The Tracy Family and Thunderbirds are the creation of Sylvia and Gerry Anderson
Author's Note: Warning. This chapter contains a whole lot more sexually graphic action. Well, I can't just leave them high and dry and unfulfilled, can I!
Chapter 101
With almost reluctance he stopped what he was doing but only 'almost' because he knew there would be more, so much more to enjoy. His hand moved back up a little over her flat, firm stomach and, hooking his thumb over the waistband of her garment, he slid his hand around onto her hip, while at the same time bringing his other hand down over her body and slipping it under the lacy thong in the same manner. As he tracked soft kisses down her back he lowered himself, pushing the scant lacy material that was the last of her barriers to him, over her hips and letting it fall to the floor.
Scott took in every sensuous curve of her feminine form with hunger-filled eyes, drinking her in and, using his newly awakened sense of touch to the fullest, he massaged and caressed, with slow deliberation, the whole way up the back of her legs, taking time to linger over her soft and perfectly rounded butt. On his knees now, the temptation was just too much and he couldn't resist the urge for his hungry mouth to join in the caress, his tongue erotically stroking her golden skin, causing her to moan and sigh contentedly. There wasn't an inch he didn't kiss. Continuing on his journey upward, his hands, with fingers spread, roamed over her hips, following the line of her body into the small of her back. His kisses followed.
She was in heaven already, closing her eyes and rolling her head around, as she let herself go to the wonderful sensations he was creating in her. She knew he would be a sensitive and extremely sensual lover and he had not disappointed.
Tracking kisses and allowing his tongue to slowly trail up her spine, while his hands followed the curvaceous line of her back, he stood up, gentle fingers brushing aside the soft golden hair to expose her neck. He groaned with need as he, first brushed his lips lightly along the back of her neck, then buried his face, to cover it with hot kisses. At the same time his hands followed the line of her shoulders, snaking their way down her arms to eventually interlock his fingers with hers, gripping her tightly as his passion intensified. Breathing in the scent of her was intoxicating.
Turning her in his arms, his hot and throbbing arousal burned angrily at feeling her naked body pressed up against him, angry at being locked up and imprisoned still in clothing, longing to be at one with her, to have her tight around him. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life before and the wait was causing him exquisite agony but it would be worth it. They had waited so long to know each other fully and taking the time to stimulate each other in this way would only heighten the sensations they would experience to eventually tip them over the edge in that glorious crescendo that would consume them.
Scott gazed down on her now, lost in the wonder of her beauty and where this time was heading. Holding her face in his hands, his fingers through her soft golden hair, he burned his mouth on hers, taking her in one of their hot and passionate kisses; his tongue probing and exploring her willingly open mouth, mimicking the action of his finally fulfilling her. Groaning with reluctance, he pulled away but only to gaze with hungry and pleading eyes for her to undress him with the same slow and sensual seduction, longing to be free now to have his naked body pressed against hers and he could take her to his bed.
Now it was his turn. His heart pounded in his chest in anticipation and the music played on.
Jenna traced her fingers, once more, over the hard muscled chest, her eyes drinking in with delight the way his tailored black shirt hugged his body, accentuating his honed and toned physique and just begging to be ripped off. He looked so good in black. Perhaps it was because, along with his black hair and the hair she knew covered his chest, it made him seem deep, dark and dangerous, a man full of intense raw passion; an irresistible and sexually potent combination in her opinion. The man had immaculately good taste in clothes, though she reckoned he would look good in anything and, of course, in nothing at all!
He found it an erotic thrill to watch her appreciate him and, as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, tracing a finger down the middle of his chest as she did so, Scott pulled her hips in tightly to his, continuing to sway them to the seductive music. She drew in a breath, a hot rush shooting through her, as she felt his angry arousal press against her and for a moment, two pairs of hungry eyes, hungry for each other, gazed with unspoken and intense desire.
Half way down she pulled his shirt free from his waistband and as the last button was undone his shirt fell open to reveal the tanned and well-defined abdomen, made firm and toned by his years of exercise and healthy living, firm and well-defined but not rock hard like that of a body builder, which she had always thought unnatural and a huge turn-off. She gazed admiringly again on the tantalizing dark hair that covered his chest and that never failed to do things for her, reminding her of virility and Scott Tracy certainly had plenty of that.
