CHAPTER FIVE
Not one to waste time, Clint insisted that Olivia start her training the very next day. He did this for a couple of reasons. The reason that he told her was because he would have to be going back to Pearl Harbor soon and thus wanted to get things underway as soon as possible.
The other reason though was his want to test her resolve. Olivia claimed she wanted to be a SEAL, but Clint wasn't sure if she knew what that meant. Becoming a Navy SEAL was an incredibly difficult process. It wasn't just the physical regiment that was tough, but the mental aspect too. For most recruits it was the mind that broke first, not the body. There is a a one week period early in SEAL training known affectionalty as 'Hell Week." During this week a recruit got at most 5 hours of sleep, for the whole week. Clint had known full grown men to break down in tears during this period. He had to make sure that Olivia had what it took before she even began.
And he had to admit that, at least from the beginning, it seemed as if Olivia was as dedicated to the cause as she claimed.
She was up before him the morning of their first training session and ready long before he was even close. He even tried to seduce her back to the bedroom, and was delighted when she rebuffed him.
The previous night Clint had gotten a taste of Olivia's physical progression. Indeed he was more than impressed by both her stamina and personal strength. She had told him that she had been training for some time and the previous night was but a taste. It wasn't until they arrived down by the water's edge that he was going to serve up the main course.
"SEAL training is the hardest thing you will ever have to do," Clint warned her as they set up on the beach. The sun was only just rising and they were the only two on the shore. "Before we start I just want to say that there is no shame in failing either. Just trying is more than most --"
"Will you stop babying me," Olivia said as she jumped up and down on the spot. "I've read all about it and am more than aware. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I'm fitter than you are right now."
"Is that so?" Clint asked, not even bothering to hide the smile on his face. "If that's the case, let's begin."
If Clint was being honest he'd have to admit that he may have pushed Olivia a little harder than he had originally intended. The truth was that he really just wanted to see what she was made of. And, to his delight, she impressed him from start to finish.
As they weren't at his Naval Base, Clint was unable to get access to any marine gear, so for this session they stuck to dry land. As such the entire morning was made up of beach sprints, push ups, sit ups, long distance running and swimming. And then, when that was all done, they would do it again.
"Faster! Faster!" he screamed at her as she sprinted up and down the beach, the sweat pouring off her as her whole body shook.
"Ten more, I want ten more!" he yelled in her ear as she did push up after push up. With her hands buried in the soft sand, and the sun beating down on her back, it was a wonder she didn't pass out on the spot.
"I want to see you back in this spot in five minutes!" he boomed as she ran into the water, diving through the ocean as she began her fifth swim of the morning. She had five minutes to swim to the buoy one hundred yards out to sea and back again.
She never complained. She never asked for a break. Everything that Clint ordered of her she did with gusto and verve. Even when the session was nearing an end, and Clint asked for more than he had originally intended, she complied. Even when she could barely move, as she fell to her knees mid sprint, or dropped onto her stomach mid push up, she soldiered on. It was a level of dedication that he found admirable and... if he were being honest, slightly arousing.
When Clint had gone to that bar the night before he had not expected to find Olivia there. He knew what she was like and knew that she wasn't the bar going type. So when he spotted her in the parking lot he could not believe it. And when she invited him back to her place, he was shocked to say the least.
But what he had found most odd was how right it all felt. That entire day his head had been filled with thoughts of Olivia. As she sprinted up the beach and swum out in the ocean, he distracted himself with images from the night before and how perfect it had been. He hadn't thought on her in four years and now, like a punch to the face, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He didn't want to admit it either and he did all that he could to deny it, but Clint knew for a fact that he was starting to fall for the Navy SEAL to be. It was just like the Academy all over again, only this time there would be no leaving. Of that he was sure.
The heart wants what it wants and right then, it wanted one thing...
--
The sex seemed to get better and better. Even after a full day of working out and training, both Clint and Olivia left nothing at the door. What Clint found most amazing was that it was Olivia who initiated it too. He would have assumed she'd have been too worn out, and for that he couldn't have blamed her. But no.
She came out of his shower in nothing but a towel, the steam from the room billowing around her and pouring into the bedroom. Clint, already in his towel and about to go shower himself, never made it that far.
Olivia pushed him back as he tried to step around her, near throwing him onto the bed. As he sat up, she dropped her towel, revealing her near perfect body. Indeed, to Clint it was the epitome of what a woman's figure should be. Her large breasts were perfectly round and seemed to defy gravity; bouncing as she moved toward him. Her flat stomach hinted at the beginnings of a six pack and her hips were a perfect hourglass curve.
Still in his towel, Clint remained where he was as Olivia climbed on him, straddling him as she did.
"Don't move," she whispered in his ear as she kissed him on the neck, softly, passionately, before working her way down his chest and to his stomach. Each kiss was soft and moist and each one moved closer and closer to his towel.
She slid from him, falling to her knees as she dragged his towel with her. Clint lifted his hips as she did this, releasing his now throbbing member for her. He knew what was coming of course, but still braced himself, holding his breath in anticipation as she planted kiss after kiss around his crotch, his thighs, his stomach. Everywhere but where she knew he wanted it most.
The whole time Clint shook, his breathing intensifying as she finally took him in her mouth. He remained on his back as she worked him, his hand running through her hair, gripping it without meaning too. Only when she were satisfied, did she climb back up. And then, without letting Clint return the favor, she climbed on him and slipped him inside of her without hesitation.
Even after a full day of training Olivia held nothing back. She kept her two hands on Clint's chest, keeping him down as she rode him, grinding her hips against his. Back and forth, back and forth. Everytime Clint tried to move, she pushed him back down. That night he was hers to do with as she pleased. And Clint... Clint was perfectly OK with it.
It was all about Clint that night, Olivia made sure of it. And whether she meant to or not, Olivia was all but ensuring that Clint was falling for her all over again.