Chapter Twenty-Five (The Beginning...) Part Two (MATURE SITUATIONS...NO MINORS PLEASE)
Taylor's hand ran gently up his thigh, into the slit of his trunks, cupping his buttocks, the warmth imprinted on his backside. She ran her fingers down his thigh then back up, liking the feel of the coarse hairy, muscular flesh.. She turned her head, planting a open mouthed kiss on the surface just above his knee, her tongue tasting him leisurely.
Taylor sought his eyes, her own emerald ones holding a sultry stare. She reached with her free hand, stroking his chest lovingly. Her naked breasts pressed against his thigh, her leg moving slowly, suggestively..up his outer thigh, the opposite one, rubbing his flesh. She turned her head again, nipping his flesh playfully, on the hard tendons of his thigh.
She lifted herself on one elbow, scooting closer to the man, her lips trailing a warm path across his stomach into the crisp hair covering his manhood. She nuzzled the area, transferring her attention once more to his rigidly protruding cock. She loved the virility of his scent.
Saunders didn't have the balls to put a stop to her pastime. For the simple fact, he didn't want to do so.
"Take it slow, baby." He warned, his voice holding little of it's former certainty. He watched her, a flame building within his loins. He cupped her head, his touch incredibly sensual in nature.
She slid him down her throat agonizingly slow, that teasing tongue wrapping seductively around the solid firmness she held in her hand. Taylor liked the clean taste of the man. The warm flesh potently addictive. She raked her finger nails definitively over his sack several times before she cupped the heavy testicles in her hand rolling them about erotically.
Saunders closed his eyes, his head falling back as he allowed himself to enjoy the moment, his fingers tightening in the red curls, holding her stationary.
He could not stop a low growl of pleasure from escaping his throat, his mind transported to a very sensual place..
Taylor was encouraged, the sound vibrating along her nerve endings deliciously. She enjoyed pleasing this man. He responded so well, after all. She withered with ecstasy as his hand squeezed her breast, fondling it several times..his fingers finding her nipple, his thumb running over the taunt peak repeatedly, making it hard and sensitive.
She rewarded him with a rough suckling, her tongue lapping hungrily over his large head. She licked at the huge bulb, gently raking the underside of his sack yet again for it seemed to give the man pause.
Saunders breath was much more shallow, his gaze deepening with emotion as he watched her work her magic. His fingers teased lightly over the folds of her vulva. The man would occasionally place his middle finger at the entrance of her hollow adding just enough pressure to make her even more wet than she already was, but he would never enter her. It was frustrating the hell out of her. She tried harder to get him to become more 'involved', her hand beginning a gentle pumping motion on the base of his tool.
His hand covered her's instantly, halting her efforts. "I said..." He chastised, smacking her bare ass with a stinging reprimand. "Slow."
Taylor moaned softly, the sting exciting her all the more. She arched her body, presenting her breasts to the man, her hand grasping his, running the calloused palm along her body, over her flesh..guiding it to her mounds. He further hampered her good mood by removing himself entirely from her grasp.
He leaned, taking her nipple into his mouth, suckling her scoldingly. Taylor grunted weakly, pushing at his chest but he took her wrist, pinning it evenly with her shoulder height, finishing the action to his satisfaction. At the completion, the woman was withering and compliant. She slithered against him, the heat of her moistness rubbing against the inside of his thigh.
He glanced at the contact, pushing his thigh hard against her aching middle but..that was all he did. Damn him.
The woman withered, her skin tingling and alive. "W-What..." She gasped breathlessly, squirming restlessly about, the cool sheets hurting her overly sensitive skin suddenly. "Do..you want?" She was not adverse to giving him anything...anything! Her heated gaze told him as much. She was disheveled and beautiful in her desperation. The flaming red hair fanned about the whiteness of his pillow case in a gorgeous array. He had never seen anything more alluring or..sensually erotic.
His palm slid down her body, coming to rest over the small bulge of her stomach. His fingers spread over the satin flesh and he leaned, placing his mouth on the space. For some reason, Taylor found the act more intimate than when he had first tested her wetness with his finger.
