“I don’t have any condoms,” I tell her pulling my finger free and popping it in my mouth, closing my eyes from the taste. “I’m sorry baby I shouldn’t have started this,” I tell her. I haven’t bought condoms, or thought to, in quite some time.
“I’ve seen your medical paperwork,”
“Hmm, well I haven’t seen yours,” I reply. Her startled laugh fills the room and I join her. “That’s fair, but I haven’t been with a man since I was married and I get regular checks, the most recent was a month ago and I am on birth control so if you trust me I think we’ll be fine.”
“I trust you Delta,” I stand, removing the rest of my cloths, and watching her eyes when my dick springs free.
“Trace,” she says and for the first time tonight I see a little apprehension in her face. I am not the biggest there is but I am far from small.
“I got you D, I would never hurt you. I will fit,” I begin rubbing the head of my dick through her pussy lips. “Has anyone ever told you, you have a pretty pussy?”
“No,”
“Hmm, well you do. And these lips, both sets, are so damn sexy, I love the feel of them sliding up and down my dick and unfortunately I don’t have the patience to see my dick disappear between these lips,” I rub my fingers across her lips. “But once we take the edge off, I will. Your mouth, pussy, and ass belongs to me.”
“And your mouth, fingers and dick belongs to me,”
“Damn right they do!” I kiss her. “Forgive me.”
“For whaaaa!!!!!!” she scream moans as I push inside her to the hilt.
“Fucking hell,” my forehead drops to hers as I breathe. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked anyone, and her pussy is pure magic. I pull back to the tip and push in again, “Let me in, D. Look at me, breathe, open her up and let me in.” She gives me her eyes, and we breathe together. I push her back on the bed and climb on with her, put her legs on my shoulders, taking her mouth in a kiss as I fuck her. I suck her nipples, she drags her nails down my back, I grab her hair, pulling on it, she grabs my throat squeezing it. It should have been fast, seeing how long both of us have gone without having sex, it indeed was not a quickie. Neither one of us wanted to let this feeling go, but all good things come to an end, and mine came when she used her muscles to massage my length internally. The tingle hit the base of my spine so fast I damn near went cross eyed. Not to be outdone, I place her feet on my chest, adjust my angle and push the final couple of inches inside her wet heat tapping her cervix. The eye contract is back and I take her neck in my hand, using my thumb to cut off the flow of blood, she clamps down impossibly tighter around me. “Cum Delta, come all over this dick,” I tell her releasing her neck as I angle up on the next thrust hitting her G spot and then her cervix and she screams, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her cum gushes and runs off my balls and I fall over the cliff right behind her. My head drops down between her neck and shoulder giving her the perfect angle to bite my shoulder, and she does, prolonging my orgasm until I almost black out. We lay there remembering how to breathe again before I carefully pull out of her, going to her ensuite and grab a wash cloth, running it under the warm water and coming back to clean her up. She winces a bit when I clean her up and I gentle my movements finishing up and heading to the bathroom to wash myself up. By the time I make it back to the bedroom she’s changed the sheets and fallen asleep, I climbin beside her pulling her in my arms. She snuggles up to me instantly kissing the base of my throat. “Regrets?” I ask.
“Not a one,” she replies instantly.
“I don’t know why you changed the sheets, I’m far from done with you and we’re only going to fuck these up too,” Her head jerks back at my words, eyes wide.
“Get some rest, D; you’re going to need it.”
I wake up and the room is quiet and dark, and I register the weight of her. Delta is against me, my arm around her waist, her leg over mine, her hand resting on my forearm. Nothing in me wants to move, I breathe in slow and steady. I can’t remember the last time I woke up without being on alert or scanning a room.
She shifts in her sleep and pulls my arm closer around her. I don’t know if she is awake or dreaming, I take in the moment, her skin is warm against mine. Her breathing is steady, her hair is under my chin. This is peaceful in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
My body should be reacting out of habit by now, heart racing, muscles tight, brain running through worst case scenarios, but none of that happens. I don’t know if it’s because of her or because of tonight, or both, but I don’t question it. I just take the win. I think about how fast this shifted. I came here expecting to work and leave. No attachments. No complications. Then she showed up in the middle of all of that and none of my plans held up. I wanted her before I admitted it to myself and I want her even more now.
She moves again, slower this time, and settles right back on me. Her hand tightens around my forearm for a second and then relaxes. I study the ceiling until my vision adjusts. My mind is quiet, not silent, just quiet. For once the memories from deployment are not trying to crawl up the back of my skull. Theyare in the distance, background noise; that only happens with Delta.
I should be thinking about consequences, after all she’s my boss, I am a patient in a therapy program, none of this is simple, and probably not very smart. I know every possible reason to keep space between us, I also know I would make the same choice all over again.
She shifts again, turning enough for her forehead to rest against my chest. Her breath moves across my skin. I feel something settle in my chest that I can’t name and don’t want to name. I haven’t earned this ease and I know it. I also don’t want to let it go. Her phone vibrates once on the nightstand, she doesn’t move, just stays wrapped around me. That tells me everything I need to know without either of us speaking.
I don’t rush the moment. I keep my arm around her and let myself relax into the mattress. There’s no fear, no pressure, no second-guessing. There’s just the two of us in a quiet room at the end of a long night that neither of us plans to forget.
Eventually I close my eyes again. I don’t think about what comes next. I don’t think about what anyone will say. I don’t think about whether this lasts or falls apart. I let her sleep against me and I rest with her. I’ve not had this in years and I am not taking a single second of it for granted.
CHAPTER NINE
Trace
3 Weeks Later
Taryn pushes the tray toward me, It has sand and tiny figures I’m supposed to use to “externalize internal conflict.” I think it’s stupid. I tell her that.
She nods like she expected it.
“It’s not a test,” she says. “Just show me what feels true today.”
I stare at the tray for a long time. I’m not touching plastic army men like I’m six, no chance in hell. Then I notice a small horse figure off to the side, he’s not part of the sand scene, he’s just sitting there and I pick it up before I think. She doesn’t react, simply waits.
