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She tugs my hand, and I hesitantly get in the shower. She washes me, massaging circles into my chest and back. I fight to keep my eyes open, needing to see the water. Her assault on my muscles only continues until I can barely stand. Lazily, I lean against the wall, completely under her spell. Too late, I realize she’d saved the best for last. Soapy fingers and cloth massage my shaft, sac, and even my ass. She washes everything, stroking me as she all the while.
Heavy lids make it impossible to watch her while she works me over, but as I get closer to my release, she rinses me completely before washing herself. Then she turns off the water and pulls me to the bedroom, where she dries us both off. She does all the work, making me sit on the bed while she does her thing. Again, she saves the best for last. Once dry, she catches my attention quickly when I feel her tongue massaging me. And as soon as I look down, she pushes me into her mouth.
The horrible dream that I had vanished along with the anguish I’d felt. Death lingers, but as Gina forces life into me, it fades. Now I realize it is safe and warm, firm and encouraging, and…
Gina stands up, pushing me back onto the bed. “Scoot, baby…”
And when I reach the center of the bed, she climbs up top and pulls the surrounding blanket. Beautiful. She leans down and kisses me. She straddles me, but keeps her lower body off me. I grip her hips, needing to feel her softness. Her hair drapes around us, curtaining us from the world. We have done this before. Deja vu says we had. We weren’t naked, but this isn't our first time.
It settles somewhere deep, drawing emotion from me I am not ready for. I can feel the love we’d shared oozing into this moment. Fighting against it, I try to keep it separate, focusing on the kiss that is also stirring emotion. I am overwhelmed.
Gina palms my shaft quickly, and I feel her lowering onto it. I feel how slick she is. Skin to skin. I try to communicate the error as her heat suddenly wraps around me fully, rendering me speechless.
“FUCK!” Except for that.
And that’s when she rides me. It is slow and delicious. She massages my chest, pressing her nails into my skin just enough to elicit a sensual pain that I enjoy. The visual is breathtaking. She looks down at me the whole time as if she is claiming something she knows is hers. At that moment, she is more confident than I’d ever seen her. No mixed feelings or looking for affirmations. She is claiming this moment as ours. I can’t fight her. I am just a vessel for her proclamation.
Instead of fighting the emotions she’d evoked. She owns it. I can see it on her face. Should I surrender to her or keep pushing the emotions out of sight? Time is running out.
Between her moans of pleasure, my groans of conviction, and the vibes it wrapped us in; the end is approaching. All the elements are coming together to create an experience so intense that the last moments will be just as dramatic.
Gina leans down near my ear. “I never stopped thinking about you. In fact, you were the one thing that kept me going. I was always too afraid that if I reached out or looked for you, you’d have moved on with someone else. As much as I hate to admit it, seeing you living the life that I’ve always wanted for us with another woman was too much to handle. I’ve always wanted you for myself.”
There… I am so there. I roll us over, taking control. Every sweep of my hips creates a harder shiver from her. She begs and pleads for me to own her. Understanding what we both need, I throw all concerns out and find refuge inside her. Her cries grow louder until she screams as we peak together, shouting our release for anyone to hear.
The afterglow lasts long. I kiss her, teasing her, but also expressing how much I truly love her through actions. Words aren’t enough, and there is no way she is ready to hear what I am thinking.
We spend most of the day in bed making love, talking, and just enjoying the feel of one another. She leaves in time to go home and make Lucas dinner, with a promise to call once he is asleep.
When she is gone, there are no traces of that ugliness I’d dreamt. All that is left is the high I am riding, the smile on my face, and a hungry stomach that needs feeding. It is a good day. One I’ll remember for a long time.
16
I sit still on my bed, looking at the phone. A secret mission. I needed to go to the base immediately for extraction. I make a quick call to Gina; it doesn’t work, so leave her a voicemail. This kind of thing sucks. I’d rather tell her in person than have to leave a message with even fewer details than usual.
“I just received an emergency mission. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Maybe a few weeks. I’m on my way out now. Call me back when you get this. If you get my voicemail, it means the next time you hear from me will be when I’m back.” I sigh, wishing I could hear her voice one more time. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
I end the call, grab my bag, and leave. Andre is on base when I get there. I speak with him for a second before giving him the details that I could. After a long hug, I leave him behind too.
I check my phone one more time and call Gina again before I power off my cell.
I pile inside the jeep and let my civilian life fall away from the forefront of my mind. When we get to our remote location, my state of mind has changed, preparing me for whatever mission is in store.
* * *
We escort a small party of important people to their guard station. Government officials, who have been here in the states secretly, were transported via water instead of the usual channels. The reasons are unknown, and the whys are too. The mission is to get them to the destination safely, which is our goal until we run into problems just before we reach our destination.
Unidentified parties open fire just as we approach the coast. Prepared for almost anything, we engage in battle with little to no choice for other options. Someone has compromised us somehow, and now we just have to keep everybody alive while we fight our way out.
Flashes of my dream bombard me, but then I remember how Gina showed me to stay in the moment. Recalling the way she touched me, reminding me I am still alive and well, motivates me to continue to breathe and think quickly on my feet. Even when we lose two men, I stay focused and pray that I am not next.
17
Jamie left three days ago. He said it was a short mission and that he would call when he returned. He couldn’t tell me where he is going, but that it is a search and rescue mission in unfriendly territory—military talk for needing to go in and save someone’s ass because they went somewhere they weren’t supposed to. And now the man I love is in danger because of it. All I am left with is his voicemail. If I hadn’t been asleep, I’d have more than just his message. We would have had a conversation that would have left me less anxious. Out of the loop, I’m a sitting duck waiting for any information to trickle my way.
The wait is killing me, and I hate not knowing if he is dead or alive. I’m sure he is alive. Though the mission is more likely dangerous, he said nothing about it being life-threatening. But could he tell me those things? Now I am worried about his life and all the unknowns.
Calm down, Gina. It’s only been three days.
