Starting at her ankles, he kissed and flicked a path up her legs, pausing to lift a knee and tongue the sensitive flesh in the crook before blazing a path along her inner thighs. The closer he moved toward her sex, the more tense her body became.
The musk of her juices filled his senses, driving him wild. When he arrived at the juncture of her thighs, he parted her folds with his thumbs.
“Wait...” she said, her voice breathy as she rose halfway from the mattress. “What are you doing?”
Crusher chuckled. “Proving my theory.” He flicked her clit once.
Marta gave an audible gasp and dropped back on the bed.
He flicked it again, and her hips jerked upward.
When he touched his tongue to her again, her hands reached out and threaded into his hair, dragging him closer.
A smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, Crusher assaulted her senses with each flick, swirl, nibble and suck on that small bead of flesh until she writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.
While playing her clit with his tongue, his fingers slid into her, swirling, thrusting, milking her response.
Her hips pulsed to the rhythm of his touches. Soon her body tensed beneath him. The fingers in his hair tightened their hold.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she cried out as she rocketed over the edge.
Crusher’s efforts continued, feeding the sensations all the way to the end when she collapsed against the mattress, taking in air in ragged gasps.
Her head rolled from side to side as she laughed and stared at the ceiling. “So, that’s an orgasm.” She laid her arm over her forehead. “Holy shit. Now, I understand. That was?—”
“Amazing? Mind-blowing?” he offered as he climbed up her body and settled himself between her legs, his rock-hard cock nudging her wet entrance.
“Cataclysmic,” Marta smiled up at him. “And I thought all women were faking it.”
Crusher smiled and brushed his mouth across hers. “Cataclysmic, huh? I’ve raised my own bar.”
Her smile slid away, and a frown dented her brow. “As amazing as that was...”
“Cataclysmic,” he corrected and kissed the base of her throat.
“As cataclysmic as that was, I want more.” She lifted her head to look down at where he was claiming one of her breasts.
“Are you sure? We can stop here. Just say the word.”
“No way,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want all of you.”
His pulse quickened as he reached across to the nightstand and fished out the condoms he’d tucked away while she’d been in the shower.
“Ha!” Marta exclaimed. “Were you planning on this all along?”
He shrugged. “Like you said, the kiss on the plane held promise, but I wasn’t going to seduce you, or anything.”
“Because you won’t see me again after tomorrow.” Shadows filled her eyes.
It was true, the kiss had lit a fire inside him he hadn’t been able to ignore.
But Marta was more than a kiss.
He rose to cup her cheek and stare down into her eyes. His cock pressed against her entrance, but didn’t slip into her. Yet. “You’re an amazing, intelligent and brave person. You’re a scientist meant to do great things to help humanity.”
She laid her hand over his and pressed a kiss into his palm. “I’m just a woman with emotions and needs I never knew existed.” She kissed his palm again. “Until you.”
“You’re a woman who uses your hands to help others.” He stared down into her eyes, incredible sadness washing over him. “I’m a man who uses his hands to fight and kill.”