Reaching out she placed soft hands lovingly on his abdomen, causing his muscles to flinch under her sensuous touch and his skin to come alive with what he could only describe as like tiny electric shocks. His flesh was warm, inviting, begging to be kissed but, of course, she would make him wait.
Biting her bottom lip provocatively, she then watched her caressing hands move up and over that glorious haired chest and, pushing his shirt back a little, felt him take in a breath, as she lingered over his zones of pleasure. She would be sure to pay them extra special attention shortly. Her hands continued, pushing his shirt over well-developed shoulders and down his arms with seductive slowness. Having let go of her hips, Scott let his shirt fall to the floor, where now she could gaze more fully on his perfectly honed and toned physique. This was a body she knew well, of course, a body she had washed and massaged many times in her nursing duties but her eyes roamed over him now, with delight, as though seeing him for the first time.
Starting with his muscular arms, she pushed her hands up, over and along his shoulders and down his body, feeling and appreciating his muscle tone, like she was caressing a fine piece of sculpture, which in her opinion he was. Biting her bottom lip again she eyed him with pure, wanton seduction, watching his reaction when she lingered over his now highly sensitive zones of pleasure, taking wicked delight in his intake of breath, as she began to teasingly stroke them with her fingers, while continuing to caress his chest. Watching her moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue, his eyes blazed with the dangerous fire of passion and arousal, enjoying these sexual games they were playing with each other.
He was so enjoying, too, this slow undressing and why wouldn't he. After all, he knew there was no risk of being called out on a rescue, not this time, not for him yet, so why not make the most of the slow burn that was setting fire to his body.
Rotating his head around on his neck, Scott groaned with deep contentment on feeling her soft and sensuous mouth kissing around his throat and feeling her breast brush tantalisingly against his skin, causing her to, briefly, catch her own breath. She continued to track kisses down his chest, breathing in his scent and he braced himself against the sensation he knew would follow, as his fingers played through her soft hair.
He wasn't disappointed; drawing in an audible breath and holding it, his face contorting with inextricable pleasure and groaning again as electric shock seared through his body when her mouth closed over and sensually caressed and playfully bit at the hard nub of his nipple. He found it even more highly erotic when she teasingly stroked it with her tongue, while at the same time caressing and stroking the other with her thumb. He would be very sure to torture her slowly in the same fashion when he took her to his bed.
Continuing on her downward journey, she kissed every inch of that firm and toned abdomen, at the same time lovingly caressing him with her soft and exploring hands, smiling to herself at feeling his muscles flinch under the touch of her warm lips.
They watched each other momentarily, unspoken words passing between them with just a look and both aware of their growing excitement, as now she found herself on her knees in front of him. With slow deliberation she undid the belt and fastenings of his black pants, as though she were taking great care in unwrapping the most wonderful and exciting gift. Pushing them over his hips, they fell to the floor, where Scott discarded them, along with his loafers, as though they were nothing more than an annoyance to him. With fascination she caressed and lovingly kissed each of his muscular thighs in turn, her hands then travelling up his side to his waist.
He watched as her talented hands pushed the last of his garments over his hips and, at last, as they fell to the floor, to be discarded with equal distain, he was free, free of all barriers between them. He sighed and closed his eyes, taking in the feel of her wonderfully explorative hands caressing his muscle-toned and tight butt. And did he have one tight, muscle-toned butt! Capable, she was sure, of endurance and stamina when it came to thrusting technique. Well, it was, simply, a medically scientific fact!
Scott braced himself again in readiness for what he knew she was about to do, something they both found immensely enjoyable and something that definitely drove him nuts. Sucking in a breath, he groaned with exquisite pain, a pain, though, he was more than willing to bare, as he watched her, first teasingly kiss her way up his thigh and into his groin then with expertly sensuous fingers, close around him and begin to lovingly caress him, causing him to flex his fingers through her hair and grasp the back of her head.
He groaned contentedly as she worked, enjoying the sensations she was creating in him for, after all, he was in the expert hands of someone who knew how to pleasure him like no other.
It was in her best interests to stimulate him well for she would surely reap the rewards shortly, though of course, she had to be sure not to overdo it, not to over cook him, not at this stage.
