Guarding His Body

by A. C. Arthur

  Then things had changed. People had interfered and now it was time to get her back. He had a plan that would secure their future. They didn’t need the military and their dictating ways. They didn’t need the approval of commanding officers or the people around them. Where they were going and with the money he was about to make for them, they’d have it all and the world around them could go straight to hell.

  Bree tossed and turned in the bed. The sheets twisted about her legs until she felt caught and defeated. Her skin felt slick and warm to the touch. Her breasts felt full, her nipples hard and tender. She blew out a deep breath and tried to calm her erratic breathing. She couldn’t have been dreaming about him because in the hour she’d lain there she knew she had yet to fall asleep. He was so close, she could smell him, could feel his dominating presence sharing that small room with her, and she shivered.

  One hand moved to an aching breast while the other splayed over her stomach on its way down to the spot she needed touched so badly and she licked her lips hoping she hadn’t bit herself to the point of bleeding.

  “Sabrina?”

  His deep whisper startled her and her eyes flew open, her hands halting where they were. He stood at the foot of the bed looking down on her. The sliver of moonlight that crept through the curtain landed in a dramatic slash over his face. She should answer him. She should ask him what he was doing awake, what he was doing standing at the end of that bed as if he’d heard her mental cry. Instead she lifted her arms to him, beckoning him to join her. That was all she could do, all she wanted to do.

  Renny had lain on that floor wanting so badly to touch her, to hold her. He’d sworn not to do anything she didn’t want, not to push her if she wasn’t ready, yet his rigid erection had rested on his thigh, insisting that he make an effort on its behalf. He’d finally acquiesced to simply asking if he could sleep beside her; that would have to be enough for now. If he could only touch her he’d be all right. This distance wasn’t working. He was never going to get any sleep.

  When he’d heard her tossing and turning he’d been elated. She was having just as hard a time as he. Again his thickening manhood expressed a need to find warmth. Mentally he’d tried to calm his counterpart down, citing the oath he’d made not to push. But that only made him throb harder. Then she whimpered. He’d heard it, remembered the sound from last night when his mouth had first touched her nether lips, and all conscious thought fled from his mind. He’d pushed the covers away and stood to climb into that bed with her. She lay on her back, her eyes closed tightly, her legs spread apart, and it took every ounce of control in him not to climb on top of her and strap in. He’d hesitated and then her hand had touched her breast and he’d wanted to whimper himself.

  Tiny beads of sweat had already begun to dot his forehead. No way in hell was he about to stand here and watch her masturbate. That would be like dying a very slow, very torturous death. And again his erection wasn’t trying to hear it. So he’d called to her, his obvious question voiced in her name alone. She hadn’t answered even as he’d held his breath in anticipation. Instead she’d reached for him. The horny man inside wanted to leap on that bed and rip her clothes off, but the mature, focused part of him took slow measured steps until he was at the side of the bed where she lay, taking both her hands and bringing them to his lips to lightly graze her knuckles.

  “You couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Bree finally managed when he’d sat on the bed beside her. Sexual tension crackled throughout the room but she tried to keep things light. It was just sex…right?

  Renny smiled, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “That’s an understatement.” Because he couldn’t resist, because his brain screamed that he wasn’t touching her nearly enough, Renny leaned over and lightly brushed her lips with his. She responded, as he knew she would, by pressing her lips against his. It was a chaste kiss, as kisses went in this century, yet that simple connection spoke volumes.

  He pressed his mouth to hers again, this time opening his lips slightly so the soft underside now connected with hers. She followed his lead and the intimacy was extended. With the next meeting of mouths his tongue extended, requesting hers follow suit. Sabrina didn’t let him down; their tongues touched tentatively at first, then in one fluid movement rubbed together as if reunited after a long hiatus.

  Bree drew in a tight breath, eased her hands from his to wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer while opening her mouth to his assault.