She blushed fully, in taking her breath sharply, her body stiffening slightly. She sought his countenance, confused and slightly disturbed by the man's aim.
He arose slowly, towering over her prone figure, his gaze a branding one as it traveled the curves and outline of her form. He grasped her hips with his hands, tugging her roughly down to the edge of the mattress, her legs spread on either side of his powerful thighs. His eyes were transfixed, his manner, one of brooding intensity. He was planted on the carpet, his feet apart, the mattress just the right height for what he had in mind.
Taylor had never felt more like a woman. She ran her hands down her body, the slow, smoothing trek ending in the 'V' between her legs. She touched herself, knowing it pleased him when she did. She closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to take flight. She kneaded one breast, grimacing for the painful pleasure her touch evoked, sighing lightly.
She felt the man's strong fingers join her's, their touch forcing her eyes to start open. She lifted a provocative stare. The soldier took the challenge, sliding his middle appendage into her humid gap, pushing deep and strong, several rapid strokes, his thumb playing in the wet curls. He could feel her cavity convulse with quick, uncontrolled spasms. He removed his finger instantly. Her groans were music to his ears but..
"You're too damned close." He growled his growing frustration.
She opened totally vulnerable eyes. Wasn't that the point she wondered silently.
"Fuck it, Taylor!" The man had wanted..a prolonged encounter. "I've wanted it all fucking day out there!"
But, she only reached up, pulling his face down for her kiss. An electric jolt ran through her torso at the brooding lips touch, and she wrapped her legs about his waist, holding him tightly pressed to her, abdomen to abdomen...stomach to stomach... She could feel his unyielding erection flattened between their bodies. She rolled slinkily against it, loving the feel.
"Then..." She whispered sexily in his ear. "Take it."
"Take it, hell.." He bitched. "I put it in and you'll cream!"
"Or..." She smiled seductively for him. "...You will."
"BITCH!" He cursed vehemently, shifting strategically, forcing his cock into the lubricated little piece of ass he loved so much to violate.
Taylor moaned weakly, lifting to his administrations, beginning the ancient movements of love making this man had taught her so well.
Instead of chastising such an unwise move, the man joined her in the slow, rhythmic gyrations, his body crying out for some sort of release from the exquisite torture she was inflicting. His mouth joined with her's, his arms engulfing her body and they 'danced'.. Each building a fire, their movements stoking the burning embers of lust grinding away at their psyches.
Saunder's breath mingled with the woman's..the shallow gasps fanning her face, smelling of spearmint and desperation. "Move it..." He commanded hoarsely, brokenly, fighting for equilibrium and air. His palm cupped her ass cheek, directing her how he wanted it and he moved fluidly, pushing deep into her. "...Do me!"
The woman's tummy convulsed with the crude rejoinder, and she whimpered feebly, allowing all he wished, increasing the tempo of her movements to heady, undulating..volatile... lunges. Swallowing him wantonly..luxuriantly..with each sumptuous push.
Saunders reacted more than responded..his thrusts intensifying. His arms tightening about the petite frame, his hands rough and randomly searching out the satin of her flesh at every possible contact point, coming finally to rest on her outer thigh, as he held her slightly back and away that he might 'see' the conclusion of their love-making as well as 'experience' it.
The sight of the tight, suffocating little cunt engulfing his thickness over and over again, sent him over the edge. He allowed the continuous and prolonged ache to build to it's maximum peak of endurance, gasping/growling loudly..the intensity blinding his senses momentarily into a red hued dullness then..reverberated sharply throughout his body like quick silver lightening strikes, which twitched his nerves and jerked his entire frame several tremulous jolts as his semen ejaculated caustically of it's own accord from his throbbing apparatus.
Saunders groaned a soul wrenching sound, momentarily lost in the euphoria of completion, his body in the throes of a passionate awakening. He allowed himself to sink into the violet aura surrounding them, the invisible force pulling him deeper and deeper into it's pulsating center.
The circle of light exploded into a thousand tiny crescendoes, each bursting apart inside his mind, rapidly consuming his emotions, then expanding them violently outward, like a star spinning wildly out of control as it burns itself bright just before dulling to throbbing intensity.
