The Checkpoint, Berlin Detective Series Box Set

by Michele E. Gwynn

  Anthony pulled back and quickly pulled his T-shirt up over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Sarah gazed at the perfection that was his chest and arms. Tanned and muscular, all she could think of was being held by those arms. Dropping her gaze lower, she licked her lips in anticipation of exploring his rippling abs. A light dusting of hair sprinkled along his belly button, running down below the waist of his cargo shorts. As she continued to stare, he kicked off his hiking boots, then reached down to remove each sock. She locked eyes with him while he stood and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. They dropped, leaving him standing in only a pair of dark blue boxer-brief-styled running shorts. He had a huge erection that strained to be freed from its cotton confinement.

  It seemed like time slowed down as he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and tugged them down. Sarah’s eyes widened at what his striptease revealed. She gulped, both anxious and fascinated. It was big and bobbing freely pointing in her direction as if to say, “I want you!” Granted, it was the first one she’d ever seen up close and personal, but it was truly a sight to see. She reached out to take it in her hand. Anthony shuddered and his head fell back. Feeling powerful, she caressed it lightly, loving the velvety feel of his turgid skin on her palms. It was hot, rigid, and oddly bumpy around the head, but smooth as marble along the shaft. She leaned in, intending only to kiss it lightly, but once her lips rested on the crown, Anthony groaned, and the sound aroused a need inside her to pleasure him as she’d often read about in her erotic books. Her tongue flicked out, catching the tiny drop of moisture oozing from the tip. It was a little salty, but the scent of sex affected her so that she licked again, running her tongue along the underside, down to the base and back up again. Without hesitation, she opened her lips and took him inside her mouth, sliding back until her lips nearly touched his torso. She felt him shudder, felt his hands slide into her hair and cradle her head.

  “Yes!” he said. “God, yes!” Anthony pumped his hips, thrusting. Sarah repeated the sucking-sliding motion of her mouth and tongue, circling the tip with small flicks. She had no idea what she was doing, only imagining how she would want him to pleasure her with his mouth and performing those moves on him. Her hand reached beneath and cupped his testicles. They were large and tight, barely covered in hair. She massaged them gently, sucking on his shaft, taking him in deeply.

  “Jesus, Sarah!” Anthony’s thoughts fogged over. He was at the mercy of her hot, wet, and eager mouth. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t hold out long. Regretfully, he pulled her head back.

  “Stop. I won’t last if you keep doing that, baby.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” Sarah didn’t know if she’d somehow messed up or what. Confused, she stared at him.

  “No.” Smiling, Anthony pulled her to her feet. “No, sweetheart. You did everything so right, but now, it’s your turn.” Kissing her deeply and tasting himself upon her lips, he lifted the edge of her top, pulling it up and over her head. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them down and helping her kick them off. She stood before him in red panties and bra edged in lace to match. He slid his hands up her sides, around her back, and expertly unhooked that bra. It fell off her shoulders and she unconsciously reached up to hold the cups in place. Anthony gently took her hands away, observing the small bit of satin and lace slip off her perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples peaked, tiny rose-colored nipples that begged to be sucked. His hands cupped them, feeling their weight. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around her back and lifting her off her feet. Climbing onto the bed, he laid her down in the center.

  Sarah felt overwhelmed. She watched as this Greek God of a man treated her with a gentleness she didn’t expect. She was glad. It suddenly hit her that he would soon be inside of her, and all her fantasies had not prepared her for the reality. She was a little afraid and a lot turned on. Her mind might be anxious, but her body was restless, unconsciously lifting her hips to meet his. She reached to draw him to her, but he grasped her wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning them down.

  “Patience, baby. We’ll get to that, but right now it’s my turn to taste you.”