She looked up, gazing seductively into glazed eyes that were fast becoming lost in some other place, causing her a little smile of pleasure at knowing what it was doing for him. Then she turned back to her task, a task that was far from a chore but something both found immensely pleasurable and definitely sent him into high orbit. And she carried out her task well, with loving attentiveness. Scott Tracy was a big boy when fully aroused, causing her body to react instinctively with the burning throb at having him within her, knowing he would fill her completely.
If ever he needed to control himself, it was now but it was almost more than he could bare and it was all he could do to stop himself lifting her onto him, pushing her up against the wall and taking her hard in a wild and torrid frenzy.
She eventually let him go but not before blowing lightly across him, sending a burst of electric shock all through his body. It was joy, it was pain, all rolled into one; but she was only pure joy to him, to his soul. Gazing deeply now into each other's eyes and without the need for words, they both knew they had had enough, both knowing it was time to move on to the next stage.
Scott extended his hand to her, which she automatically accepted, helping her to her feet and still holding each other in that intense gaze they had perfected right from the beginning, he pulled her to him. Interlocking his fingers with hers he lifted her arms to place her hands round his neck then trailed the backs of his fingers slowly and sensuously down her arms, continuing on down her body, where he slid his arms around her waist. With one hand sliding up her back to her neck, he pulled her tight into him, allowing her to rest against him and brush his neck with her lips in soft kisses, while he buried his face in her golden hair. Both sighed with deep contentment when, at last, their naked bodies met fully for the first time, skin on skin, hot flesh against hot flesh and, lost in the wonder of the moment, they danced naked to the slow, seductive rhythm of the music, completely oblivious to everything around them, time and space having lost all meaning.
And then it was time. Effortlessly, Jenna felt herself being swept off her feet, literally; finding herself in the strong arms of her lover, the lover who would carry her to his bed, to have his wicked way with her, to finally make her his. With loving tenderness, she stroked his face, a face now so set with serious purpose that his taut facial muscles flinched and nostrils flared with the intense hunger that was consuming him. It made her feel so weak inside to see him like this, so weak with anticipation that it was as well he was carrying her. He burned his mouth on hers for one final kiss, taking her in those passion-filled sensual circles; just to keep the fire well alight, of course.
Then he turned and with serious purpose carried her towards the bedroom, to his bed, filled with the erotic pleasure of knowing he would finally have her. There would be no holding back now. Softly and lovingly she caressed her face against his, stroking the back of his neck and then nuzzling, playfully biting and kissing his ear; just to keep the fire well alight, of course. And it was working. The temperature was rising and the heat was building.
Let the serious action begin!
Once in the bedroom, though not that her mind was on such things, she noted that the room was as tasteful in its cool, chic décor as the outer lounge had been; it had Scott Tracy written all over it. Soft white muslin drapes blew gently, almost hypnotically, in the warm tropically scented late afternoon breeze, wafting in through the open tinted glass panel that led out onto his private balcony, a balcony offering another fabulous view of the island.
A rather striking piece of artwork, which could hardly fail to be ignored, adorned the wall opposite his bed, demanding comment from anyone who saw it for the first time. And this was no exception. So, what was this striking piece of art that caused the two young lovers to stop momentarily to gaze! It was a beautiful canvas, so ethereal and ghostly in its dreamlike quality it never failed to hold its admirers captive.
Its central focus was the face of a wolf, a magnificent beast with amber eyes that blazed fire, eyes that held you in the intensity of its gaze, followed you around the room and seemed to burn through to your very soul, almost as if it knew what you were thinking. It was a strong, determined and self-confident face; powerful and afraid of nothing, knowing exactly what it wanted, with a coat in the softest shades of grey that faded and melted into the ghostly blue background of his wilderness surroundings.
Other smaller studies of wolves in different poses surrounded it, like a lone wolf, standing on a high ridge and throwing his head back to howl at a ghostly blue moon and another of an alpha male and his mate, snuggling close and peacefully entwined in an obviously intimate fashion around a blazing fire in his den. A circular object, with a center of fine webbing and adorned with feathers, dominated the top of the canvas, which Jenna recognised as being a dream-catcher. All in all, it was a stunning piece of work.
"It…it's beautiful, Scott. Did Virgil do this for you?" Jenna commented, automatically surmising it was his handiwork.
