Chapter 7
Zarik eased them apart after she spoke and reached behind his head to hit the water drain.
He kept his hold on her as he pulled out of her.
She loved him?
And all this time he'd been worried that she wouldn't cave to him eventually.
He grinned.
"What's that look for?" She asked as he reached into the cabinet behind the tub for a towel.
"Just happy." He said as he found one.
He winced slightly when the frame pressed on his bandaged arm.
How could he have forgotten something like that?
Then again, sex was a good reason to forget a lot of things.
He urged her up and wrapped her up in the towel before leaning to grab one of his own.
She started drying herself off, but he could see it was work for her.
He quickly ran the towel over himself to get the worst of the water off before taking over on her.
He liked having his hands on her.
Just being able to run the towel over her was making him hard again.
He thoroughly dried her and looked up as he knelt in front of her, her tiny hands braced on his shoulders.
"Angela?"
"Hmm?" She looked down at him.
He shook his head as he moved to pick her up.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out towards the bed.
He held her in one arm, his good arm, as he yanked the blanket back.
He lowered her to the bed and she wouldn't let go of him.
His room was getting dark now that the sun was pretty much set.
He reached to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
In the glow, Angela looked pretty damn sexy.
She didn't resist when he climbed onto the bed above her.
Instead, she spread her thighs to allow him to settle between them.
The very feeling of her soft skin against his was intoxicating.
Most would have expected her to be harder, less fragile. But he knew better. Inside, she was gentle and fragile.
Cussing and extreme aggression aside.
He wasn't saying she was never close to brutal, because she had her moments. Especially during that fight about four months ago when they'd been going after a gang and his borrowed motorcycle had been blown into the canyon.
He was just fine of course, but she hadn't known at the time.
She went ballistic. He could hear her in the mic for almost two minutes cussing and raging as she'd used that powerful suit he'd made to dismantle the tank that had shot the explosion that knocked him down.
"Zarik?"
"Hmm?" He focused on her again now that he'd gotten some semblance of self control back.
"You spaced out?"
"No, sorry. Just thinking about how you go crazy over me." He grinned.
She frowned with a blush as he leaned down to kiss her. "Do not."
"Too." He moved to trace his tongue over her collarbone.
Her hands tangled in his hair as he continued on to her breast.
"When?" She gasped as he made a circle around her left breast, careful not to touch the tip.
"All." He made a tighter circle. "The." Closer this time. "Time." He took her nipple into his mouth.
Her left hand tightened against his scalp as her right fell away and he felt her grip the sheet beside his hand.
"Zarik." She moaned as he brought his left hand up to trace the same circles with his fingers on her right breast.
He scraped his tongue over the tip again, this time brushing his thumb over the other nipple simultaneously.
"Hmm?" He pinched ever so slightly and she made a strangled noise as her back arched.
He glanced up from his position to see her head pressed back into the pillow.
Zarik slowly brought his hand down over her side, tracing every little dip and random patterns along the way.
He moved his mouth lower and her hand fell from his hair as he kissed over her belly, slightly rounded from just being a woman. He loved it.
His hands moved as he did to put her thighs against his shoulders, keeping her spread to him.
He stared at the golden blond curls barely visible against her skin. They did nothing to hide the rose flesh protecting her very precious womanhood.
He was a man, he knew all about sex and had gotten plenty of it, and yet this felt new somehow.
xXx
Angela gasped for breath as he moved down her body.
It wasn't as if she wasn't aware of what he was doing. She'd taken the basic course as an agent on what sex was, though she'd never thought to feel it physically. She'd also made a couple raids while still in Deva of pornography rings.
The subject itself wasn't breaking laws and people could do it if they wanted. What broke the law was non-consensual recording and selling.
Dingo wasn't doing anything she hadn't seen before, she'd just never expected to feel it herself.
She tried to look down at him as he forced her to spread wider to him by using his broad shoulders.
His long hair was already falling in his face.
It brushed her skin and the contact made her shiver.
She cried out, managing to catch herself to not be loud, when he put his tongue against her clitoris.
His hands moved to her hips to keep her still as he stroked the sensitive nub and the opening to her private flesh with his tongue.