  Renny recognized her acquiescence and moaned as his palms found her breasts and kneaded them through the sheet and her nightshirt. He needed that contact, feeling as if he’d been sexually starved for years. Beneath his hands he felt her heart rate increase and he took the kiss deeper and deeper.

  Kissing had never been so erotic. As his tongue slid across her teeth, down and over the insides of her lips, into the deepest crevices of her mouth she moaned, unable to control the fire steadily building inside. Renny mastered her mouth. From the moment their lips first touched and with every stroke thereafter, he dominated her and to Bree’s astonishment she not only allowed the domination but reveled in it.

  Abruptly, he pulled back and broke the kiss, despite his burgeoning desire. He lifted his head only inches and waited while her eyes fluttered, then tried to focus on him. “If you don’t tell me you want me, Sabrina, I’ll have to stop.”

  Warning bells bbrrnnged in her head, red panic lights lit up behind her eyelids and she rose on her elbows to peer closely at him. “Don’t stop!” she said breathlessly. “I mean—um, I mean, you don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”

  His knuckles stroked lightly over her cheek as the desire in her eyes and the airy way she spoke answered his question. Still, he wanted to hear her say it, needed to watch her lips move as the words escaped her mouth. “Say it, Sabrina. Say you want me.”

  Bree narrowed her eyes. So he wanted to tease her, huh? Well, two could play that game. She leaned in closer, traced her tongue over the outline of his lips and heard him catch his breath. “You sure you want me to say it, when I could simply show you?” Her palms went to his chest, roaming over the rigid planes of muscle that she’d been attracted to from day one.

  Renny closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but her tongue thrust inside before the words could come. She kissed him hungrily, the kind of soul-searing kiss that was designed to bring a man to his knees.

  Even as she made love to his mouth her hands moved down his chest to his abdomen, where she found the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Before he could mourn the loss of her lips on his she’d lowered her head to drop kisses on his taut nipples. Renny groaned, his hands burying themselves in her hair. He wanted her desperately. “Say it, Sabrina! Now!”

  Bree lifted her head enough to look him in the eye, then her hand slid lower, below the band of his shorts, her fingers moving until she found his heated arousal. “I’ve always been more of a show than tell girl.”

  The moment her hands closed around his shaft Renny lost sight of all things normal. He ripped the sheet from around her, grabbed her shoulders and shifted until he was lying on the bed and her body was splayed across his.

  Bree smiled down at him, her hands still coaxing his now massive arousal. She couldn’t believe it, her mouth was actually watering with each stroke she made. Her thighs were already damp with her own arousal as she found herself anticipating his entrance.

  Renny’s hands cupped her face roughly and pulled her down so that he could ravage her mouth once again. When she whimpered he slowed the tempo, made the kiss intimate instead of demanding. His hands slid down her back, lifting her nightshirt and moving to the rounded globes of her butt. She wore bikini underwear. Not the thong that the outwardly sexy women he usually ran with wore and not the briefs the pristine, wannabe virgins wore, either. Just a simple bikini that had him growing even harder as his hands slipped inside them. He traced the crease of her buttocks and felt her shift beneath his touch. So she liked th
at. He’d have to keep that in mind. Continuing south, he spread the soft pliant globes until his finger found her wetness and sank inside. “Sabrina.” Her name was ground from his lips.

  Bree was quickly losing her train of thought. He seemed determined to control her, to bend her to his will, and right about now—as two fingers entered her steamy center—she was all for it.

  Her head dropped to his shoulders as he stroked her. He had her legs spread wide, straddled over his, while his fingers worked inside. In the next instant she was undulating her hips to the rhythm he’d created, her juices dripping onto his hand.

  “Oohh,” she moaned.

  “Say it, Sabrina,” Renny whispered in her ear. He wanted nothing more than to enter her at this exact moment. She was ready—his fingers went deeper, finding her spot, then working it until his entire hand was wet—damn, was she ready! And he was so hard he thought for sure he was going to lose it and come right in her hand at any moment. “Tell me what you want so I can make it happen.”