In a quiet smile of contemplation, Scott shook his head. "No….not this one. Cass sent it. He had a Lakota Sioux artist do it for me. Said it was to always remind me of who I am…..and what I'm looking for."
"And what's that?" Jenna asked, as she softly stroked his face.
Scott gazed over the canvas, deep in reflective thought. "Peace…..and fulfilment," he answered simply.
"And have you……found it!" she asked, lovingly brushing her face against his and kissing his cheek.
"I never thought it was possible to find total fulfilment….always thought it would remain just an illusive dream," he responded, still studying the canvas, then turning, Scott looked her full in the face, gazing over the beauty that radiated from her, from the love she felt for him. "But I have now."
With a contented groan he kissed her tenderly, to which she responded and which only added to the pain of anticipation both felt in their bodies, that longing to be completely one with each other. Reluctantly he pulled away and with a face so tense and taut and full of determining purpose that his muscles flinched and nostrils flared, he looked towards his bed and then back to her. Having followed his gaze, that unspoken look of knowing passed between them, causing their heart rates to soar excitedly, like the pounding of the rhythmic ocean that could be heard in the distance. With purposeful strides and having her now kissing around his ear with her warm, sweet breath as she stroked the back of his neck, Scott carried her to his bed.
His bed. His large and roomy bed that had never known any other company but his own; it was his private sanctuary. Since they could hardly bring casual girlfriends to the island, for obvious reasons, any female company they needed was conducted on the mainland. Not that he gave his body willingly to just any woman or indulged lightly in any relationship of course, not for a long time, not since his early Air Force days when he was young and carefree; but then, his experience and his Vision had changed all that. Even his last serious relationship, the one in which he had been hurt so badly by betrayal, he had not brought her here. That was a relationship he had been prepared to settle for, feeling this was as good as it was going to get but, even at that, he hadn't felt it had reached that stage where he wanted to bring her to his home and now he was glad. It seemed so right and fitting now that Jenna should be the first and only woman who would ever share his bed and that was quite an erotic thrill for him; to know that very soon, here in his bed, his sanctuary, he would know the joy of 'taking' her, that moment of his first glorious entrance when he would make her fully his. Now, he need never be lonely here again.
His bed. It was an erotic thrill for her to know that, very soon, she would know the joy of him, having him inside her and filling her completely; here, in this place that was very much his, like having his mark of ownership on her and she would give herself, all of herself, very willingly to him. Despite the fact she was a self-confident and independent young woman in her own right, she found something rather sexually primal about being dominated in bed by an alpha male such as Scott Tracy, although this would be a relationship where both would be equally adventurous in their passionate exploration of each other and willingness to please.
Laying her down, he looked her over with hungry and smouldering eyes, his chest heaving with the fire of arousal as she lay there with arms draping provocatively on the pillows behind her head. She was beautiful and naked and inviting him to come to her. With their eyes locked intently on each other, he climbed onto his bed and lay down beside her. Just how he was controlling himself at this point he had no idea but he knew the moment would be worth waiting for, they both did.
He gazed appreciatively again over her feminine form and traced strong, yet gentle fingers all down the soft, honey gold skin of her body, as though he had never seen such an exquisite thing of beauty; his fire burning brightly at how she looked with lustful hunger over his own. And she, well and truly, turned on by the perfectly proportioned, honed and toned muscle of his tanned body, caressed and explored him, as though fingering some priceless sculpture.
Her touch brought his skin wonderfully alive and they continued caressing and exploring each other all over, until he could stand it no longer. Pressing his body onto hers, as they lay side by side, he then slid his thigh over hers, pulling himself part way on top of her and pushing her legs apart in the process. This new position was infinitely comfortable and now allowed for her hands to roam all over the rippling muscles of his back. He groaned with deep satisfaction as she sensuously stroked up and down his spine, along the back of his neck and drew imaginary circles on his hardened, tight butt, causing him to automatically thrust against her. He felt sick with the anticipation of what was to come and at what she was doing to him, as his body built.
Feeling her soft, yet firm, breasts heaving with excitement under him, against his skin, only fuelled his fire and he began kissing around her ear. It was like a trigger. His hot breath as he groaned with pleasurable pain against her, that and feeling his body on hers, fuelled her own fires of passion, making her writhe under him and that, in turn, stimulated and aroused him even more. His kisses turned to sensuously and erotically exploring her ear with his tongue, creating in them both growing hunger with each passing moment, causing her to flex her fingers into the flesh of his back, as she softly moaned his name against his face. Now they were cooking.
