling face and knew exactly what he was about to do. She bit her lip and breathed deeply.
“Hold onto the shelf,” he said again. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him so that she was standing with one leg on either side of his as he sat in the floor. He picked her up slightly by her ass and buried his face deep in her waiting slit. She squealed with delight at the contact. The licking and sucking on her sensitive and now throbbing clit caused her to throw her head back. She was panting and clawing at the shelf with one hand and holding tightly to his hair with the other.
“OH…dear…God!” She shrieked as the onslaught continued. The intense suction of his mouth on her clit was making her legs weak. Suddenly one then two fingers were working their way in and out of her sopping pussy. The rhythmic gyrations of his fingers sliding in and out, pressing on her g-spot while he sucked her clit sharply in his mouth, was building into the most insane orgasm. “Fuck me,” she begged. Her words seemed to awaken him like an animal who had been lying in wait.
He stood and positioned himself behind her. He held her hips firmly, lifting her slightly and entering her from behind. Her tightness was incredible around his cock. The sudden intrusion hadn’t given her time to adjust. Kira let out a sudden gasp and then a moan as he entered her. Her noises fueled his aggression. His need to have her, possess her, his primal need to bond with this beautiful creature overpowered all else. He thrust into her again and again. He was not making love this time. No, this was Fucking. Intense, carnal fucking. Kira’s moans and squeals of ecstasy told him she was enjoying this as much as he was. He saw her knuckles whiten as her fingers tightened around the shelf. He lifted her further off the ground so the curve of his penis could strike her g-spot perfectly with each thrust. Her squeals became screams at a fevered pitch as she reached the peak of…
CRACK! There was a loud noise and then crash. They flew forward into the wall as the shelf Kira had been bracing on with all of their weight disintegrated. Kira’s head hit the shower wall. Her blow was softened somewhat by his arms around her. Shock was replaced immediately by concern as Stark assessed the situation. “Oh Shit, Kira are you OK?” he asked, panic hitting him like a brick. Oh god if she is hurt! Fuck! “Kira are you OK? Can you talk? Sweet Jesus, say something.”
Kira looked up, a little dazed, and smiled. “I think I’m going to live. But for the record you don’t have to knock me out to get my attention. I’m starting to see you as a caveman with a club,” she laughed with a sly smile on her face.
“God, I am so sorry! Let’s get out of here. Wait, let me look at your head.” Starks eyes got as big as saucers when he looked at the growing lump on her forehead. “Shit, Kira! That looks like it hurts!”
Kira stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. “Oh, hell!” she said looking at the purple goo
se egg on her forehead. She giggled and then said. “OK, at least I have a med kit. Seriously, if I end up in the ER what story are you going to come up with?”
Starks face wrinkled in panic. “Oh fuck, do you think you need the ER?”
“Oh, holy hell. For a ranger you sure are panicky when it comes to girls,” Kira laughed. She couldn’t believe this strong, brave man was reduced to rubble when looking at a bruise. “Surely in all of your training you’ve seen a bruise before.”
“I’ve seen a lot of things before. But it’s different where you’re concerned.” Stark stepped closer, still examining the wound. “With anyone else I would tell them to laugh that shit off. I would die if I hurt you.”
“You’re just silly. I’m an officer like any other. I’m sure you’ve taken care of injured officers and services men with worse,” she mocked as she stroked his hair.
Stark spoke before thinking, “Yeah but I wasn’t in love with them.” His words filled the air like a thick fog. They both forgot about the bruise as their eyes met in an intense gaze through the mirror into their lives.
They stood there like that for that for a few moments, both afraid to speak. The admission was heavy, like a sand bag hanging desperately onto a balloon, keeping it from floating away. Neither one of them was able to speak or react to what had happened. After what seemed like an eternity, Kira looked away. He couldn’t mean it.