The soldier lay panting heavily, exhausted..his muscles twitching from the strain of all that had happened to his body. He held tight to his universe, nuzzling the damp red hair, drinking in the scent of the sweaty little body. She smelled of baby powder and some light, sensual perfume. He suckled her neckline attempting to taste the elusively powerful aphrodisiac, his tongue and mouth marking his territory.
The woman sighed dreamily, snuggling to his chest, her fingers gripping his dog tags between her breasts, the small hands holding the metal taps firmly.
For one brief moment, the man wondered if she had gotten her's, so absorbed was he in the final stages of the.. exchange. But Taylor was so mellow and relaxed in his arms. So warm and..quiet. He recognized the symptoms, relaxing mentally and physically. He had done his job if by accident alone.
He cupped her head into the crook of his shoulder, laying his chin on the top of the shining crown of her hair, his eyes closing sleepily. All the tension had drained away, his body's energy level leveling off. He listened to the sound of her gentle, even breathing and the soft rumble of the air conditioner.
Taylor shivered involuntarily, shifting closer to his warmth. He pulled the ends of the sheets over them, tucking the material snuggle about her body, returning his embrace.
They fell asleep, his leg thrown carelessly over her's, their bodies amiably intertwined.
Saunders stirred from his pleasant state, the insistent knocking arousing him somewhat.
Suddenly, he was back in 'the field', starting from a too sound sleep, alarmed and disoriented.
Krauts!
They had found them..he reached for his Tommy, but it was missing. His hand fumbled frantically.
The man jerked awake, his eyes wildly searching out the missing weapon. And then..the visions faded and his eyes..focused on the disarrayed hotel room with it's brown carpet and worn furniture and.. He glanced groggily at the sleeping woman beside him, then struggled into action, grasping a pair of jeans off the floor, quickly donning them.
He made it to the door in a couple of strides, zipping up as he went, careful not to catch anything vital in the process. Throwing open the door, he shielded his eyes from the brightness of the day.
It was late afternoon, the sun was setting directly in front of the hotel. He turned his head from the glare, remembering to shield the room with his body. Taylor was under the mistaken impression their relationship was a state secret.
He could tell by Caje's discrete shifting of the dark eyes and poorly hidden smirk that he was correct in his own assumption that..pretty much everyone under the sun was 'aware'..but unlike Taylor, the Sergeant didn't give a rat's ass who 'knew'.
"Hey." He nodded his greeting to a fellow soldier. "What's up."
"Sorry, Sarge." The young Cajun crooked his head back to the vicinity of the beach and the guys. "I told them we should leave you the hell alone. We're headed to the Tiki bar down the way..the one with the big fake sea shell out by the highway? Want to come?"
Saunders scratched the back of his head absently, then rubbed his jaw line. "I'm kinda..wiped." He couldn't think of a better excuse just now. "I'll catch up with you guys later.. The Tiki bar?"
"Yeah. The one by the hotel we first stayed at." They had all decided to move closer to the beach after that first day.
"Oh yeah." His memory was suitably jogged. "Well...you guys stay out of trouble."
"If you, eh..." Caje thought how to say it politely. "See Taylor? Tell her the plans, ok?"
"Yeah." Saunders appreciated the man's attempt at civility. "Yeah, last time I saw her?" He purposely glanced back to his bed, letting Caje know..he knew the score and all was well in 'Taylor' land. "She was battling with a four year old..didn't look good for our side."
Caje chuckled. "...She should pick on someone her own size."
"That's what I said." The Sarge shrugged. "I'll hook up with you later."
"Good enough." Caje went on his way. The Sarge watched the man's retreat for a while.
Saunders glanced around, taking in the scene outside his present domain. Sand dunes obscured the view of the beach but he could hear the sound of the surf and the muffled activities of those who still frequented the long stretch of ocean front property. Children laughing and running wild. Parents barbequing and visiting. Friends chatting boisterously about everyday topics. Small rises of green vegetation sprung up along the ridges giving the white sand bars the feel of a still life landscape.