Pulling himself up even more on her and taking her face now in both hands, Scott eagerly sought her moist and willing mouth, burning kisses on her with such fierce intensity, his breathing becoming ragged and heavy as he explored deep into her mouth with his tongue. The meaning was clear and highly sensual and such was her response it was as if they couldn't get enough of each other.
With one hand continuing to caress his back, she slid the other around the flinching muscles of his toned abdomen and on down until she found what she wanted; taking his breath away as she closed her hand firmly around him, while at the same time stroking a foot sensuously up and down the back of his leg that lay over her. He let out a grunt of pleasurable pain as she started then to pull on him in a steady rhythm by knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply, causing his kisses to become even more wildly excitable and his tongue to delve its deepest.
"Oh gawd, baby……not too much. I don't wanna come just yet……," Scott groaned inwardly to himself.
And it was as if she could read his unspoken thoughts, for gradually she eased off and stopped, bringing a grateful, though much contented sigh. She did hold on to him for just a little while longer, though and, he had to admit, he enjoyed being held by her, a warmth being created in that feeling of being cocooned. Having an external pressure on his hot throb was comforting and made him long all the more to be held captive by the firm walls of her hidden and his now private prison of pleasure; a prison, not of bars but of muscle, where he could impose any length of sentence on himself he chose and be free to come and go as he pleased.
She moaned as he began kissing into the softness of her neck, pushing her head back more into the pillows to grant him more access and then on down her body; the fingers of his left hand tracking their way down her neck at the same time before coming to rest on her heaving breast. With expert finesse he massaged her, while swirling his thumb around in large circles, getting smaller and smaller until he was stroking her sensitive zone, causing her the maximum of intense stimulation and making her writhe and arch herself into him. It felt so good to touch her, to feel every inch of her with his newly awakened hand; it was sheer joy to him, since he thought he might have lost that sensation forever and, as such, he would savour every moment.
As his kisses tracked down her body he felt his hardened arousal slip from her hand and, for a moment, he felt a cooling sensation at having lost the comforting warmth of being held but it was probably just as well; he was already fighting the urge to thrust against the firm grip that held him.
Her caressing fingers returned to stroking his back while her right hand flexed through his hair, gripping his head as he locked his very talented mouth now onto her right breast. Holding it with his right hand, he gradually drove himself crazy, tossing and turning on her, as if he couldn't get enough of the warm, swollen flesh that he had engulfed with his hot mouth. Fire swept through her body and her breasts ached at the intense stimulation of his wonderfully sensual caressing of her breast, especially when he swirled his tongue around on her. She held him to her, like a suckling child, though this was no child, this was a master in the art of erotic seduction.
He settled into a beautiful rhythm, feeling so wonderfully at peace now he almost felt himself floating. What was there that a man found so intensely enjoyable about rhythmically caressing and sucking on a woman's breast? Perhaps it was that most basic of all primal instincts; that of survival, when man first sucked at his mother's breast for sustenance. Whatever the compelling, he intended to stay another while, causing her the same exquisite pain she had inflicted on him earlier. He ceased for just a moment and raised his head, their eyes locking, knowing they were both enjoying immensely the sensations he was creating for both of them then, with eyes heavily glazed over in sexual hunger and mouth open, Scott lowered his head and went lazily back to work, bringing much satisfied and contended moaning. With a slight shift of position he eased himself onto her other breast and started all over again, while she continued to stroke his back and neck. Well, it would have been remiss of him not to give it the same loving attention.
After a while he started to track his kisses down the soft scented skin of her flat tummy, his strong hands following down over the feminine curve of her hips. A deep pain now ached and burned in the very core of her womanhood at knowing where he was going, heightened by his teasingly sidetracking his kisses onto her right thigh and then onto the other while caressing lazily up and down her legs with his hands. He so knew what he was doing, how to create the slow burn for both of them.