  Her entire body was shaking, her mind filling with those puffy clouds that beckoned her to take the plunge. She’d seen those clouds only once before and it had been under this man’s expert tutelage. There was no reason why she shouldn’t take that glorious trip with him again. “Yes,” she panted, moving her hips in quick succession. “Yes. Please, Lorenzo. Please.”

  Oh God, she’d called him by his name again. He had no idea why that was so damned sexy to him, but just the sound of it coming from her had him thrusting three fingers inside her in a hurry to bring her to her first climax, to have her limp in his arms, defenseless and content.

  It only took a moment, then Bree was soaring coasting right through those clouds, mumbling in his ear as she went. “I want you, Lorenzo. I want you so badly. Please, don’t make me beg.”

  If he ever heard another love song it would not have been as sweet as the lyrics she’d just spoken. When at last her shivering had subsided he eased his fingers out of her and rolled her until she lay flat on the bed. “You don’t ever have to beg me for anything, Sabrina. I’ll give you whatever you want.” His lips moved over hers as he pressed her into the bed, his tongue filling her mouth.

  Breaking away from her was torture, but he knew it would be over soon. He stood, removed his shorts and watched as Sabrina’s eyes followed the length of him. “Like what you see, Sabrina?” His arrogance had returned as he noticed sheer appreciation on her face.

  Bree licked her lips. “I’d like it a whole lot more if it were over here with me.”

  She tossed him a sexy-as-hell smile and Renny scrambled over to the chair where he’d thrown his pants and retrieved two condoms from his wallet. That’s all he had with him, so tonight would only whet his appetite for her. First thing tomorrow morning he was going to the drugstore to stock up—something told him that one night with Sabrina Desdune was hardly going to be enough.

  Bree hurriedly pulled her nightshirt over her head and slipped her panties off. When she looked up again Renny with that godlike body was coming right at her. On his knees making his way across the mattress he looked like a dark panther coming in for the kill. Her heart skittered to a halt as his eyes darkened even more, then picked up pace as he reached out one arm, wrapped it around her waist and pulled her to him.

  “Don’t even think about running,” he growled.

  One hand wrapped around his extended erection while the other retrieved the condom from him as she brought it to her mouth to rip the package open. “Not until I’ve gotten what I want.”

  In no time he was sheathed and she was lying back on the pillows, legs spread wide inviting him to come inside.

  His eyes found hers. They were hot and consuming as he watched her and she watched him. The need was mutual, the want undeniable. This tightening in his chest and the slow murmurings of something foreign in his gut were his own trial and he’d deal with that later. His palms fell to her thighs as he stroked them possessively. His thumbs traced the outer folds of her center and she gasped. He wanted to taste her, wanted to take her next climax in his mouth as he’d done the night before, but his burgeoning erection had another idea.

  Without another moment’s hesitation the broad head of his erection tapped her entrance and eased in a fraction.

  Bree moaned. Those damned clouds were darkening now, that tornado forming in the pit of her stomach again. She bit her lip to keep from begging him to enter her completely. He leaned over her and she spread her hands over his back, holding him to her, urging him with her hips.

  Eyes closed, Renny savored every inch of her scalding sheath, noting and reveling in the tightness. He wasn’t a small man, he knew, so he moved extremely slow as he made his way deeper and deeper still.

  Sabrina didn’t make a sound, but her fingers tightened, then relaxed on his back, signaling that she was adjusting to his size. “More?”

  Bree moaned, settling her hips deeper into the mattress. “More,” she acquiesced.

  With one long stroke Renny was snuggly inside the burning center he’d been craving for some time now. Sabrina locked her legs around him and he orchestrated the dance that would make her forever his.

  One long stroke, three shorts ones. He kissed her neck. She murmured something indistinguishable.

  Two long strokes, two short ones. His tongue laved her ear. She squirmed beneath him.

