lightly grasped her other thigh. He gently applied pressure and pulled
her legs farther apart, his fingers moved down between her legs and
he shifted the material over to the side. "Now, you see what I see.
You are a beautiful woman Paige."
Her brows wrinkled when the emotion of what he was saying struck
her. She realized then, that even though she was with him, she was
still holding back a part of her. She nodded her understanding. His
hand slid higher up her thigh until his fingers touched the curls, and
then slid lower. He continued to watch her expressions in the mirror.
Pleasure flitted across her face when his fingers touched her again.
She forced her eyes to remain open and stare into his.
"Look at my hand, Paige; watch what I am doing to you." He
ordered softly, his lips moving against her neck.
Her eyes dropped immediately to where his fingers slid slowly
across her lips. Her mouth opened slightly when she watched his
finger disappear once more and stroke her sensitive core. Her head
dropped back against his shoulder, but she continued to watch as he
had instructed. She saw how his fingers danced across her clit, how
her pussy jumped in response to his caresses. Then she sucked in her
breath as yet another orgasm began to take shape. Just before the
release was upon her, he pulled his fingers away, grabbed her hand
and guided her finger to her spot.
Her eyes jerked to his in the mirror when she realized he wanted to
see her pleasing herself. Her fingers were already working. Slowly at
first, she was right there, just a few more. Her finger began to rub
furiously against her clit while she watched the look of pleasure
spread across this face. She felt his cock twitch against her back and
she slipped her other hand down and inserted a finger inside while she
continued to rub. She knew how to please herself, that was not a
problem. She had just never done so with someone watching her and
that added an element of excitement.
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His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers twisting and pulling at her
nipples through the bra and there it was, finally, gasping loudly while
she found the release she was waiting for. She felt drained, but she
knew she wasn't finished yet.
He was far from being satisfied himself and she wanted to make
sure he was fulfilled just as much as she was. Her legs protested
when she stood, but he allowed her to move away from him. With her
fingers still slick with her own cum, she placed her fingertip against
his lips and he quickly sucked her fingers into his mouth, tasting her.
Her other hand came down and grabbed his cock and he closed his
eyes for a moment, his tongue caressing the fingers still in his mouth.
Her body ached and she felt like they had been going at it for hours.
Amazingly, she was still horny and wanted more. Taking him in
hand, she started to go back down on him but he pulled her face to his.
"On top, now." He kissed her on the mouth, and then scooted back
on the bed, his legs spread eagle and his shaft standing straight up, at
attention waiting for her attention.
Paige grinned and crawled onto the bed. Instead of doing as he
instructed, she took him in her hand again and ran her fingers along
the pulsating vein underneath. She explored, looking at him, running
her hands along his six-pack, feeling the muscles of his stomach
clench under his skin at her touch. She smiled when he closed his
eyes and allowed her to touch him. She stroked the length of him.
Wanting to take him into her mouth, instead she stood on the bed and
looked down at him.
Opening his eyes and looking up at her, a grin was on his face as he
watched her step forward and place a foot on either side of his hips.
Slowly, she hunkered down. Her knees spread, very un-lady like,
but hell, he had already seen it, so she lowered herself down. Once
again pulling the panties aside, her wet lips touched his enlarged head,
she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes closed at the feel of herself
being impaled on his large cock.
From that position, she was completely open and all he had to do
was lift up and into her and she came down onto him. He was in as
far as he could go.
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His hips slapped against her ass. He grabbed her hips and held her
still while he rose up.
She braced herself with her hands on her knees to keep from falling
over, he pumped into her. The sensation from that angle was unlike
anything she had felt before and it sent red hot heat racing through
her.
He was right there, she could tell by how red his face flushed but he
continued. On an exhale of breath he demanded. "Play with yourself,
cum with me."
She didn't hesitate. Her finger found just the right angle and she
worked her clit back and forth. Her fingers slipped back and felt him
sliding inside her, she pressed against him and heard him growl and
slammed up into her even harder and faster. Her fingers found her
nub again and after a couple quick jerks she felt herself clinch down
on him, his fingers bruising her hips, he gripped her tightly and
shouted his release while she screamed hers.
Her knees fell to the bed and she pitched forward, no longer able to
support her weight, she panted on top of him and heard him chuckle
while he panted with her. They were both hot and dripping with
sweat.
She rolled onto the bed beside him, his arm around the back of her
neck.