She watched him now, feeling that erotic thrill as he pushed his hands up under her thighs, gripping them and gently spreading her legs apart, manoeuvring himself up into position. She watched him raise his head and fix her with a languid smile, seeing his eyes glint with sexual excitement. Now just why did she know Scott Tracy was going to be a very bad boy! Enough of a bad boy to cause her to slowly and provocatively draw her tongue around her lips to moisten them in anticipation, as she returned his gaze, at the same time spreading her hands out to sensuously caress the sheet they lay on. He emitted a deep and primal throaty growl in response, both highly aware of the eroticism of the sexual games they were playing to arouse each other.
With almost slow motion seduction, Scott lowered his head and exhaled a warm breath all along the 'gates' of his private 'prison', the entrance to the haven that would soon hold him, as though preparing her for his arrival. As the warm wave hit her, the most beautiful sensation swept through her such as she had never experienced before, bathing her senses completely. No one had ever taken the time to be so sensual, to want to heighten her pleasure in such a way. And, if truth be told, he hadn't found anyone he had wanted to be this sensual with, that is until now, for Jenna just seemed to bring out the best in him.
She tossed on the pillows and gripped the sheet, automatically arching herself into him in response, her body begging for more of the same. And he was not one to refuse. Again and again he exhaled his hot breath before finally snaking out his tongue and drawing it slowly up the whole length of that most sensitive of places. He took her breath away, quite literally, causing her to draw in a gasp as she pushed her head back into the pillows. Her empty 'prison' now ached like never before for him to fill her with himself.
But he hadn't quite finished. As he caressed the tops of her thighs and over her hips he began to kiss, with slow deliberation, that most sensitive place. Increasingly becoming more sexually charged and excitable and with more adventurous exploration, he started to explore with that very talented tongue, whereupon he proceeded to drive her crazy. Again she lost her breath, feeling she was floating off the bed and the blood pounding in her ears, sounding like the crashing of the ocean. When she eventually found her voice, she could only breathe out his name in reverential whispers, which filled him with immense pleasure. Well, he had to send her into the same high orbit she had sent him to. Payback's a bitch….ain't it…but a beautiful one!
So charged now though was he, the time for foreplay was over. Her excitement grew as she watched him come for her like a hungry and determined predator, intent on having exactly what he wanted and, of course, she had absolutely no intention of stopping him. Slowly, Scott dragged himself up over her body, stopping every so often to kiss her honey gold skin.
Instinctively she draped her arms provocatively over the pillow behind her head, knowing exactly how he would want her this first time, helpless and completely at his mercy and yet it was as if she was challenging and daring him to come and take her, as though she were the tempting bait in some sweet entrapment. And it was an entrapment he was more than willing to fall into, his eyes flashing with sexual delight at seeing her waiting for him, alluringly helpless and at his mercy, for that was exactly how he wanted her.
Pushing himself fully up onto her body, he spread his hands sensuously along her arms and, pressing his palms to hers, he interlocked their fingers. Supporting himself then on his elbows he raised himself up a little, wanting to watch her face as he took her for the first time. They were almost there, that moment they had both longed and waited for, that moment both knew would surely come when they had looked at each other and first felt that strong magnetic attraction drawing them together.
Scott lowered himself into position, bringing a gasp and a quickening of breath from both of them, as his now exquisitely sensitive arousal touched the gates of her 'prison' for the first time. Teasingly, he brushed himself along her, heightening both their anticipated pain. Unable to stand it any longer, though and pushing her legs apart with his strong thighs to grant himself more comfortable access he pressed himself tight to her and began to exert pressure, probing with slow, determined thrusts at first then becoming more aggressive and excitable as his hard and angry arousal demanded entrance.
He grunted out each pleasurable thrust, hot fire sweeping over him as he felt himself slip inside. He watched her with the erotic thrill of seeing her toss and turn, contorting in exquisite pain at their finally becoming one and, encouraged by her soft sighing and moaning his name, continued to thrust his way inside in steady rhythm.
And then it happened for her, that all-consuming sensation that wells up from somewhere deep inside before driving you over the edge. It swept over her with all the power and force of an unstoppable tsunami wave, engulfing her senses completely. He knew by the way she suddenly gripped his hands tightly and cried out and it pleased him immensely that she had 'come' for him already.