  The implication of his words caused a wave of heat to wash over her. She was so wet, so ready that she didn’t know if she would be able to wait. He held her wrists with one hand while he kissed her deeply. He robbed her of breath with each sweep of his tongue. His free hand ran up her ribs to capture her breast. Strong fingers squeezed and caressed. He rolled her hard nipple between his fingertips, thumb rubbing across the peak keeping time with every thrust of his tongue. Sarah arched her back and moaned into Anthony’s mouth. He replied by leaving her lips to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck, over her chest, and finally replacing his fingers on her breast with his mouth. He sucked hard, nipped the puckered skin with his teeth, then laved the pert nub with lips and tongue. Sarah was so achy and swollen that she longed for him to satisfy that untouched part of her. Again, she ground her hips up, rubbing her satin-covered mound against his hardness. Anthony swiveled, his hips showing restraint as he only barely allowed himself to caress between Sarah’s legs. He tried not to smile, knowing her frustration, but wanting to drive her crazy with desire. His lips moved to attend to her other sweet nub where he showed equal attention, making her writhe. He felt her body tremble beneath his and fought the urge to rip off her panties and plunge balls-deep inside what he was sure would be the tightest, sweetest, snuggest fit he ever experienced.

  “Please, Anthony,” Sarah begged.

  “Please what, baby?” Anthony’s hands slid down over her arms, releasing her wrists. His mouth traveled lower, kissing and licking her stomach. He held her hips as his nose tickled along the top of her red lace panties. The aroma of sex rising off of her in sensual tendrils clouded his senses. He grabbed at the scrap of lace with his teeth, pulling the panties down. His hands helped, slipping them over Sarah’s thighs, past her knees as his lips rained kisses over the smooth skin. He yanked them over her feet and dropped them unceremoniously to the floor. Circling her ankles with his strong hands, Anthony spread her legs wide. His eyes beheld the feast of naked beauty before him. She was bare of any hair. Drops of moisture beaded along her nether lips, glistening like dew on a spring morning. Leaning down, Anthony ran his fingertips up and down her thighs, beginning at the outside and moving to her inner thighs.

  He watched Sarah’s eyes darken in their intensity and flutter closed. Her lips parted and she breathed in short pants. The sight of her open, aroused, and ready for him, caused him to tighten painfully, but he held on to the last of his control and reached his hands beneath her lovely derriere, lifting her to his mouth. He plunged his tongue deep into her wetness and felt her shudder as he had longed to make her shudder earlier. She tasted like sex, woman, and strawberries. Incredible! Anthony lapped at her, feeling her thighs tighten around his ears. He flicked her hard nub, and then placed one hand over her stomach, feeling her abdominal muscles spasm and tighten each time his tongue tweaked that sensitive spot.

  “Ohhh! Anthony, please, please, please!” In answer, he sucked hard, licking harder, and inserted two fingers inside her tight opening. Caressing her inner walls, he rolled his tongue in a way he knew pleased the ladies.

  Sarah felt tension coil. Her whole body was like a taught rope stretched to its limits. She was about to snap. She reached down and grasped his soft hair in her fingers, tugging while thrusting her hips against his magical mouth. Waves built, rising higher until she exploded. Anthony felt her tummy tighten and rhythmically licked her, swallowing her sweetness while alternately sucking her orgasm into himself, tasting all that was good about this lovely woman.

  Panting heavily, Sarah lay still. Her body still felt needy. Anthony leaned over the side of the bed, fumbling in the back pocket of his shorts to pull a condom out of his wallet. He came back up, sitting on his knees between her lax thighs. He ripped the package open with his teeth, placed the condom over his erection and rolled it down. She watched him
the entire time, lips parted, legs spread.

  Anthony leaned on one hand over her and used the other to guide himself to her opening. He began sliding inside, discovering she was tighter than he imagined.

  He placed both elbows on either side of her head and bent down to kiss her. “Relax, baby.”

  “Anthony...” Sarah started to warn him about her virginity but was cut off by his lips claiming hers. She felt stretched with every inch of ground he gained, and she tried to do as he bid and relax. It would all be over within a moment.

  “Sweet Jesus, you feel so good,” he whispered against her lips. He suddenly thrust deep, breaking through a barrier he was not aware was there until he felt it rip. “What the hell?” Anthony pushed up onto his hands and looked down at Sarah’s face. His wide eyes mirrored hers. “You’re a virgin?”

