Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (19 page)

He twisted his head around also, appreciating the unblemished white sandy beach, blue water, rock formations jutting out around them. Privacy as far as the eye could see. Turning back to her, he said, “You wanna go swimming?”

Joy shone on her face as she exclaimed, “I’d love to!” Then looking down, she moaned, “But our clothes?”

“Your bra and panties probably cover more of you than I would see if you were in a bikini and my boxers will be fine. Afterward, we can go back up the river just a bit to wash the salt off since that’s fresh water coming in.”

Biting her lip in indecision for only a few seconds, she grinned up at him. “Let’s do it!”

They moved back to a small cove with a large overhang, giving them a bit of privacy, and quickly stripped down to their underwear.

Cam’s gaze slid head to toe, the view of her body making it hard to be a gentleman. Her eyes darted to the side, the blush starting from the tempting mounds at the top of her bra cups up to the top of her face. Grabbing her hand, he jerked his head toward the bay side. “Come on gorgeous, let’s go.”

The water was warm but deliciously refreshing. Miriam thought she would never want to be immersed in water again, but this warm swimming pool was not like the cold dunkings of the river.

Walking straight into the clear bay up to their waists, Cam snagged her around the waist and hoisted her out of the water. With a scream coming from her lips, he tossed her into the water. As she rose up, slicing through the surface, she appeared as a water nymph rising from the depths. He watched as her dark hair, smooth and silky, flowed down her back and water droplets fell from her face down toward her breasts. Catching her breath she lunged at him, trying to dunk his head under the water, to no avail.

“That’s no fair,” she pretend pouted. “You’re bigger than me.”

“Just noticing that, baby?”

“No. I knew the canoe was tipping up on my side every time you got in!” she laughed.

“You’ll pay for that one,” he called as he moved quickly through the water as she tried to escape.

Within seconds he caught her around the waist again, but this time instead of tossing her, he turned her until she was facing him and captured her tightly against his chest. The amusement of the moment slowly morphed into something altogether different as her breasts pressed to his chest and his erection was held against her stomach.

She ran her hands through his hair, moving them downward until she grasped his strong jaw. Emotions swirling, she was overcome with the knowledge that he had come for her. And now he held her heart as much as he was holding her body.

Knowing they were not yet safe, the realization of what they had traversed to come this far jolted into their consciousnesses. Neither moved for a moment, each afraid to break the spell. Their eyes locked, hers wide with anticipation and his dropped to her mouth just before taking it.

The kiss was as desperate as the two young people alone in the ocean. One of his hands slid to cup the back of her head, angling her so that he could take the kiss deeper. His tongue easily slipped between her open lips, tasting, tangling…claiming.

She met him thrust for thrust as she wrapped her legs around his waist, still feeling his large erection pressed close to her core. All thought left her except for wanting this man at this moment.

Rubbing herself on him, she knew she could come just by dry-humping…but she much preferred him being inside.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, allowing him to move his hand to her bra, pulling the cup down. Bending his head slightly, he latched onto her nipple sucking deeply. Hearing her gasp, he continued to suckle before moving to the other side.

Throwing her head back, she jutted her breasts out further toward him making his access easier. The jolt from her nipple electrified straight down to her core. It had been a long time since she had been with a boyfriend and she had never adopted the fuck-buddy attitude. Her long-buried libido roared to life as she continued to press her hips into his erection.

Barely aware of anything other than the call of his dick, Cam walked them out of the water and back to the hidden cove where their clothes had been dropped. Kicking their discarded clothes into a pile, he lay her on her back on top of them hoping they would provide some cushion.

Her eyes, gazing up at him, filled with desire as he leaned over her body, stopping within an inch of her mouth.

“You sure,
cariña
? I want you to be sure,” he whispered, holding her gaze. “You gotta understand this is no fuck ’cause there’s nothing else to do. This means something. So you gotta be sure.”

A slow smile spread across her beautiful face. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I’m sure.”