She tangled her fingers in the sheets, unable to reach him. He alternated motions and locations in a random pattern only he knew and she could feel herself coming undone again.
Was it even possible to do that multiple times?
If anyone could make her, it'd be Dingo.
When he thrust his tongue into her, she locked her ankles over his back to keep him from stopping, but he didn't show any signs of wanting to.
She could hear herself breathing harsher, but couldn't stop it.
He moved one hand to press his thumb over her nub and she lost it.
Her back arched off the bed and her eyes closed.
It was a good minute before she stopped feeling that sensitive.
Dingo eased back up her body, keeping her knees hooked with his elbows as he braced his arms at her sides.
The position kept her open to him.
"Angela." He growled her name and she looked up at him.
Damn he was sexy. Why did he have to look so rough and ready all the time? And hot in general.
It made it very hard to always deny him before.
"Baby, focus on me." He coaxed.
She tried.
The moment he was satisfied she was clearly looking him in the eye, his steel hard cock pressed into her, slowly.
She started to close her eyes to the pleasure.
"Ah, look at me." He said.
She forced herself to keep eye contact as she moved her hands to hold on to his shoulders.
It seemed to increase her sensitivity to have to focus on something other than what she was feeling physically.
He pushed fully into her, filling her deeper than in the tub.
She could see the strain on him as he moved at a slow, almost sedated pace. In and out, steady and solid.
"Faster Zarik." She moaned. She needed faster.
She wasn't sure she was going to orgasm again, but he needed it too.
Twice was more than enough for her. She'd be more than happy just with the endorphin pleasure now.
He groaned as he shifted himself to ram into her.
Angela ran her hands over his arms, feeling the sweat make his skin slick.
Every time she started to drift away from looking at his face, he slowed slightly, as a kind of punishment.
That was how she knew when he'd started to come undone. He finally closed his eyes and her name came out on a ragged breath.
She felt him fill her again, so much that she could feel it drip from her.
He leaned down over her, as if his arms couldn't keep holding him up.
Angela pulled him down and was just a hint startled at the feel of his whole weight on her.
She tried to get her own harsh breathing under control as he did.
When he could finally breathe without it coming out shaky, he pushed up a little to kiss her.
"I think you've killed me." He cracked a grin at her.
"Then I guess we're both dead." She sighed.
He laughed as he pulled out of her.
She watched him struggle to stand up and leaned up on her arms as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Zarik?"
"Second." He called back. She heard the water run for a few seconds before he came back into the bedroom.
Looking at him completely naked, even sated as he was, it made her realize how much she cared for him. He looked tired, but happier than she'd seen him in a long time. At least since she'd stolen his rifle. Or was it when he first saw her in her suit?
He came to the bed and she watched him hold up a washcloth as he knelt on the edge of the bed.
She shivered as he touched it to sensitive skin and wiped away most of the evidence.
He tossed it back through the open door to the bathroom and she watched him grin when it hit the tub.
"I'm still good."
She laughed. "You're a sniper. I'd hope so."
"Don't worry, I'd never hit you anyway." He leaned over her again.
She looked up and reached to brush her fingers over his jaw.
"You know...I honestly never liked beards." She said.
He laughed before kissing her. "Oh really? And on me?"
She pushed him to his back before settling against him.
"Still don't like them."
She felt him rumble a laugh under her cheek as she put her head on his shoulder.
He used his right arm to pull her tight against him and she put her leg over his.
Angela was pretty okay with him not having but a little dusting of chest hair and the patch down south too.
He had just enough hair to seem like a man, yet not so much that it made her uncomfortable.
"Well then, I guess I'll have to change it up, won't I?" He said.
"You do what you want. I'm not going to make you change." She closed her eyes.
He was quiet long enough that she almost started to fall asleep.
"But you being happy means a lot to me too." He said before he kissed the top of her head.
Angela sighed as Dingo pulled the blanket to cover them both finally.
She spread her hand out over his heart.
"As long as it's what you want too." She mumbled.
He sighed as she started to drift off.
She'd never felt so warm in her life.
She could really get used to this feeling.