  Sarah bit her lower lip, one small tear escaping her eye as the last of the discomfort ebbed away. “Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

  The sight of that tear, and her obvious discomfort moved Anthony. He’d never been anyone’s first before. He made a point of avoiding virgins, preferring women with experience. He didn’t like the complications that a virgin brought to the equation. They usually got clingy fast, expecting far more than he was willing to give. But amid her confusion and discomfort was a strange hint of bravery. This rare woman, who’d just lost her mother, and had traveled halfway around the world, had chosen him, bastard that he was, to be her first. He damn well would make it as good for her as he could, despite the fact that he’d just bore down into her like a clumsy fuck.

  “Shhh. It’s okay.” Anthony gently kissed her lips once, twice, and again. He caressed her face, while dropping kisses over her cheeks, her eyes, tasting that one tear before returning to her lips.

  Sarah felt warmth spread over her at his gentleness. He was embedded deep within her but remained unmoving. His fingers began to massage her scalp as his kisses deepened. It felt good. His tongue teased hers and she lifted her hips a little. Anthony felt her begin to respond again. He pulled back a few inches, praying for control to make this good for her. As he pulled away, Sarah felt a loss and pushed her hips forward. He pulled back again and began slowly thrusting in and out, swiveling a little. Heat filtered through her thighs, relaxing her body and filling her with a new, aching need. She matched his thrusts, getting bolder. Her arms snaked around his broad shoulders and her lips sought out his jaw, neck, and chest. She liked the taste of his skin. She loved the catch in his breathing when she did something that felt good for him.

  The pain she first felt when he burst through her virgin skin was now replaced by an amazing feeling of being filled to the brim. It was a hundred times better than anything she’d ever read about. Each time he pulled back and thrust deep, she drifted higher. Each time his hot shaft stroked her tight, slick walls, she lost her mind a little more. This feels so good. Oh, God! Sarah wrapped her legs around his lower back. Anthony slid one hand beneath her bottom and thrust even deeper.

  Fuck me, he thought. I’m not going to last much longer. Sarah sank her fingernails into his back, arching and rubbing her breasts against his chest. Anthony’s mouth angled down and caught a nipple, sucking hard. The pleasure-pain combined with his thrusting inside her brought that familiar tension back. Her walls tightened, straining, rubbing, and grinding against him. He continued sucking her nipple with his mouth, pumping harder and harder.

  “Anthony! Oh my God!” Sarah climaxed, her whole body shuddering from deep within.

  Anthony felt her tighten around him and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one last, deep thrust, he went over the edge, rearing his head back, and arching his body. The pleasure was intense, wracking him several times before he collapsed on top of her.

  They lay entwined, panting.

  Sarah smiled like a Cheshire cat. She was happy. She had finally had sex, good sex! Well, she didn’t have anything for which to compare it. This was what she’d always wanted—a nice, sexy, incredible man to gently initiate her body into the ways of love. He was still buried inside her, albeit much smaller now. Still, she cherished the connection and hoped he wouldn’t be in any hurry to move just yet.

  Anthony lay thinking. A virgin. Son of a bitch. Now what? What does she want? Do I even care right now? Fuck me. That was great! She’s so sweet, so damn sexy. Lethargy wrapped around his body and dragged him toward sleep. He fought it, knowing he couldn’t just pass out on top of her. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her.

  “Hey, you okay?” He said, dropping a kiss on her lips.

  Sarah smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “You sure? Can I get you anything?” He started to pull away, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him, anchoring him down.

  “Wait,” she whispered.

  “What? What’s wrong?” Anthony felt a twinge of anxiety.

  “I’m not ready yet,” she sighed.

  “Ready for what?” A perplexed look settled on his face.

  “I’m not ready for you to pull out of me just yet. I like this feeling of you inside me.” She whispered the last, turning her face away in embarrassment.