She would be super sensitive to him now and his need to go deeper drove him on. Letting go of her hands she immediately started caressing all over his body, flexing her fingers wonderfully into the flesh of his back. He, in turn, grasped a fistful of pillow in one hand, supporting himself on his forearm, while his other slid down her body and on down her leg that she was now sensuously rubbing up and down his. After caressing her for a few moments, his strong hand moved up and gripping firmly under her thigh, he pulled her up higher over his hip. Instinctively knowing what he wanted, she lifted her other thigh, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Now he was getting there, getting where he wanted to be and this new position, while comfortable, had a very definite purpose. Fixing her with a look of serious determination from those cobalt blue eyes that she had found increasingly harder to resist and driven by intense need, he thrust himself hard. Biting at his bottom lip in a grimace, Scott grunted out in pleasurable effort as he rammed himself all the way home, bringing from both of them a gasp of breathless delight. He groaned with deep satisfaction at the sensation it caused him, when he fully connected with her body and the fact she fitted so snugly around him he could feel himself throb and pulsate inside. Now he was right where he wanted to be, held captive in the comforting warmth of the only prison he would ever allow to hold him, where he could happily spend a life sentence. Now, they were truly one.
Now he was right where she wanted him to be and he was everything she knew he would be, his hard and swollen arousal filling her completely. With sensuous eroticism she caressed her soft hands down his sculptured form where, having moved her legs to straddle his hips, she proceeded to rhythmically knead and clasp his hard, tight muscular butt, pulling him tight against herself, drawing from him another groan of pleasure while at the same time stroking her toes up and down the backs of his legs.
With eyes now glazed over in hungry desire, Scott lowered himself back down onto her body, kissing lovingly and tenderly around her ear, while starting up a slow and sensuous rocking motion. His kisses then tracked down into her neck and around her throat, with his fingers tracing lazily over her skin as he went. She followed his lead, responding by pushing her head back into the pillows to grant him more access. Oh gawd, she was good, everything he wanted her to be. There was nothing he found more erotically stimulating right now than having his butt caressed in such a way, as well as the backs of his legs, while he rocked.
Holding her face in his hands and with all the love he felt for her, he sought her mouth, taking them both in a heart-stopping slow kiss and it was as if time and place ceased to exist; nothing mattered now, only that they were finally as one, whole and complete. All the time he kept up the beautiful up and over undulating rhythm, rocking their bodies in time to the slow music that still played. Every so often, though, he changed the rhythm from one of rocking to that of rotating his hips around on her, knowing it would create for them new and wildly sensual sensations. With her, he would never be a selfish lover, taking only what gave him satisfaction but he would always endeavour to make their lovemaking a highly pleasurable experience for them both and, after all, it was in his best interests to stimulate her well for then she would give back to him in equal measure.
His hot groans of contentment, as he rocked on her, sent more warm waves of quivering ecstasy washing over her, causing her to cry out his name. He had promised to take them to heaven…and he had kept his word.
"Oh Scott….I don't believe you. You…you're incredible," she breathed out, feeling they were in slow motion time.
"And you….you're beautiful, Jen……just so beautiful….you take my breath away," he groaned breathless in response.
They made beautiful, sweet love long into the evening, kissing, caressing and rolling into different positions, moving together with such perfectly beautiful fluid motion. Strong images of his Vision flashed through his mind, melting and blending now into the reality of what he was experiencing but the Vision paled in comparison to this, the reality; perhaps because he knew he had found its fulfilment.
He groaned with deep pleasurable satisfaction at what she was doing to him now, as he lay back, giving him an erotic thrill to watch her pleasure herself on him and 'coming' again as she rocked back and forth. They so knew just what to do for each other, becoming ever more increasingly lost in the moment, especially when he sat up and, supporting her back with his hands, took her breast in his mouth. It was her turn now to feel that erotic thrill at holding that dark head to her aching breast once more, like a suckling child and watch him toss and turn on her with wild delight, knowing he found it immensely enjoyable.
He fell back again on the pillows with the taste of her and the warmth of her breasts still in his mouth and, while he caressed his hands up and down her thighs, she spread her hands sensuously out over that wonderful dark-haired chest of his. While it may be a chest of pure hard muscle, though, she knew just where to go and what to do to exact the maximum stimulation for him, rotating her thumbs around and stroking his nipples.
As her rocking began to increase, fuelling the intensity of the fire that burned in him, causing him to grasp at her thighs, he found himself unable to stop the urge to buck and thrust.
