Oh my goodness….this is the longest chapter yet. And FYI, I've changed the rating on this story to an "M" because of this chapter. It's difficult to write about Tom and Sasha's chemistry together without at least a little "smut".
Soooooo…..CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED: This chapter is chock full of smut….so if you don't like that sort of thing, skip through until I write Chapter 5.
If you DO like that sort of thing, please read on and let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy!
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After locking the door, Tom turned around to look at Sasha lying on his bed and allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of her. She looked so beautiful lying there watching him with a coy smile on her lips.
It had been a long time…at least for Tom. It seemed as if he'd left on that last fateful mission so long ago in the hopes of returning after only a few months. He and Darien had weathered separations countless times during their marriage, so he had every expectation they would do it again. The "reunion" was always fantastic and something he looked forward to once the mission was complete.
However, fate had other plans in store and the world changed on that last "at sea". Everyone and everything changed and the crew of Nathan James returned to only a shell of the life they'd known before.
Alas, a reunion with Darien was not to be.
Instead of a reunion or "welcome home"…he lost her. Truthfully, he felt like he'd also lost himself and struggled ever since to find his way back. Darien had been his "rock" and his "home base". She was the one person on the earth close enough to see the most vulnerable sides of him. She loved him fiercely and he had loved her just as fiercely in return. Losing her had been devastating for him and perhaps one of the reasons he had finally cracked under the pressure that ensued after her death.
It had been almost two years since the world had 'gone to hell'. The entire Nathan James crew had been focused on the mission during that time; Especially Tom. Distributing The Cure to those who needed it was their main priority and focus and they all sacrificed much in their quest to save the world. They had also lost so many people they loved. It was the guilt of those they'd lost that had driven Tom to leave the Navy and go home.
Two long years…
…..Then Sasha came back into his life and began stirring something inside of him just as she'd done the first time they'd met. No one had ever sparked his temper or fueled his passion like Sasha. They were like 'oil and water'. Some would argue that wasn't a good mix, but it had always worked for them….. At least before their careers took them on different paths and they ended up going in different directions.
After all Tom had lost, perhaps fate was finally smiling on him by bringing Sasha back into his life. He couldn't help but wonder…..and hope. The timing may not have been right the first time around, but after seeing her show up on his doorstep that morning, he was convinced this time could be different.
The challenge of the moment was that he was spending too much energy contemplating how long it had been since he'd been with someone he loved. The pressure was on, if only in his mind, to do things right and make it special for them. Being Captain of a Naval Destroyer on a mission to literally "save the world" wasn't exactly conducive to more 'intimate activities'. As such, he was finding it difficult to stay focused and take things slowly after two years of celibacy; Especially as he looked at his Sasha….ready and waiting on his bed.
His attention hesitated…..Did he just think of her as "his Sasha"?
And did he still love her after all these years?
There was no point denying either statement. He wanted her to be his and only his from that point on.There was also no denying how much he still loved her. He just hoped he could make this a memorable night for them both. Tom was used to being in control of things….even in the bedroom…..and he was determined to make this good for her. Taking this step would change everything in their relationship and he wanted to make it memorable.
He allowed himself a few more seconds to watch her as he inhaled deeply and tried to calm his nerves. God, she was gorgeous. Why did he suddenly feel so nervous?
Sasha watched him begin to walk slowly towards her. She could feel his eyes caressing and making love to her even before he touched her. When he reached the bed, he leaned over, pulled her up to a sitting position and began kissing her while his hands made quick work of removing her t-shirt and throwing it to the floor. With one layer of clothing gone, he put his hands on her waist and moved them up ever so slowly until he found her breasts. He kissed a path across her jaw and cheek until he reached her neck once again focusing on the spot he knew drove her crazy. Tom's wicked tongue and mouth continued their assault on her senses as his hands moved around and unhooked her bra with little effort at all. It quickly joined her t-shirt on the floor.
It was taking all the strength she had to remain in a seated position and let him do all the work. She wanted to straddle him or lay back down so she could feel the weight of him between her legs. The ache at her core was demanding a release….any release….. but Tom wasn't allowing it. It was obvious he wanted to control the pace, so she let him do so.
Her reasons for doing so weren't entirely selfish: Yes, she knew he liked to control things and would make this fantastic for both of them…..but she also sensed this one act of intimacy could be the beginning of "healing" for him
Tom had lost so much and had been "letting go" of things for a while. Perhaps allowing him to take the reins would give him some confidence back. It was a slow and wonderful torture letting him do everything…..even though her insides were screaming to touch him….
…..taste him…..
….feel him.
As if reading her thoughts, Tom gently pushed her back until her head rested on the pillow. He moved her arms above her head and held them in place with one hand while his mouth continued to make its way tortuously down her body.
Sasha tried to speak, but it was difficult to form a coherent thought with Tom's mouth, tongue, and hands causing every nerve ending on her body to jump for joy. She could barely speak a word let alone speak in sentences that made any sense.
"Tom….." she whispered breathlessly.
He held tightly onto her hands as his legs straddled hers effectively holding her in place.
"Tom, stop a minute…"
"No," he mumbled softly as he continued to kiss her senseless.
"Please….I want to…..touch you…" He continued to interrupt her with kisses. " I mean….I need to…..do something…..for….."
"Shhhhhhhh…"
She felt his breath on her skin and could have sworn he left scorch marks in its wake. She was burning up…..aching…needy…
"You have too many clothes on," Sasha's voice was impatient as the words tumbled out and she wiggled attempting to free her hands from his grasp. His grip only tightened and she felt her toes curl at the sound of him chuckling at her frustration.
"Patience, Sasha," his voice vibrated softly against her sensitive skin.
Oh, he knew what he was doing. Her mind faltered and all she could think was "That laugh….sexy as hell…..The man is quite simply trying to kill me!"