  Anthony smiled that slow smile that melted her insides. The twinkle in his eyes was only matched by the relief he felt that it wasn’t something he’d done wrong making her demand that he not move but something he’d done right. He liked being inside her too. That part of his anatomy twitched with approval, not completely dead.

  He stayed still and watched her face. She shyly peeked back at him and saw him smiling down at her. It was hard not to be stunned by that smile. Sarah lifted her head and softly kissed his lips. Several soft kisses later, he pulled out.

  “Sorry, baby. I have to go take this thing off. It gets uncomfortable after a while.” He kissed her again to show his regret for pulling out and got off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

  Sarah stretched her muscles. She waited for him to come out so she could then clean up. When he walked out, she soaked in the sight of his nakedness. He was such a beautiful man. She got up and grabbed the towel left on the chair that she’d used to dry off with earlier after her shower and wrapped it around herself as she walked to the bathroom.

  Anthony playfully swatted at her ass as she walked by. Sarah giggled, trying to side-step him. In the bathroom, she dropped the towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed, her lips looked bee-stung, and her body was chafed red here and there from lips, teeth, tongue, and stubble. She peed quickly, then wiped. There was a little blood on the paper, and she felt raw. She decided to run a quick shower and wash off. The hot water eased the stiffness in muscles she never knew she had. She lathered and rinsed, then dried off. Looking around for her robe, she realized she’d left it in her suitcase. Oh, well. He’s already seen me completely naked, so what’s the difference?

  She turned off the bathroom light and opened the door. Walking back to bed, she noticed that Anthony had turned off the light in the bedroom. Daylight was waning as she climbed in beside him. He pulled the comforter up over her and tucked it around her body. She laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling close. It felt good to be curled up next to his warmth. He kissed her forehead.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  “Um hmmn,” she replied, sleepy.

  “Good. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, tickling her cheek where it lay.

  “I am? Why?” Sarah yawned.

  “Because we’re not done, yet, Miss Brown. Not by a long shot.”

  Sarah raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You mean that’s not all there is to it?” Knowing full well it wasn’t but feeling giddy.

  “No, ma’am. There’s so much more.” Anthony’s lips found hers and he kissed her until she was breathless. “Now go to sleep.” He tucked her head back into the crook of his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist.

  Sarah lay there in the darkening room, smiling until she drifted off
into an exhausted, travel-weary, and ‘newly-initiated into the world of sex’ sleep.

  Chapter Three

  “HEY, I’M GOING TO TAKE a quick shower. Wanna join me?” Morning dawned and Anthony rose before the sun in a cheerful mood.

  Sarah stared at his devilish grin through gritty eyes and smiled back. “I’ll join you in a minute. Go ahead and start without me.”

  Anthony went into the shower. Sarah lay there, trying to figure out how she would relieve her bladder while he was in there. She’d never peed in front of anyone before. It was just awkward despite their intimacy the night before. It was all wonderful, but some things remained sacred. Urgency trumped propriety and she leaped out of bed, feeling stiff in all sorts of places. She ran into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Immediately her bladder let loose. He seemed not to notice or was, at least, politely ignoring her. Maybe he couldn’t really hear over the sound of the water. Either way, she wiped quickly and flushed.

  “You coming in or what, baby?”

  Laughing, she stepped inside and got under the spray. Anthony helped her lather her hair, then worked his way down her body, massaging her back, arms, and legs, but going gently when he reached around to wash the most intimate part of her. Sarah suddenly felt a little shy. It was one thing to have sex, but quite another to let a man wash her like this. His fingers were gentle and expedient. He brought his hands back up and massaged her scalp as she stood in front of him.

  “That feels so good.” She sighed. He turned her under the spray again and began to rinse her off. Grabbing the conditioner on the shelf, he squeezed some into the palm of his hand and worked it through her tresses.

  “I love your hair. It’s so gorgeous.” Anthony ran his hands down Sarah’s back. He stood there watching his own fingers caress and rub her fantastic ass. She giggled, and the feminine sound made him smile.