Then, he began to move, taking me to new heights. He pulled all the way out and then thrust himself in. This time, as my slippery pussy walls stretched to accommodate his huge size, all I felt was pure pleasure.
Soon, I was moving my hips in tempo with his thrusts, and the heat was building up inside of me. Electrical impulses started in my toes and in my head. They raced toward each other, crashing in the middle, causing a huge explosion.
My pussy pulsated, and the world spun as hot lava erupted from deep inside of me, covering his huge cock.
He pulled all the way out again, and then with one huge thrust, sheathed himself hard and deep inside of me. His cock throbbed, and a searing geyser of liquid shot deep inside of me.
It took a minute for both of us to catch our breath. Then, he rolled over next to me.
He kissed me passionately, then, staring into my eyes, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I didn’t pretend to not know what he was talking about. “I needed you. I wanted you. I knew you would never have sex with me if you knew I was a virgin. And you didn’t ask.”
He grunted at me, and we both got up to clean off. Then, we slipped back into bed.
Jared pulled me close to him, and I fell asleep instantly, feeling safe for the first time in what seemed like a very long time.
3
Jared
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep last night. As a former Army Ranger, we were trained to sleep when we could because occasions to rest came few and far between. Yesterday was high intensity with the rescue and with, well, with Elise.
Groaning mentally, I woke up at four in the morning. One of the other abilities Rangers have is to set internal alarm clocks. I was awake, but I would have liked to sleep for several more hours. However, this beauty I held in my arms all night and I had to get going.
I couldn’t resist, though. I took a few minutes to look at her. Her long black hair surrounded her, framing her face. I couldn’t see her expressive purple eyes that had captivated me, but I could imagine them. I could see them looking up at me like they had last night.
I mentally hit myself. What in the world was I thinking? She was my client. She was the daughter of the man who hired me. I was hired to save her from kidnappers, not to take her virginity.
I found her captivating, though. Not only was she beautiful, but she had no problems doing exactly what I told her to do while we were escaping through the woods. She kept up with me. She didn’t complain. Yet, I knew that she could rock those high heels and a little black dress with the best of them.
Startled, I realized that I had spent the last five minutes thinking about the woman I held. There was no time for this. We had to get going. It wouldn’t take the terrorists long to figure out where we were, and they would be swarming the area. Even though they were labeled terrorists, they had the government backing. These guys would not take the loss of their hostage lying down. If we didn’t get out of here, we wouldn’t survive.
Gently, I shook her awake. Her purple eyes popped open instantly, flashing at me, and she smiled a lazy, sexy smile that made my blood turn into heat waves of want for her.
“We have to go,” I forced myself to say.
She nodded her understanding. Immediately, she got up and headed into the restroom. I handed her a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for her to wear under her burqa. She thanked me, and without any hint of self-consciousness, she pulled on the clothes.
Self-assured, tough, smart—this woman was almost perfect, and I wanted so badly to pull her back into bed and explore more of her tantalizing body.
“I never got a chance to thank you,” she said softly, a shy smile crossing her face. “For the rescue and, well, for everything.”
Was she really thanking me for taking her virginity?The thought was ridiculous, but at the same time, that is exactly what it sounded like. She was very eager last night.
I shook my head. I had to pull my head out of my pants and get back to the situation at hand.
“Don’t thank me yet,” I said gruffly. “We aren’t out of hot water.”
She looked taken aback at my tone. She frowned at me and said, “I was thanking you for getting me out of the shed and for last night. No need to be rude about it.”
I just shook my head. I was feeling frustrated with her, but I was really angry with myself.
“What is your deal?” she asked.
“My deal is that you neglected to tell me that you were a virgin. I would never have had sex with you. My job was to save you, not to deflower you,” I answered, growling. “Taking advantage of you was a clear violation of your father’s, my client’s, trust.”
Her face turned red with anger, and her nostrils flared. Her purple eyes shot lasers in my direction. “I’m a grown woman. If I want to give my virginity to you or had chosen anyone else, that would be my business. My sexual activity is none of my father’s business.”