CHAPTER 7 – ONE NIGHT
He cursed softly again. He should be strong, should say no... hell he didn't have any idea of what sort of effect this sort of stunt would have in his present, her future. But she was so damn sexy and at the moment – she needed him. One night...
He lowered his mouth to hers again, and she saw in his posture in the way that his tense muscles suddenly relaxed, that he had made his decision. He would give her this one night. And she sighed, deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck to bring him even closer so that their bodies touched, at some point, all the way down. His skin seared hers even through the layers of clothing. It had been so long since she had had a man, had felt the electrical currents of pleasure that lit up her skin when his hand trailed a seductive path down her bare arm, then dropped so that it touched her dress, pulling slightly so that the dress rose, scrunched up in his larged hands. She then felt his fingers touch her leg and she couldn't hold back the shiver now. Bare skin under his hand – this man from fifty years in the future... a paradox, something that should not exist.
And yet he did. She felt his own need, pushed hard against her stomach and she moved slightly against it causing him to groan and pull his lips back from their kiss. When she looked up into his eyes, they were hooded and hot... oh so hot and she wanted him, right then.
She fumbled a little in her haste, attempting to unbutton his shirt and giggled. The buttons were not bowing to her demands and she did what all good romance novels advised a girl to do... she simply ripped and her giggle became a laugh as buttons flew in all directions and a rumble of laughter came out of the man whose magnificent chest was now bared to the warm summer night. Of their own accord, her hands spread out across his warm skin, lightly sprinkled with hair and beautifully muscled.
"Aaahh Gina... why couldn't I have met you fifty years in the future...that in itself, is the damn paradox. One night? I suspect that one night will be more than that... I'll have fifty years of memories of this one night."
His own hands were busy now and they pulled down the thin straps of her summer dress, exposing her lovely breasts for the first time. She wore no bra underneath and his breath hitched a little as he bent to take one tantalising nipple into his mouth, taste it almost reverently, then suckle a little harder bringing a sharp intake of breath from Gina.
"Colonel John Sheppard – a man of both profound statements and even more profound actions... seems you future men could teach some of your ancestors a thing or two..hmmm?" She smiled around the pleasure that was building and now he had dropped to his knees in front of her and she found that her summer dress had pooled into a puddle of fabric around her feet and he had taken her waist lightly in his hands and his mouth was moving lower, his tongue tasting her skin to swirl inside her belly button, bringing the hot aching need to a clenching frenzy.
His face tipped up briefly and she saw the sparkle of his eyes and watching the moonlight begin to play it's erotic fingers over his back. Transfixed she watch the play of muscles as he moved and her fingers reached down to trace them.
Would one night with this man be enough Gina? Perhaps he is really not from the future. Perhaps you have conjured him up out of your imagination, alone on this island too long – a dream lover who brings no demands, no confusion – just pleasure. Perhaps in the morning you will wake and he'll be gone, just as he should be – with the light of day...
His hands had caught in the elastic of her panties, and these were sliding down her legs now, his hot mouth following their path and she felt her legs begin to lose formation, to lose strength and knew that they would not support her for long. His mouth hovered briefly over her hot and aching centre and his tongue, an impulsive streak of devilry, darted inside to entice and heat and she widened her legs slightly as his hands moved lower to grip her hips now, sensing that would soon no longer be able to stand unaided.
She fisted her hands in his hair, feeling the salty texture and brought his face up so that she could sink to her knees herself and kiss him again, hard and needy, tasting herself on his tongue.
She took control then, as she needed to. Pushing him back onto the still warm sand, she undid his pants and began sliding them down his legs, doing some exploration of her own, caressing his firmly erect manhood that begging for attention of its own as it was freed from his confinement. She slid her hands down it's silky length, imagining herself encased around it and caught the amusement in his eye.
"What's so funny Colonel John Sheppard..." She arched her eyebrow at him.
"Your expressions sweetheart... your face is so transparent. Do it! Do what you imagine you want to do... you'll get no complaints from me..."
Keeping her eyes firmly on his she did just that. Almost delicately, she eased herself onto him, feeling the burn the moment his manhood entered her, a burn that brought heat and passion and something so much more to this union beneath the summer moon. He grasped her hips to steady her, saw the expressions flitter impulsively across her face and felt the rhythm that was known to man and woman throughout time it would seem, begin to take them on their erotic journey to find their respective peace.
She climaxed first, her head thrown back and the long line of her neck arched gracefully and he longed to bury his face in there and spend a lifetime lost in her scent. He drank her in, the dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders, the delectible breasts that even now, his hand reached up to hold possessively and her lovely face, so very beautiful in the moonlight. Then his own release came, and it was the end to a day that should not have had pleasure, but had brought more peace to a troubled mind than any other day in such a long time.
And I had to go back fifty years to find that peace? That sense of fulfillment? What just happened Sheppard? You have a life, it works – you fight aliens, you keep a galaxy from the brink of turmoil, you fly ships that you only dreamed of as a little boy. Hell Sheppard – you are living your dream. Yet, here and now – you have found more peace in this one day, with these simple pleasures and this beautiful woman than five years of living your dream. So, what is reality? Is it your past , your present or your future?
He looked down at the woman in his arms and wished that she could be all three. One night... he had given her that – he would give her that. But I won't lie to myself... I'm giving it to myself as well... one night...