“Orgasm will do crazy things to a man,” she said, nervously laughing. She knew this was just an excited omission and quickly changed the subject. It didn’t change anything between them. She knew that there was no way after their short time together that he could mean what he had said.
Following her cue, Stark pulled away and began to get dressed. He could feel her resistance and iciness. He pulled on his boxers, joking as he said, “sorry, I guess you are the first officer I nearly killed while fucking.” He smiled and added, “You are right, I’ve seen much worse, just usually under different circumstances.” Stark hustled to dress and then turned before leaving the room. “Let me order us something to eat. We can get room service. What are you hungry for?”
“Everything!” Kira called from the bathroom. Nothing! Her stomach was in knots and she felt as if she was going over the tip of a roller coaster. The free fall had taken her breath away. Kira took her time getting dried off. She wrapped up in a thick white towel and looked at the mess of a girl in the mirror. Dark strands of wet curly hair stuck to her face and shoulders. She could hear Stark on the phone ordering God knows what. The purple goose egg on her forehead stuck out vividly, reminding her of their tryst in the shower. He couldn’t have meant what he said, could he? Still, the warmth of his words played over and over in her head.
Kira made her way out of the bathroom to see Stark lying back on the bed. He was still wearing only his boxer shorts. His perfect, relaxed muscles sprawled out over the crisp, white sheets. Kira marveled over the stunning sight. Despite the earlier tension, Stark looked calm, as if he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary. His expression changed when he saw the scarlet bruise on her forehead. Kira smiled shyly and instinctively covered the swollen reminder. Stark reached out his hand for her to come closer. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, taking her hand as she crossed closer to him. He pulled her gently on the bed with him and wrapped her in his arms. “I never want to hurt you. I got carried away.” He stroked her hair as he spoke.
“It was pretty hot,” she said smiling up at him. “That is, until we broke the shower. I’m pretty sure they are going to charge extra for that.” She laughed and nuzzled into his arm.. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. The crispness of his body wash mixed sensually with his musk. She pressed her face closer to his skin. Stark’s fingers traced gently up and down her arm. If she wasn’t starving, she could have drifted off to sleep. Just then the buzzer rang and a voice called out, “Room service.”
Stark got up, boxers and all, and walked to the door. Kira followed, eager to see what he had ordered. The door swung open and in strolled three bellman with carts and trays. “Holy hell, what did you order?” Kira gasped and stepped back. The short, sandy haired bellman got a look at Kira wrapped in her white towel and his face lit up. It then turned to shock as he saw the bruise on her head.
Seeing his expression Kira quickly interjected, “I had an accident earlier. I slipped in the shower and bumped my head.” She grinned her sideways quirky grin indicating there was definitely more to the story.
Beaming, he looked Kira up and down before catching Starks deadly stare. “Uh-um, we have a little of everything just like you ordered,” the man stammered nervously as Stark stepped between them defensively. Following suit, the other two looked everywhere except at Kira. They quickly removed the silver lids exposing every manner of delicacy. “We have smoked steak, medium rare, with baked potato and German coleslaw. In this tray we have Ceviche, thinly sliced fresh seafood marinated in fresh lime juice, red onions and spices, topped with fried calamari. Here we have diced Spanish chorizo, sautéed onions, and red bell peppers, flambéed with Spanish Oloroso sherry and served with freshly toasted baguette.
The tall, thin waiter opened his tray and displayed hand cut potato chips in various flavors, onion rings, and, finally, braised maple leaf duck ragù in homemade ravioli, served with a creamy Cabernet Sauvignon reduction and a mélange of wild mushrooms topped with aged parmesan.
The final waiter had a bucket of chilled wine, glasses, and a dessert tray with delicate chocolate mouse and a crème topping. He smiled up sheepishly at Kira as he poured the wine. Kira smiled back and thanked him. Stark hovered close by. Kira could see his aggravation at having three strange men in the room with Kira in only a towel. He quickly tipped them and escorted them back out of the room. He turned shutting the door a little too forcefully. Kira stifled a giggle as she looked up at him. She loved the flustered look on his face. His eyes were still flashing with anger, his hard jaw set firm. She couldn’t help but laugh, she looked him straight in the eyes and dropped her towel. His eyes widened in surprise then a wild look spread over his face.
