Escape From Zulaire (20 page)

Holding her gaze with his, he cupped her and rubbed his hand against the fabric barrier. His eyes flicked to the door for a second. “Are we likely to be interrupted?”

“Not for several hours, until Mitch comes back to take over.”

“Good.” Slowly, he tugged the tights down, past her knees then rolled them off her toes with exquisite care. He dropped the garment on the floor and slid his hands firmly, slowly up her legs, massaging the sensitive nerve endings. Pushing her legs further apart, he stroked the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His fingers reached under the edge of her silk thong, to touch her soft curls and slide over her most intimate parts. When he brought his hand away, Tom licked his fingers, slowly, one at a time, as if savoring a rare treat, always watching her face.

I’m creaming for him. No other man ever had that effect on me, but he’s just so hot, so sexy.
Andi blushed.

His hands were on her shoulders, tugging her closer. Her lips met his. It was a soft kiss at first, but after a minute, he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, exploring her mouth, persuading her to kiss him back.
He tastes so good, tangy, like the juice.
She twined her tongue around his more aggressively and felt his cock jump against her. Tom groaned, deepening the kiss. She made little sounds of pleasure, trying to tell him how much she wanted this, how wonderful he made her feel. Andi settled onto the bed, locking herself against his body, curling one leg around his, trying to hold them tightly together. His musky scent rose, enticing, filling her nostrils and further arousing her senses.

He threw back the quilt with an impatient toss, scooting over to provide enough room for her
 
on the mattress and held her close, blanketing her body with his. His fully aroused cock, long and hard, pressed into her belly. Rocking his hips, Tom made sure she felt every inch of his penis, straining to find a way to penetrate the cloth barrier between them. She stroked the well-defined muscles of his abdomen, then slid her hand down that fascinating hairline, following it past the waistband of his pajamas. Finding what she sought, Andi gripped the impressive girth of his manhood, working her hands along the length, cupping his heavy sac, curling her fingers around the weight, gently massaging. She traced the ridge in the center of the sac with a coy fingertip, applying slight pressure. Murmuring his pleasure against her lips, Tom reached down to urge her to explore further. Andi pushed his fingers out of her way, encircling his cock with her hand so she could stroke from base to tip in a slow, firm, figure-eight motion. Sliding her hands to the base of his throbbing manhood, she tightened her fingers into a ring for a minute. He was hard steel under hot velvet, definitely ready for her.

Groaning, Tom nibbled at her lips, then kissed his way down her neck, alternating caresses with tiny bites, which left Andi squirming in waves of pleasure. She kept one hand wrapped around his cock, using the other to tease at his nipple, stroking for a moment before taking the sensitive nub gently in her teeth, laving it with her tongue. Throwing his head back, Tom arched his body against hers, grinding against her pelvis.

He cupped one breast through her tunic, thumb rubbing the nipple until it was hard and aching for more. The fabric intensified the sensations, and she twisted her body as waves of arousal spread through her.

When she rubbed her thumb across the plum-shaped tip of his cock, spreading the droplets of first arousal, his hips bucked. Raising her head, now it was her turn to bring her fingers to her mouth and lick the precum off them with dainty flicks of her tongue.
 

Tom pulled back for a minute, looking into her eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I want you, I’ve wanted to make love to you practically since we first met. I’ll never forget that dress you had on at the dance, especially after you got it wet. But—”

Andi feathered kisses along his jaw. “Having come so close to losing you this week, I swore that if you survived I was going to show you exactly how I feel. So, yeah, I’m sure.”

“Good,” he said with masculine satisfaction.

Wasting no more precious time in talk, he lifted her dress over her head, balling it up and throwing it in the general direction of the chair. The clasp on her lacy bra took him a moment to undo and then he took in every detail of her body with hungry appreciation, eyes lingering on her chest. “Perfect. Just the right size, and so soft.” Andi took a deep breath, putting her hands under her breasts, lifting them for his attention. He bent his head to the closest nipple, suckling the bud till it pebbled and then blowing across the damp surface to make her shiver with pleasure. Laughing in delight at her response, he paid homage to the other nipple in much the same way. Then he stared down her half-naked body and back up to her face. “You still have way too many clothes on.”

“Do something about it then,” she dared him, arching her hips.

 
With carefully calculated and controlled strength, he ripped off her filmy silk thong. He rolled her naked body under him, his heavy arousal resting in the cradle of her thighs. Heat spread through her as he moved in shallow strokes along her sensitive folds. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to suckle at her breast. His hand stroked her sides and stomach, then sliding back to tug and tease her nipples.

Andi arched under him, rubbing his shaft with her needy body. Kissing the small tattoo over his heart, she could feel his heartbeat. With her tongue she caressed the spot where his neck met his shoulders, then applied pressure with her teeth, not a full bite, but his cock surged against her as she bore down. She skimmed her palm over one flat nipple before teasing it with her tongue, using a swirling motion as if she was licking an ice cream cone. Carefully, she raked her nails across the other, until it was hard. He shivered, and his cock twitched again.

 
Already so wet, aroused to the point of delicious, aching pain, she was desperate to have him inside. But Tom was in no hurry apparently, continuing to explore, stroking, caressing, until he slid his fingers through the curls at the vee of her thighs. He murmured in appreciation, moving his fingers purposefully until he found her clit. Rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers, he worked to heighten her arousal even further. Clenching her muscles around him, Andi sighed with pleasure. They kissed again while his fingers stroked pushed deeper inside her, bringing her to a climax.

As she finished, he broke off the kiss, taking a second to pull off the soft trousers he was wearing. She kept her hands on his body, caressing, rubbing, not wanting to be without skin contact for even a minute. When he settled back over her, she cupped his heavy balls, tucked up tight against his body, then unable to resist the temptation to wrap her hand around his engorged shaft again, loving the feeling of caging all that masculine power for a moment.