"Oh gawd, baby….that's it……harder…..please…harder," he groaned out, tossing and turning as the fire raged, his body craving that ultimate rush.
Knowing what his body needed and how he wanted this first time, he quickly turned her over on her back and, with eyes wide and fired now by sexual excitement and need for his own fulfilment, he began to take them into a hard driving rhythm; his rocking motion now having done its job and being replaced by strong forceful thrusts to bring about his ultimate release. He was like a man on a mission.
As his driving rhythm increased, so his breathing intensified and beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead with his sheer physical effort. His body went into 'vertical climb', sensation after sensation consuming him as he totally lost it; the only way he could describe it; that intense rush he got from taking his F-16 into a straight climb to out-manoeuvre the MiG's or when he took Thunderbird One straight up and barrel rolled. His lovemaking became a hot and torrid frenzy of increasingly aggressive thrusting accompanied by loud grunts of sexual satisfaction. Oh gawd, when he lost it, he really lost it; he was gloriously unstoppable in his passionate fury.
She had never known a man with such driving passion, such sensual eroticism; Scott Tracy sure was one hell of a lover. His kisses may have been able to burn down a forest but the power of his lovemaking was like a veritable nuclear firestorm, sucking the very life breath from her.
"Aghhh….stroke me, Jen…..stroke me," he begged in breathless gasps, knowing now he was near his end.
And, it was as if she knew just what his body needed. She stroked up and down his spine with her fingertips then drew imaginary circles on his hard, tight and thrusting butt. With the back of her fingers she then stroked down the inside of his powerful yet highly sensitive thighs. That did it. It was enough to tip him over the edge.
He cried out, as the exquisite pain hit him full force, his body exploding with sensation at the power of his release sweeping through him and over him like an unstoppable tidal wave. High on the sexual rush, his eyes rolled in the back of his head and, with his breathing coming in short, ragged pants as he fought for air, his body shook and convulsed uncontrollably as he succumbed willingly to the ecstasy of the moment and giving her some quite beautiful sensations in the process, now that his thrusting was erratic.
In order to help him ride out his wave as long as possible, she continued to soft stroke his body and squeeze him from within, causing him to gasp and flinch now that he was so super-sensitive, which, he had to admit, he found more than highly pleasurable.
When, at last, he felt himself 'coming down', he collapsed, exhausted, into her arms. Well, the man had put in a lot of effort, an awful lot of effort into his passionate endeavours! She held him in a loving embrace, lazily soft stroking his skin. This, bathing in the warm afterglow, was as equally an important part of lovemaking for him as the act itself but had so often been denied him, either because he had been made to feel unloved or just used for the act of sex or because he hadn't been inclined.
This was different. With Jenna, he felt totally and completely loved, utterly fulfilled and satisfied and, in turn, he gave everything of himself to her. Their lovemaking had been on a totally different level to anything he had ever known before because they were so completely and deeply in love and, as such, they had made love with, not only their bodies but with their whole minds and souls as well.
Shifting his weight now slightly and rolling them both, they lay entwined, watching each other, smiling and stroking each other's faces and kissing, lost completely in each other, in the wonderment of where they had just been, as they floated in that post-orgasmic bliss, for what seemed like forever.
Eventually she felt him begin to withdraw. Eyeing him with a wry grin, she clasped his butt tightly to her, causing him to flinch and gasp. "And just where do you think you're going, Mr Tracy!"
He groaned and kissed around her ear. "If I don't withdraw…how can I 'take' you again…..and Lady…I intend to 'take' you again and again…all night long!" he whispered in husky groans. "And besides…just think of it as a…tactical withdrawal! Every good soldier knows he needs to regroup…and recharge…to be able to get back in there...and do battle!" he added with a seductively mischievous grin, his comment drawing on military analogy and heavily laced with sexual innuendo.
"Well…in that case…Mr Tracy…I guess the soldier had better withdraw and get himself…recharged!" she returned in tease, with her playfully sexual suggestion.
"Yes…ma'am," he responded in ready obedience. Now, there were definitely some orders worth following!
They lay in contented bliss and, eventually, their hypnotic stroking of each other's bodies lulled them into sleep, though not for long, for this was to be one very long and beautiful night.
Author's Note: My thanks to my friend, Sam1, for coming up with and for the use of one particular and very appropriate phrase in describing their afterglow.
