Forbidden Love with the Marine(18)
“I want you to cum around my cock,” he gruffed against her clinging lips. “I love how it feels when your tight muscles quiver and spasm as you explode.”
“Oh, Ivan,” Olivia moaned, lost in the sensations taking over her whole being. The tension was already mounting from deep within her; she was more than ready to give him what he requested. Especially when it was the same thing she wanted as well.
His hips rocked and pumped, sending his cock farther up her * than ever. Olivia lost the ability to breathe. He seemed to be jabbing into her very womb. A screech of ecstasy erupted from her throat as his fingers rubbed on her clit in time to his rampaging thrusts. She keeled helplessly as her orgasm smashed into her as powerfully as his cock continued to do. And when she began to shiver and moan, he clasped her tight against him, his body going rigid as her vaginal walls undulated around his cock.
She’d been so sure there couldn’t possibly be more that she could take. But Ivan was far from done with her. Pulling out from her sensitized * now soaked in her own cum juice, he flipped her on her back.
He covered her with his torso and sought her lips for a long, deep kiss. He coaxed her tongue out to meet his in the open. It was a sensual, even calming kiss filled with delicate artistry. It took minutes of gentle kissing to still her heart rate back to normal. But then she became conscious of his throbbing hardness against her belly and she remembered that he hadn’t taken his release.
Her eyelids fluttered open when he finally broke the kiss and slid his lips down her neck to her breasts. By the time he suckled each nipple with the same meticulous fervor, Olivia was grinding her * upon his groin. She was hungry to have him inside again despite her recent climax. She marveled at how much he made her desire him so that in minutes, he had her on fire for him again.
“I need to be looking in your beautiful face when I cum,” Ivan said thickly, moments before sliding his granite-hard cock back into her tight wetness. Olivia spread her legs wider and clutched at his shoulders, unable to do more than nod in reply. As he started to move...faster, and faster...all she could hold on to was their shared passion; the way he nuzzled her neck as he drove into her with battering thrusts.
“Damn...so tight,” Ivan groaned, lifting his face from her neck to gaze down at her. “I feel like I could gladly stay inside you the whole night. This feels so f*cking good.”
“I know,” Olivia panted, her * contracting repeatedly on his cock. He kept moving and rolling his hips in that way that sent her to the stars. Her arms and legs wrapped around him tighter than ever, sending him deeper into her soft, giving snugness. He thrust, and thrust, each one causing him to grind against her mound to bring even more sensual friction.
“All the way, baby,” he suddenly groaned, plundering her moistened walls harder and harder. “You and me. You ready?”
“Yes,” Olivia said with a soft sigh, gazing straight up into his eyes. Neither of them looked away, locked in their age-old dance of passion. Ivan stared into her face as if to memorize every look of ecstasy crossing her features. After so many weeks of tormented separation, it seemed like he wanted to draw out their lovemaking as long as he could.
Olivia heard the hitch in his breath as he quickened his pace until she felt winded from the recklessly delicious speed. At that rate and depth, there was no way either of them could hold back for much longer. Olivia felt his shaft swell and then start to throb deep inside her squeezing *. Their cries of release mingled and echoed in perfect sync as her * vibrated around him. Olivia’s hips rode up to meet his. Together, they quivered through the passionate storm, lost to everything else but themselves for those long, thrilling moments of their jointed orgasm.
Olivia had felt so close to him in that instant – as if nothing could ever be between them. But now they were to be separated by distance, time and space.
“Can’t you please at least tell me where you’re going?’ she had pleaded, her fingers clinging to his shoulders as he’d drawn her tight against him before they slept.
“I can’t, baby,” he told her gently. “But one thing I can say...is that when I get back, I owe you a serious explanation. We’re going to have a good talk and straighten things out between us. Okay, my little dove?”
As hazy as that assurance had been, Olivia had nodded eagerly. He wasn’t making any real promises. He hadn’t even told her he loved her. But Olivia was hopeful that the time would come when he’d withhold nothing from her. Not his body...and certainly not his heart.
Yes, she was hoping for a lot of things – most of all, that her Marine hero lover would return to her safe, and whole. In the agonizing weeks that followed, it was a prayer that was all she lived and breathed for...
Chapter Thirteen
Darkness had fallen.
As in all rescue missions, timing was vital. Stealth and the element of surprise were just as critical to ensuring that things went according to plan. Ivan knew that if he or any of his team put even a foot wrong, then the night’s hostage rescue would end in tragedy.
And yet Ivan chose to consider only one outcome: success. An innocent life depended on it, not to forget the lives of the rescue forces involved. All three men were equipped with the weapons, night vision aids and helmet-mounted cameras suited to the nocturnal operation.
They’d been flown in earlier via helicopters and then were dropped on the perimeter of the jungle from where they then hiked the three miles to the kidnappers’ camp. It was hoped that any noise from the choppers had been deadened by the dense jungle, ensuring that nothing would alert the kidnappers of his squad’s impending raid. In just minutes, Ivan and his fellow Marines would be closing in on the cavern where the hostage was kept guarded. Giving their radios and weapons one last check, they awaited the order to attack.