C
am wasted no
time in lowering his mouth the last inch to hers. The sound of the surf provided the backdrop music as he plunged his tongue into Miriam’s warmth once again. Not flirting. Not playing. This time…possessive.

Rolling his heavy body to his back with his arms around her, he pulled her on top without losing her mouth. His fingers quickly unsnapped her bra and he moved her just enough to slide the material away, tossing it to the sand. Settling her back on him, he felt her naked breasts pressing tightly to his chest.

Sliding one hand into her panties, he palmed her ass. She was thinner than the picture Jobe had given to him—her time in captivity had taken some precious pounds off of her. He loved the feel of her full breasts and ass but knew that once she was able to gain the weight back…she would feel even more amazing to his roving hands.

Snagging her panties he tugged them as far as they would go before she moved away from him just long enough to slide them the rest of the way down her legs and kick them to the side. Now completely naked, she lay beside him with her hands on his massive chest. She had never been with a man this large, and her hands continued to glide over the smooth skin covering the ripped muscles of his pecs and abdomen.

“One of us seems overdressed,” she giggled, feeling self-conscious.

“Guess I better take care of that,” he agreed, sliding his wet boxers down his long legs and tossing them aside. Rolling to his side he pulled her close once more.

“You are fuckin’ beautiful,
cariña
,” he said, his eyes moving over her body. “Never seen such beauty. Such strength. Such courage.”

A smile curved her lips as she watch the handsome man in front of her speak with awe. Moving forward, she kissed him once more as his hands glided from her neck, down over her breasts toward her waist.

She felt him pull her hips in close to his erection and the tingling in her belly zinged straight to her core. All she wanted was this man.
If all I get of this man, is this moment, at this time…I’ll take it.
She took over the kiss, leaning her head over his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. She felt him jerk in surprise before he rolled her back and took possession himself.

As his hand slid down over her perfect ass toward the prize, he felt her slick folds right before he moved one finger deep inside. Capturing her moan in his mouth he added another finger, scissoring them until she was quivering beneath him. Within a minute he could feel her pussy walls tightening as her body underneath his went taut.

Needing oxygen, she broke the kiss, running headlong into her orgasm as it powered over her. With her head thrown back, as the electricity shot from her core outwards, she gasped for air.

Holding her tight as he watched her, eyes closed and panting, he could not help the feeling of power that washed over him, knowing he brought this amazing woman to her climax. He slowly withdrew his fingers as her eyes opened and watched as they focused on him. A small smile curved the corners of her mouth followed by luscious lips parting in surprise as she watched him slide his fingers into his mouth, sucking off her juices.

His cock was straining toward her as though it had a mind of its own, heading for the place it yearned to be. His restraint was killing him, but without a condom he had no fuckin’ clue what she would want. He exhaled a painful breath before rolling onto his back, pulling her along with him so that she was tucked carefully into his side.

Her hand rested on his massive chest as she wondered what happened. One minute she was hurling over the finish line of her first orgasm in a long time that had not been self-induced—and much better than any of those—and now he seemed to have halted. Pulling in her lips, she looked up in surprise.

“Cam?” she whispered. “Did I…um…not do something ri—”

Before she could utter another word, he rolled back over onto his side facing her, his fingers on her lips. She could smell herself on them and closed her eyes for a moment as the beauty of all that was him washed over her.

“It’s not you, babe. Fuck me,” he groaned. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and skimmed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You gotta know, it’s killin’ me. Wanting you so bad.”

“I don’t understand. What’s stopping us?”

“
Cariña
, I got no condom.”

Once more, her mouth opened with no sound coming out. The passion rolling off both of them was palatable, and her mind raced to find a solution. “You could…I was on the pill…well, not in the past several weeks, but…”

“Babe, I promise you, I’ve thought of all of these things,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.

“I’m clean,” she said, tentatively, not knowing how he felt about that statement.