But what a way to die!
"I've never been a patient woman." She gasped and arched her back in response as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began suckling. She felt the "zing" all the way to her core which was growing painfully needy of some attention of its own. Tom let go and kissed his way to the other breast to give the same attention.
"Mmmmmm, maybe I can help you with that….You know…help you learn to be more patient," he teased.
"No you will not, Tom Chandler!" she spat although he knew she wasn't angry; Incredibly turned on and frustrated, maybe…but not angry. "Just remember, I can andwill pay you back for this torture."
He looked up and smiled again before closing his mouth over hers in a slow, deep, thorough kiss. When he fixed his eyes on her again, the intense gaze of his blue eyes almost made her heart stop. She was seeing so much even though he wasn't uttering a word.
Then, he winked at her.
The same damned wink that made her come undone without any other provocation. Sasha whimpered on the verge of major frustration. She needed him to hurry things along!
"Don't do that to me!" she said.
His eyes shot up in surprise. "Don't do what?"
She shot him an incredulous look. "WINK at me with those damned gorgeous blue eyes!"
Once again, he sensed it. "I'll get you there, baby. I promise. Just let me love you for a few minutes, okay?"
She had no choice. She was quite literally at his mercy.
Then, he quickly stopped what he was doing and started trying to remove her pants. As soon as his mouth left her body, Sasha immediately craved his touch again. Since he'd freed her hands to work on getting her pants off, she helped get them off in record time. However, when her hands moved to remove her panties as well, he stopped her again.
"Uh-uh," he admonished. "Let me do it."
She huffed in frustration but he only smiled…..again.
He loved what he was doing to her.
He saw her pupils dilate as she swallowed hungrily. Tom held her gaze as he moved a hand down and ran a finger across the lace edge of her panties. Her eyes grew hungry and heard the her sudden intake of breath as her stomach fluttered beneath his touch.
He smiled softly at her. "You're so beautiful."
He leaned down to kiss her again as his fingers made their way inside the black lace of her panties and moved towards her core. He could feel her heat even before he got there. As he coaxed her mouth open to slide his tongue inside, he slipped a finger inside her wet center. Sasha moaned into his mouth and it was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. All he could think about in that moment was making her happy.
Tom continued his relentless seduction until she felt as if she wouldn't last another second. She closed her eyes as the tension continued to build. His fingers were magic…..absolute magic…..He knew exactly what to do to bring her to the edge. It wasn't long before she felt herself exploding around him. Instinctively, she started to close her legs, but Tom wouldn't allow it. Instead, he held them open as he watched her come.
"Damn, baby," he sighed as he watched her come down from her high.
Sasha found her voice, "Tom…I need….to touch you…please."
Her pleas finally forced him to acquiesce; He reluctantly removed his fingers and put them into his mouth to taste her. He watched and saw her eyes spark before her tongue flicked out unconsciously to lick her lips. Seeing her watch him as he tasted her was one of the most damned erotic moments he'd ever experienced.
He wanted to do it again…..and again…..and again.
Tom leaned up far enough for her to pull his shirt out of the waist of his pants. Sasha quickly removed it and added it to the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor. Then, she ran her palms up and down his chest marveling at the way he had changed over the years. Tom had always been gorgeous, but he had filled out in all the right places making him even more irresistible now that he was older.
He was all man.
110% man….and she never wanted to let him go again.
Sasha kissed him as her hands made their way to his waist attempting to undo the button of his pants. As soon as the button and zipper were down, she moved her hand inside to cup him and smiled at the hardness she felt.
Now it was Tom's turn to pant. She heard his intake of breath as she began stroking him. "Sasha!….." he moaned.
Smiling, she kissed her way to his ear and whispered, "Take off your pants, Sailor. I have something for you."
He didn't have to be told twice and the two of them worked quickly to throw his pants to the pile on the floor. He moved back to the bed and Sasha surprised him with a move that put him underneath her. Looking up as she straddled him, he saw the wicked glint in her eyes.
He was almost afraid to ask. "What's on your mind, Ms Cooper."
Her grin widened. "You know what they say about 'payback', Captain Chandler….Now it's my turn."
Sasha leaned down and began kissing a path from his neck all the way down to the 'magic trail' leading to where she really wanted to be. When she reached the waist of his shorts, she pulled them down finally freeing him from the confines of his boxer briefs. She took him into her hand and began stroking up and down…ever so slowly.
When she finally leaned down and took him into her mouth, he closed his eyes on a hiss. "Damn, Sasha!"
She was only able to pleasure him for a couple of minutes before his arms reached down to pull her up the length of his body. Before she knew it, she was on the bottom again with Tom situated between her legs pressing against her core. It was the most delicious feeling and she could barely wait another moment. Thankfully, Tom was right there with her. His eyes locked onto her as he entered in one big thrust. They both moaned in ecstasy as they found a steady rhythm and felt the buildup rising inside. Sasha wrapped her legs around him allowing him to go deeper and felt her every nerve ending come alive.
"Tom….oh my God…..Don't stop….." she panted.
"I'm right here with you, baby," he said as he continued to rock in to her. "Come for me…"
That was all Sasha needed before she felt the tension burst and sweet waves of release wash over her. Within seconds, Tom joined her and they both rode out the aftershocks before collapsing. Not wanting to crush her, Tom held their bodies together as he shifted so she was laying on top of him with her head nestled on his shoulder. He kept one hand on her bottom as the other stroked up and down her back and heard her contented sigh.
He couldn't help but smile.
"I'd forgotten how good we were together," Sasha finally whispered.
"Me too," he answered.
She waited a beat and said…..
"Wanna do it again?"
His chuckle was the only answer she needed before they were on to Round 2.
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