  Almost complete retreat. She dug her nails into his back. He grinned, dropped a quick openmouthed kiss on her lips, then raised himself up on his knees. “You ready, baby?”

  Bree’s hands went to her aching breasts as she nodded. “I am so ready.”

  His hands slid down the length of her legs and he lifted and placed each ankle on his shoulder, then thrust himself completely inside her again. She lifted her hips up off the bed, preparing for his next assault. For the next ten minutes Renny stroked her slowly, milking every bit of juice from her sweet cherry. He looked down at her toying with her nipples and craved the touch of them on his tongue, but he had other business to tend to. She seemed to take him and his size well. Well enough; he thought to step it up a notch.

  He moved to a sitting position, pulling her on top of him. He gave her a minute to take him in from this new direction, and when she did he held on to her hips, moving them in conjunction with his rhythm.

  Bree had never been on a ride like this before. And as she’d only had one other lover in her life, she wasn’t sure she could master it without looking like a fool. But every time Renny looked at her, that glistening heat of desire in his eyes bolstered her courage until she grabbed hold of his shoulders and switched the rhythm to one of her own.

  Renny wasn’t shocked. He’d known from the first time he’d kissed her that she held her passion on a tight leash. He was just glad he was the one she’d decided to let it loose on. He grabbed her butt as each globe jiggled with her ministrations. Her breasts bounced in his line of vision and he opened his mouth to grab hold of a nipple just as it swiped past his lips.

  Bree’s head lolled back until he grabbed her hair, forcing her lips down on his in a brutal assault on her mouth as his thickness continued to thrust deeper inside her. The heat between them swirled into a churning inferno and with each stroke, each track her tongue made over his jaw, each silky line his hands made on her dampened skin they threatened to erupt.

  Renny’s mind was clouded, filled with the sounds she made, the feel of her tight walls closing around him, the energy she sapped from him with her salacious movements. He gave her all her hips ardently asked for, took all he wanted in return.

  Perhaps it was the one link they shared—going against their family to fulfill their own dreams. Or maybe it was their differences that culminated—she was headstrong and energetic where he was more grounded, stubborn and focused on his purpose. No matter what had brought them together he thanked those forces and planned to worship them for all time.

  With her insides swirling, her breath coming faster and faster and her center dripping unti
l she thought she had nothing left, Bree pushed on Renny’s shoulders, watched as he fell backward on the bed, then began to ride. She moved frantically, caught up in the intense sensations rippling through her, gritting her teeth to keep from screaming.

  Renny guided her hips, felt his own release struggling to the surface as she moved up and down on his shaft. He grunted in place of yelling out as he watched the beautiful play of passion on her face. They both realized where they were and held back the sounds that would signal their ultimate satisfaction. His was coming fast and he wanted Bree right there with him. Moving a hand from her hip, he found that puckered bud in her center and rested the pad of his thumb on its plumpness. She bucked wildly as he applied more pressure.

  Her arms shook as she braced her hands on his chest, still gyrating her hips fiercely. With each downstroke Renny felt her milking him, pulling his release from his center, egging him on even as his fingers played her like a finely tuned instrument. They were going to come together. Any minute now they’d both feel that splendid release.

  When it came Renny felt more than just the release of fluids; his mind connected with hers, his feelings seeping out to cocoon them in its warmth. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t describe the ethereal emotion strumming throughout his body. He only knew that it was intense and all-encompassing. She fell on his chest as tremors finally overtook her body. He cradled her, rocked her even as the last spurts escaped him.

  He kissed her neck, her ears, lost his fingers in the depths of her hair, murmuring something, whispering what he wasn’t quite sure.

  Bree felt his fingers against her scalp, moaned as her walls continued to constrict around him, her release dripping all over him. He was saying something, but she couldn’t comprehend what. Every ragged breath she took, every conscious thought that wandered through her cloud-filled mind was of him, of the feel of him inside her, the feel of his hands on her. That was all she had, all she needed.