"Damn!" They both exclaimed in a groan at the same time and
laughed in unison. Releasing a deep breath, Paige squirmed to the
side of the bed. She never liked the feeling of things oozing
afterward. She didn't feel it now, but that didn't mean it wouldn't
happen. So she got up and wobbled on weak legs to the bathroom.
After cleaning up, she headed back into the bedroom to find Casey
standing naked by the window, looking out. When she came in, he
turned and smiled, touched her cheek with his fingertips when he
passed on the way to the bathroom. Slipping out of the bra and
panties, Paige crawled into bed with a quiet groan escaped when
plopped down.
He must have heard because he called from the bathroom. "You
ok? I didn't hurt you did I?"
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She laughed. "No, I'm fine, just going to be a little sore tomorrow."
His head popped around the corner with a concerned look on his
face. "That means I hurt you then."
"No, you didn't hurt me, promise." She held up her fingers as if
giving a scouts honor and he shook his head with a disbelieving snort.
"I just used muscles I didn't know I had." She admitted, hoping he
would finally begin to think she was too old for him and end it before
he broke her heart.
He had cleaned up then came back into the room. The light beside
the bed showed his trim muscular body when he ran naked towards
her and jumped on the bed.
She squealed and covered her head when he landed with his feet on
either si
de of her. He fell to his knees and sat down slightly on her
hips, pulled the cover back and kissed her hard on the lips. "Don't
ever think you are too old for me woman. You are only nine years
older than me. It's not like I'm your son's age."
She pulled back and stared at him. Now there was no way in hell
he could have known she thought that. Her face wouldn't have shown
that. Squinting, she looked at him suspiciously while he pulled the
sheet back and climbed into bed beside her.
Okay, now she hadn't expected him to stay the night. He pulled her
to him and held her close even though it was still hot and muggy in
the room. Paige lay there listening while his breathing evened out and
he fell asleep. Wrapped in his arms, with a satisfied but wary smile
she snuggled into his strong body.
* * * *
Lying there staring at the ceiling she must have dozed off because
the next thing she knew she was being wakened by banging on her
door. Her heart pounding in her throat, she felt around the bed, and
realized Casey was gone. Grabbing her robe, she wrapped it around
her body, quickly glancing in through the bathroom door that stood
open, he wasn't in there. Then the living room on her way to the door,
Casey was no-where to be found.
Peeping through the peep-hole she didn't see anyone, so she opened
the door to look around and found Casey standing to the side, a box of
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donuts and two coffees in his hand, another white rose between his
teeth that he smiled around.
Shaking her head with a frown, her heart still pounding in her chest
she moved back and allowed him to come in, then closed and locked
the door.
Sitting everything on the counter, he grabbed the rose out of his
mouth, turned back to her and even though she still frowned, he gave
her a peck on the end of her nose.
"Morning beautiful." Grabbing her shoulders lightly, he guided her
over to the couch, with a gentle push, made her sit down.
For some reason, she was feeling very grumpy and even his cute
little dimpled smile didn't cheer her up.
"I take it you are not a morning person?" He asked around the stem
of the rose in his mouth while he did a balancing act, carrying the two
coffees and a plate he had stacked with donuts, he brought to the
coffee table.
She snorted, rolling her eyes and gave him a reluctant smile when
he motioned with his chin for her to take the rose. Fingering the soft
petals, she leaned her head back against the cushion and looked at
him. "You know this is crazy don't you."
"Yep, that's why it's fun." He responded, biting into one of the
donuts, taking over half of it in the one bite.
She shook her head. She was delusional, didn't know what she was
doing; this was not going to work. She let the rose rest against her
belly. "Don't you have to go fly or something, or do whatever it is
you do?"
"Why Paige, it sounds as if you are trying to get rid of me." Casey
was working on his second donut while she stared at him. When she
didn't respond, he stopped chewing and looked over at her. "Do you
really want me to leave?"
She groaned and shook her head. "No. I don't want you to leave.
I'm just not used to waking up with anyone pounding on my door, and
especially not by someone so damned cute, perky and nice in the
mornings."
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Casey leaned over and kissed her on the tip of the nose again.
"Sorry, I forgot to grab the key card to let myself back in." At the lift
of her eyebrows, "Assuming that would have been okay."
"Yeah, that's fine." She knew she sounded bitchy, but she was just
being, well, bitchy. If he wanted to be around her, then he could learn
to deal with her. I'm tired of tip toeing around other people's
emotions. If I want to be in a bad mood, I want to be in a bad mood
and not have to worry that I am making someone mad at me.