The wind felt bracing on his face, bare chest and feet. The sunset was peacefully serene, the huge ball of orange fading into the green crystal of the ocean.
He shut the door on the outside world, the cool quietness of the room somehow soothing his troubled mind. The awakening had seemed so real at first, as it always did. The panic he had felt was not unfamiliar. He had lived with fear and uncertainty so long, it felt 'abnormal' to be without it at times.
He pushed the feelings back inside his mind as he often was forced to do these days. In France, he had learned to focus 'in the moment'. To not think about 'tomorrow' or even the next few minutes. He had seen too many guys buy it so quickly that it boggled the mind. One second, walking along a country road and the next..nothing but oblivion.
So, a guy just didn't think about it.
He walked to the bed, his gaze roaming over the still sleeping woman. Taylor lay, wrapped partially by the sheet, her nakedness hid for the most part but the curves and shape were all discernable.
His eyes measured the feminine form meticulously. The rounded slope of her hip and buttocks, the smooth, slender softness of her shoulders with the dark tan lines which corresponded so aesthetically pleasing to the white cream of her flesh. The calf of her leg showing out from beneath the covers captivated him..the small delicate feet. She was ticklish there, he remembered, the thought making his smile a bit.
He simply stood, looking at her.
The red mass of ringlets and curls flowed down her back and over her shoulders. He liked the feel of the soft, lustrous wildness. Her face was beautifully symmetrical in shape, her skin, flawless. She burned easily and he hadn't minded one little bit, applying lotion to prevent such an occurrence. Being allowed to touch her in places no other man was allowed..and with uncensored freedom the woman never once questioned.
How the hell had he gotten so lucky? Where was it written, he deserved someone like Darcy Taylor. She was out of his league, pure and simple. He knew it. Others probably suspected it. This woman was incredibly beautiful. That she did not know it, was even more testimony to her credentials, in his book.
She was kind by nature, even having managed to retain a rather naive.. Doc had said one time, even 'whimsical' view of the world and it's inhabitants..this, despite all she had to endure over the past three years.
That blew Saunders away. That she could put the horrors of what had been her reality behind her and just more forward in life, retaining an optimism and ingrained faith not only in her God but..her Species.
Sarge was not so circumvent any longer, he realized long ago. He had seen too much, lost so much of his soul to those nameless towns and places he had visited.
There was a darkness inside his mind.
He neither understood it or thought much about it one way or the other these days because..this woman understood..understood and...accepted. Hell..she even embraced it, for which he was eternally grateful.
She hadn't made him feel guilty or..worse, damaged. The first time she had merely..played along. She hadn't judged or condemned. She hadn't even spoken of the incident in the interim.
He had not meant to allow that part of him to touch her but..the moods came unbidden. Most times he could control them. Lock them away. But, that first time..he had drank too much with the guys..celebrated the wondrous sensation of unshackled freedom from life threatening situations..of constant danger..pain..gut-wrenching anxiety and loss.
He had lowered his defense mechanisms and..it had come.
The sex had been phenomenal..raw..basic..verging on..primitive.. He hadn't withheld any part of himself. He had been eager and..edgy. Maybe a little too rough. Having seen the bruises on her thighs the next morning, in the shower..
He had felt more than shitty..ashamed..embarrassed..miserable.
She had held him close, those incredible eyes showing him her soul. She still wanted him..in every capacity. Her actions had proven to him..she had not been offended or turned off by his..needs. She had knelt before him, pleasuring him completely..making him whole again with her loving ways.
And right now? He found himself wishing to experience that excitement again..the primal intensity..the sexual connection. Her body aroused him. She was lovely, exclusively his..he wanted to taste that rush again.
The feelings built in the pit of his stomach, flowing downward to his dick. It lengthened, the head swelling with the blood that raced through his veins.
He unzipped his jeans, stepping out of the last remaining remnants of civilized obstruction.
She lay, unsuspecting, cuddling a pillow to her breasts.
He moved silently..stealthily..as he had when approaching the enemy. He was finally back..in his element and he felt..alive. His body hummed with vitality, his mind, sharp..clear..precise.
He remembered this feeling. He reveled in it. He was whole again. He felt..normal.