Tom returned to his expert stimulation of her most private places. Taking her hand off his cock, he transferred her hold to the muscles of his ass, before positioning himself to glide deep inside her with one thrust. The weight of his sac bumped against her as he moved in and out with deliberation.

Andi stroked his back with her thumbs, up and down beside the spine, holding him close as he moved inside her, his hips pistoning in a slow rhythm that tantalized. His girth filled her channel as no other man had ever done, each thrust causing delicious tingling through her entire pelvic area. “Kiss me?”

Obliging with a hot, steamy kiss, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, Tom took possession with enthusiasm and skill. His hands caressed her body while she clenched her core muscles around his cock, massaging him in the age old, intimate rhythm of pressure and release. Trying to merge them into one, she held him tightly, arms around him as far as she could reach.

“You feel so good.” He wrapped his big hands under her butt to tilt it so he could go deeper. “You’re so tight, it makes me crazy.”

She locked her legs around his back. He shivered, holding himself still, then thrusting deeper when she loosened the pressure. Andi reveled in the way every move of his built upon her pleasure, and tried to reciprocate, using everything she knew to intensify the experience for him as well. Judging by the rapt expression on his face above her and the way his hips pumped harder, driving them both toward climax, her efforts were effective and appreciated. Andi lost herself in the sensations, every thrust of her lover’s hot penis building inexorably toward the moment of release. Deeper and deeper, touching sensitive places no other man had ever reached for her, Tom’s strokes were smooth, forceful. All her senses concentrated on the fullness and enticing pressure his cock applied to the delicious ache inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming. Andi screamed his name as she tipped over the edge into ecstasy. He matched her passion, going deep on the last driving thrust, his own release shuddering, powerful. He held still as the fading convulsions of her climax milked every drop of his seed.

Holding her close as the tremors faded, Tom murmured sweet things, smoothed back her tousled hair, nipped at her ear lobe, kissed her forehead. “Next time we’re going slower, I promise.” His hand cupped her breast, gently massaged the nipple. He lowered his head to lap at the still pebbled bud lazily, like a big, contented cat sipping cream.

“I don’t know if I can survive a second round.” She hugged him and laughed. “But I’m willing to try.”

“I may not be up to that today,” Tom said regretfully. “I guess the bhengola took something of a toll on me.”

“Not from my vantage point.” Andi kissed his cheek.

 
They lay together, Tom carefully taking most of his weight on his elbows, his softening cock still nestled inside her body. He kissed her lips tenderly. “You’re one very special lady.”

He rolled over onto his back. Andi sighed a wordless protest as his cock slipped out of her. Drawing her close against him, Tom pillowed her head on his shoulder, keeping possession of her hand. “I just remembered you said we’re in a monastery, didn’t you?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, we’re surrounded by monks.” Andi chuckled. “But
we
didn’t take any vows of celibacy.”

“Good thing. That’s one vow I couldn’t keep, not around you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It was hard enough to keep my hands off you when we were dancing. Did I mention that dress you had on made it very hard to concentrate? I could barely remember what I was really there for.”

“Glad you noticed.” She snuggled in closer to his warmth.

“I said so at the time, as I recall.” Reaching to the foot of the bed, Tom tugged the furs and comforters around both of them, holding her tightly. “That guy was a fool.”

“Guy?” Andi tilted her head as she tried to follow his thought.

“Whoever you said you were waiting for that night. That guy. He was a fool to stand you up.”

“Oh. Him. Let me explain—” Andi tried to turn in his arms so she could see his face.
 

He pressed her head onto his shoulder, dropping a kiss on her curls. “Shh, he’s not important now. Time enough for that subject later. Today is about
us,
you and me. No one else.” He yawned.

“I should let you sleep.” She made a move to shift away, getting ready to stand.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He drew her back, curled around her. “I’ll sleep just fine, as long as you’re here with me.” One big hand moved to cup her breast again.

She relaxed into his embrace, drowsy herself and very content. She dozed off briefly, and a few minutes later, when she wakened, she could tell by the rhythm of his breathing and the relaxation in his body against hers that he’d fallen asleep.

Gently she disengaged his hand and turned to see his face. She touched his cheek, feathered a kiss over his lips.
He’s an amazing lover
. He’d survived a near-death experience with her help, of course he was grateful.
Is there more to it than just gratitude? Some of what he’d said seemed to imply that maybe his feelings ran deeper.
She’d known
 
he’d been attracted to her since the night of their dance. Andi sighed.
After we get back to the capital in one piece,
then
I can see what comes next between us.

Lords, keep him from getting orders to ship out offworld to another assignment any time soon. Or me getting transferred by Loxton!

***

When Mitch came to assume the duties of caretaker several hours later, Andi was demurely curled in the big armchair, no evidence of her interlude with Tom to be found. No telltale signs there for the sergeant’s sharp eyes. Still, her cheeks flamed in a small flush as she slipped away to her room for real rest.

Returning to the sickroom later in the morning after a good sleep and a hearty breakfast, she found Tom sitting in bed working his way through an overflowing breakfast tray. Mitch leaned one elbow on the large chair, sipping at a cup of coffee, glancing out the window from time to time. Both had the air of men at peace with the world.

“Good morning, ma’am.” Mitch smiled, waving his mug carefully at her. “I saved you a cup of coffee, if you’d care for some.”

“
Would
I?” Andi helped herself to the coffee waiting on the slender table. She sipped at the steaming brew as she strolled to the bed. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Like my old self.” Tom stretched out a hand, palm up. When she put her hand in his, he drew her closer, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Amazing what a good night’s sleep and a decent meal will do for a guy.” Winking at her, he let her go.