Chapter 19

Gillian

I thought I had an out of body experience and that had never happened before. The fury of my orgasm surrounded my body in warmth from the flush of my chest all the way down to my curling toes. I was in the glow of the moment and I had an appetite for more.

I opened my eyes when I felt the conviction of his fingertips pressing into the soles of my feet. I fluttered back to reality with my voluptuous curves giving him a reason to be self-indulgent. He was on his knees with his pleasure-seeking love stick. The suggestion of what he wanted came from the token of his lust for me. The pearl drop on the tip made me take command with one finger. I took it from him without giving him fair warning.

I stuck it in my mouth and savored the sticky evidence of his arousal. I played it on my tongue by pulling it back until it snapped in the air like cotton candy. I was in the Lotus position, completely comfortable.

I was giving up my body to a man that was legally pronounced dead.

I remembered the funeral and how surreal it felt to see his empty casket being lowered into the cold and unforgiving ground.

I pushed him onto his back and he unfolded his legs from underneath him in an awkward position. I slapped his thighs and he instinctively spread them to give me easier access. The hairs on the back of his arms were standing up. He couldn’t stop staring at me with this intensity that made my mouth water for something to satisfy my thirst.

“The extent of your betrayal is unfathomable. I should never want to talk to you again, but I have finally gotten what I have always wanted. This is like I have awakened from a bad dream.” I encircled his shaft with my fingers getting a tight grip on his thickness.

He launched his member through the enclosure of my fist until the head emerged with a gleaming reminder of his excitement for me on the tip. I reflected on those times I had fantasized about him. Feeling him in the flesh made my eyes glaze over with acceptance.

It was sticking out of his pants and I could see his plump balls pressed tightly against the fabric of his underwear. I made sure to give them the required attention by pulling his pants and his underwear down to his ankles. I jumped into his lap performing a sultry dance to get his undivided attention.

I was gliding the slippery lips of my sex down along those heady inches. I was painting some dirty artwork on the blank canvas of his shaft. He was constantly trying to lift me to impale me on the spitting serpent between his legs. He wanted to run through me with his masculine sword. I fought him and shifted every time he got close to piercing my womanhood.

I could see him pleading with me, but he must’ve known this was punishment for his dereliction of duty. He had brought this on himself. I was going to make him rue the day he had ever crossed me.

“There’s no reason for you to look at me like that. I have every right to make you pay for keeping me in the dark. You will take it like a man and not a mouse.” I let the knob of his cock penetrate my mouth until it was pressed against my cheek.

“I didn’t say anything. I know better.” He could have easily overpowered me.

I could’ve found myself being taken from behind with a force that would’ve left me spent and exhausted. I wanted to be lying there after he had finished the deed. It took real willpower to keep him from lifting me to heights of sexual delight I had never known before.

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s practically written on your face. Did you really think there was any way you could hide your feelings from me? I should have called you on this a long time ago, but I didn’t know how to form the right words.” I was stroking his appendage, watching the long vein down the back and knowing what was going to happen.

I could see the effect I had on him by how he was squirming every time my fist captured the mushroom shape of his desire for me. There was no better revenge than one that was served cold. He had to know there were consequences for his actions. It was immensely satisfying to see the look of utter astonishment on his face. I leaped from the bed to the floor.

“No… it’s not going to end this way.” He had enough energy to catch me at the door with my hand on the knob.

The blistering touch of his hot breath on the back of my neck made my resolve crumble. He had his hands curled around me with his fingers pinching both of my nipples. My body responded by collapsing into his arms. He bent his knees and let the sheer gravity of my body pull him into the glistening folds of my pussy. It was like I was having a Déjà vu moment.

This time there was no window and my hands were pounding with my fist on the door. He was fucking me strong and resilient like a man possessed by a natural need for the feminine form. I drove my fingernails down the surface and I could see the marks I was making streaking down the wood grain of the door.

“I love the way you feel inside me. You can feel me holding you tight and never wanting to let you go. This is what we have always wanted and was afraid to say anything. Yes…my god…I have no words and the only thing that comes to mind is…AHHHHH.” I was undulating with him holding me up with my entire lower half going numb with the sensation of pleasure radiating through me.

“I don’t think I will ever get enough of you. Gillian, no woman could ever become anything more than a fleeting moment of pleasure. I want to spend all of my time with you. I want to fuck you like this until my balls are overcome with the compulsion to go off like a rocket.” The concentration of pleasure below my waist soon had him bursting from his loins.

He grunted with emotion through clenched teeth and was biting my neck at the same time. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure swimming upstream against the resistance of his member. I scorched the earth of his excitement, burning him in the sweetness of my fiery release until we fell together on our knees praying for salvation.

I could hear him breathing in my ear and how his hands were holding my shivering body. It was the damnedest thing to be hot and cold virtually simultaneously. I was overcome with a fever, but there was a chill running down my spine.

“I feel one part of you doesn’t want to leave me. Not to put too much emphasis on this, but we can’t stay here hidden behind these doors forever.” Our bodies were stuck together and I could feel every single inch dragging along the rippling walls of my sex.

He exhaled deeply when he found his release from my womanly embrace. He was panting out of breath like he had run a marathon. I craved his touch and there was nothing I could do about it. He had exploded with such ferocity that it was still deep inside me. Firing at point-blank range was like a gun going off between my legs several times.

There were a few moments of silence broken only by declarations of remorse coming from his lips.

“I can run headlong into battle without blinking an eye, but I couldn’t muster the courage to tell you how I feel. It really is a war of the sexes. We are all trying blindly to say the right thing at the right time to find that forever bond. I should have said something. I guess there’s something to say about making up for lost time.” I turned and gave him a kiss to make his eyes go wide with surprise.

I pulled away from giving him my affection with this lingering gaze of appreciation for how he handled his business.

“I can’t feel my legs. I’m going to need a little bit of time to walk without having you to hold me up.” I wanted him to know what it meant to have him in my life.

“I didn’t see you bending your legs in an effort to get the right angle. I haven’t worked those kinds of muscles since leaving the Navy Seals. I thought I was in pretty good shape, but there are obviously some muscle groups I have neglected.” I didn’t know what mirror he was looking into, but it couldn’t be the same one I was.

He was built like a brick house, but I suppose everybody had something they wanted to work on. I was always forcing myself to push past the restraints of my endurance to a different level. I couldn’t fault him for feeling he had lost a step. I was fortunate to have a father who constantly strived to pull the best out of me every day. I made him do it. He didn’t want to. I was his little girl. I proved to him that I was stronger than some recruits he had seen in his day.

I got up and felt this dizzying wave almost knocking me off my feet. I was a little lightheaded and I was glad to have his muscular arm to hold onto. It was rock solid like another part of his anatomy was a few minutes ago. I could easily coax him into going for a second round, but we had things to discuss. Denying how we were put on this collision course wasn’t going to do any of us any good.

“I think the two of you should finish what you are doing in there and get out here. There’s something wrong with the cameras. The last footage recorded is quite disturbing.” Jackson had always been dramatic, but I could tell from the tone of his voice there was something to worry about.