Working on his next donut already, she shook her head at how fast
he could put them away. No wonder he had bought a dozen of them.
"You can be as grumpy as you want. What I told you last night goes.
I don't understand it myself, but Paige, I do love you."
She held up her hand and closed her eyes. She didn't want him
saying that to her. "Please, give me time to get accustomed to this and
decide what I want to do." She picked the rose up off the silk robe and
lifted it to her nose. White roses were her favorite. Snagging the
donut that he had just picked up, she took a bite of it and closed her
eyes when the sugary greasy taste filled her mouth. It had been so
long since she had had a donut, it tasted like heaven.
"Okay, so you know, I'm not afraid to tell you how I feel." He
leaned back and pulled her to him in a light hug. "But I do have to
run. I don't know if I can stop by tonight, but I will talk with you
later."
At her nod, she stood up and followed him into the kitchen where
he grabbed his coffee and headed for the door. At the door, he turned
and pulled her to him with his one free hand and kissed her softly on
the lips. "If you go back to bed, dream of me, I'll be thinking of you."
He pulled the door open and was gone.
Frowning again, she leaned against the door with her fingers
touching her lips. They tingled from where he had just kissed her and
the glass along with the other one he had given her; she shuffled back
to the bedroom. Glancing at the clock at the bedside table told her it
was only six am. It was too damned early to be up on a Sunday
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morning; and too damned early to be up after the activities of the
night before.
Plopping down on the bed, she threw her arm over her eyes to
block out the early morning light that flooded the room. The sun in
Japan tended to rise bright and early. Moaning, she pulled the pillow
over her face and buried herself in the bed and fell back to sleep to the
smells of Casey filling her senses.
She did dream of him. His hands touching her the way he had the
night before, kissing her neck. But each time she looked at his face,
his eyes would blaze red and then go solid black.
* * * *
The sound of knocking woke her from her troubled dreams.
Jumping out of bed, wide awake in an instant, she threw on her robe.
Pushing the dream aside, her heart pounded in her chest and her
stomach did a little flip flop of excitement that Casey returned, a silly
smile plastered across her face and she yanked the door open without
looking.
But it wasn't Casey standing there. The smile faltered and she
stared in disbelief for a moment before stepping forward and kissing
him on the cheek. Stepping back, she motioned for him to come into
the room. Oh shit! Her mind raced to what had happened the night
before and nearly turned to sprint back into the bedroom to make sure
nothing of his had been left behind. She felt the heat rise up her neck
and spread across her fa
ce.
"How, how did you get on base?" She stammered, not believing
that Dalton actually stood in front of her. "When?"
Pulling his overnight bag behind him, he plopped down on the
couch, smiled and pulled her across his lap. His mouth found hers. It
was automatic to give him a quick kiss and pull back, but this time his
hand came up behind her head and held her in place, his tongue
slipped between her surprised lips and slid across her teeth.
This was so not supposed to be happening; she was stunned that her
husband had shown up. Out of the blue and in Japan of all places and
after what had happened the past couple of days. A couple hours
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sooner and he would have met Casey going out the door. She wanted
to crawl into the corner and die.
"Come on babe, aren't you happy to see me?" Dalton held her in his
arms, leaning back against the sofa and stared at her.
"Of course I am." She responded immediately. She knew her face
was still red. "I just didn't expect you to be standing there."
"I'm gonna jump in the shower, be out in a bit then we can go grab
lunch or something." Dalton pushed her from his lap onto the sofa
then stood.
"But aren't you tired after a sixteen hour flight?" Paige called to his
back while he walked away, running her hand through her hair, still
not believing that he was there.
"No, I got here yesterday. You were out. I didn't want to bother
you and I would just be sleeping anyway, so I got another room."
The shower came one while she paced, biting at the corner of her
fingernail. Then remember her fresh manicure and jerked her hand
out of her mouth. Rosa had planned on them going out again that
night and couldn't go now that Dalton was there. Dammit, she was
looking forward to going. Oh hell, what was she going to do now?
The guilt of what she had done slammed into her. Her stomach was
twisted in knots and she thought she was going to be sick. Her mouth
hung open. She looked around the room trying to think of a way out
of this mess.
"I'm going over to talk to Rosa." "Okay babe!"
Her breath caught slightly.
Pounding on the door, she pushed it open before Rosa could stick