“I’m clean too,” he shared. “We get tested all the time for work, and I gotta tell you that I never go ungloved. Had no one special in years and never trusted a pick-up or, God forbid, anyone when I was undercover for drug task-force.”

He saw the hopeful gleam in her eye and hated to crush it once more, but had no choice. Rubbing her face once again, he reminded her, “Right now, the last thing you need is a pregnancy scare.”

He watched as her eyes moved back and forth, working the problem. He knew he could pull out…it would kill him to not come inside of her, but he had enough self-discipline to do it.
But this has to be about her. Her choice. What she wants to do.

“Um…” she began, clearing her throat nervously.

“What,
cariña
?”

“You could…pull out. If you wanted. It would be fine with me. But only if you wanted,” she hurried to say, her nervousness showing.

“You sure?” he asked, hope filling his voice.

Smiling, she nodded as he leaned over and kissed her lightly.

“Gotta hear you say it.”

“Cam, I’ve trusted you with my life so far. Why would I not trust you to take care of me now? So yeah, I’m sure.” Blushing, she added, “I want you.”

Grinning, he moved back over her body, making sure she was lying on the discarded clothes and not directly on the sand. With her head resting on his left arm, he skimmed his right hand along her soft skin, moving from her jaw to her neck, where it paused on her wildly beating pulse. It continued its trail down to her full breasts, nipples hardening as he rubbed his rough thumb over the points.

Bending over to suck one deeply into his mouth, he heard her sigh as her back arched upward toward him. As his mouth worked wonders on her nipples, his hand continued its path until it found her slick folds once more. Still slick. Ready. Waiting.

He shifted his body over hers making sure to keep his weight on his forearms. Watching her face carefully, he moved his swollen cock to her entrance. In answer to his unasked permission, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, lifting her hips toward his.

Plunging inside, he buried himself in her then immediately realized that his girth would stretch her uncomfortably as he heard her gasp. He began to pull out, but was halted by her arms squeezing tightly. She offered him a smile as permission and he let nature take over.

And under a coral formation overhang, on a white sandy beach, finding privacy in the middle of drug cartel country, he made love to Miriam. And prayed to God it would not be the last time.

Moving in and out of her warmth, it was everything he imagined it would be. And more. Forcing himself to not come quickly, he focused on her. Keeping his weight on his forearms, his eyes on hers, he watched the myriad of emotions pass along her face.

She had wanted this from the moment she saw him in the clinic. This gorgeous, mountain of a man, moving over her…in her. The friction increased as did his pace and she felt her pussy walls grab onto his cock, eagerly wanting to prolong this feeling.

He bent his head, owning her lips as he was owning the rest of her body. His tongue mimicked the action of his cock, keeping the same rhythm and he loved the feel as her tongue tangled with his.

Letting go of her mouth reluctantly, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking on her pulse before continuing down to her breasts. He felt her ribs and could not wait to get her back home so that she could be safe and healthy once more. But even with the weight loss, her breasts were full and the distended nipples begged for his mouth. The more he suckled, the more she moaned, her hands working his upper arms as she squeezed them tightly.

Miriam felt the pressure building once more, just like with his fingers, only this time it was fuller…more forceful…and then all thought flew out of her mind as he slid one hand down to tweak her clit. Her head fell back to the sand as her orgasm jolted though her, the tingles moving from her pulsating pussy outward in every direction. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to power through, no longer pumping slowly, but now pounding in and out of her slick channel.

Within a minute he felt his balls tighten and against his desire to pulsate his seed deep inside of her, owning the last bit of claiming this woman, he forced himself to pull out at the last moment and with his cock pressed against her stomach he roared through his orgasm.

Barely remembering to roll slightly to the side, he dropped onto her after the last of his cum had covered her. Holding her to his massive chest he felt her racing heartbeat, challenging his for beats. Bodies panting, sweating, and sated, they lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes until the euphoria was replaced with a calm feeling of content.