Stark pulled her close. He looked directly into her eyes and said, “you are dangerous.”
“Me?” Kira asked puzzled. “How is that?” How could this rugged, war machine and sex god think she was dangerous? She looked in his smoldering eyes and thought she saw a hint of vulnerability.
“You are dangerous because you are everything a man could dream of or want,” he explained. “You are the one thing I can’t live without. You could make a man walk away from everything and you don’t even know it.” His voice was raspy almost strained as he spoke.
“What are you talking about? I don’t want you to walk away from anything,” Kira said and laughed nervously. “Let’s just enjoy tonight and the time we have.” She couldn’t believe her own words. Kira knew they were playing with fire. They couldn’t go on like this forever. Aside from the fact that they were putting both of their careers in jeopardy, he would eventually be shipped out again and she would be given a permanent assignment God knows where. She thought of his face on the river today and the contrast of the carefree boy and the worried intense man.
“Ok, you’re right let’s eat, then I’m going to have you for dessert.” His voice was dark and wanton. The look in his eyes displayed his mischievous plan as his glance darted from the chocolate mousse to Kira’s naked body. Kira smiled and didn’t bother to put on any clothes as she went from tray to tray sampling all the delicacies he had ordered for her. She ate slowly, savoring each morsel and enjoying the way Stark watched her eat. The filet was cooked or, in this case, not cooked to perfection. Kira loved it, juicy, pink and just barely dead.
“Is your steak OK?” He asked, knowing it was. She could tell he had gone to great lengths to make everything perfect. “The way they flame and smoke it here is unlike any other steak I’ve ever had.”
“Oh…it’s .. perfect.” Kira managed between mouthfuls of the tender meat. It seemed to fall apa
rt in her mouth, almost melting. “Owen, I have to say this is glorious. Thank you.”
“I thought you might enjoy it. When you’re done, I am going to cover you in chocolate and lick it off. I want savor every perfect inch of your skin.”
Kira giggled, “I that case, I’m stuffed and couldn’t eat another bite.” She set down her plate and slowly lifted the lid on the chocolate mousse. Kira dipped her finger in the mousse and rubbed it on her lips. She put her finger in her mouth and gingerly sucked it off.
Stark dropped his plate in a clatter on the floor and bounced across the bed to her. He licked her finger suckling it gently then his lips found hers soft and sensual. He kissed her softly, at first exploring and delicately savoring the mix of chocolate and her exquisite skin. Then his kiss deepened. His tongue found hers greedily. He pressed forward onto her and she lay back in the softest pillows known to man. She almost sunk in and he reached behind her catching the back of her head and neck. He pulled her into to him. His breath came hot and heavy. His need was unmistakable. Kira looked up into his smoldering eyes.
“I can’t explain what you do to me,” he breathed, his air hot and sweet and less than an inch from her skin. Kira felt her skin tingle as each word blew across her, creating chill bumps in his wake. He reached over and got more mousse, looking up with that wicked smile she knew all too well. With a large glob of the frothy dessert on his finger he made slow circles over each nipple. She laid back and closed her eyes, letting him take her to the place only he could. The sticky finger trailed a path down her abdomen and was replaced by hot, wet, very soft lips. Kira let herself be carried away by the swirling hypnotic dance as he suckled and caressed her electrified nipple. Kira could feel the sensations and ached deep in her pussy. When his sticky fingers found her slit she was already soaking wet. Stark growled approvingly. Without stopping his attention to her breast, he scooped more mousse and massaged it into each delicate fold. She heard him chuckle almost with excitement as he began to move down, kissing and sucking along the trail of mousse. He paused at her navel. The attention made her giggle.
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