"Sunshine." The vibrations from his lips brought her higher.
Martin tunneled a finger deep inside her wet core, her body squeezing him in welcome response. After darting his tongue against her fleshy nub, another demanding finger entered her. Her body arched against him; the quilt insufficient, she anchored herself with a frenzied grab of his short blond hair. Every lave of his tongue, nip of his teeth, probe of his fingers brought her to the edge and back until she begged.
"Marty. Please. I...." A throaty cry escaped.
"Sunshine, come for me." The waves of her orgasm rippled against his fingers. He exhaled a warm puff of air against her while his insistent thrusts scorched her. One more firm tug of her sensitive flesh and she screamed his name, shattering into a million pieces. He suckled her release of creamy nectar coating his lips. He grazed her body, admiring her return to earth, maintaining soothing, slow movements in her still convulsing channel.
"Beautiful, Sunshine." Her scarlet hair spread like silken threads across the pillow as he withdrew his glistening fingers, sharing her taste with her.I'm not letting you go again.He savored his euphoria in silence.
Wrapped in his embrace, her heavy lids lifted. Her soft hand deliberately skimmed from his chest to the seam of his jeans, where his straining manhood pressed against her palm. "Please."
"Are you sure?"
"Please."
Martin slipped off the bed, first removing his wallet and a condom secreted inside before shrugging out of his underwear and jeans, exposing himself to her. His shaft stood against his taut abdomen. She rose to her knees again, pulling his hips toward her and drawing him into her hot mouth.
Air locked in his chest. "Sunshine!"
She swirled her tongue around his mushroomed head, bringing him deeper into her throat. His hoarse growl resonated in his chest as his balls grew heavy with need. He tore the foil packet open with his teeth and broke away from the seal of her lips. He concentrated on putting the condom on, then caged her body, crushing her lips with his.
Spreading her legs, she rubbed her drenched center against his thigh before Martin pushed inside her. Sweat poured off his forehead while waiting for her tight core to fit him, and his eyes closed, absorbing the moment they became one. He was home. Her head rolled; desperation mixed with her cries.
"Shh, I'm here." His hard, long strokes combined with the fierce grip of her internal muscles. They see-sawed together, the sounds of their lovemaking escaping through the open windows and the sweet odor perfuming the room. Her breaths grew faster and shorter. At her cues, he reached between their connection to massage her. Her legs wrapped around his legs, allowing him to sink deeper.
"Marty!" She detonated around him, flying into a second explosive climax. His thrusts strengthened and accelerated until he followed her over the cliff. Panting, he pulled out of her still quivering body. After a feverish kiss to her forehead, he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
On his return, he rustled the quilt from beneath her, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the sight of her. Caught between dream and awake, she smiled with innocence. He crawled beside her, drawing up the coverlet. When his arms encircled her, she lay her head on his chest. He stroked her back, the aftermath of their lovemaking uncertain.
The muscles beneath his fingers tensed. "What are you thinking?"
"I fantasized about being with you so many times, I’m afraid this isn't real. After I lost our little girl, well, I..." She stumbled over her words. "Why would you...?
"Why would I want to be with you?" His brows crunched.
"I don't deserve this," she whispered.
He lifted her to a sitting position and, with a gentle touch, held her face to make sure she listened to him. "You’re wrong. I won't let you punish yourself. We have a lot to talk about."
"Lewis married me for the prestige of being an advisor to the governor. Every day, Daddy and he told me how you left me with your bastard child. After the election, he moved us to Des Moines. I realize now it was to keep me isolated. There wasn't a chance to bump into anyone. I thought agreeing to marry Lewis would protect our baby, but I was wrong. On our wedding night, he threw his first punch. He forbade me from saying your name. Because of the pregnancy, he said my vagina was soiled and took me from behind."
Every muscle in Martin's body tightened with rage. Opening and closing his fists, he compartmentalized the hatred, not wanting her to think he was disgusted with her. “I don’t know what I can say other than I’m sorry.”
"That was a long time ago, Marty. I'm not that girl anymore. I have wonderful friends, and I love what I do. I’m in a good place." She meshed her fingers with his. "I named our little girl Grace."
"Grace, what a beautiful name."
"The day I lost our Grace, Lewis left for work. I’d promised her I would give her the life she deserved and spent weeks making my escape plan. All my important papers and money I siphoned off the household account were in a safe place. That morning, I got my suitcases into the car and got away. At the stop sign, I realized the dolls you left me and the note were still in the house. I managed to keep them hidden from Lewis, and I couldn't leave them. Grace was conceived in love.
“I never heard him come back. He found me taking them from their hiding spot. I begged him to let me go, that Daddy wouldn't fire him now. He ripped the dolls from my hand and took his lighter to them, dropping them from the upstairs balcony. I scrambled to reach them. The last thing I remember is he picked me up and said if I wanted them so bad, I should get them. Marty, I... He threw me over the rail." By the time she finished the story, she was sobbing.
"Shh, shh, shh." He rocked her. "I'm so sorry."
"You were hurt too."
"No. Not like that. I was able to shove the hurt and anger away. After I got the wedding invitation, I buckled down, first to become a SEAL and then into my job. Lewis is an animal. He deserves to burn in hell. Did you press charges?"
While they sat together in the living room, Martin asked Zach to check on the statute of limitations. It was too late to start something now.
