Navy SEAL’s Virgin Lover (7 page)

Now he wondered, for the first time, what would happen if someone came across them. He knew this spot to be fairly deserted, certainly in the evening, but still…

But then she let herself sink deeper onto his cock, allowing him to disappear into her throat, and all thought of discovery was blasted from his mind.

“God, you’re going to make me come,” he moaned.

She giggled shortly. “I’ve never done this before, so that would definitely be a first.”

He was surprised by this. “This is… your first time?”

She nodded, suddenly blushing. In the light of the descending sun, she looked simply adorable. He thrust up involuntarily, and he could feel his balls squeeze, almost on the verge of climax. But then he decided to take matters into his own hands and eased his cock from between Erin’s inexperienced lips.

He reached over and took her mouth, kissing her deeply, and then his hand was on her breast, hot and hard, his callused fingers squeezing her nipples. He quickly flipped her over and then she was lying firmly beneath him, his hot mouth on her tits, sucking them in and nibbling softly.

She felt his hand sneak its way down her belly, to the softly bedewed mound beneath, and then his fingers were demanding entrance, and she felt him slipping inside, easing the growing urge that had grown to the point of bursting. And when he pressed a finger inside and entered her deeply, she almost came just from the sensation of feeling his flesh press into her.

Bart had fingered her many times, but that’s as far as she’d ever allowed him to go. For some reason, she’d never wanted to take things to the next level. Hadn’t trusted him, perhaps.

She didn’t know why, but with this man she wanted to go all the way and then a little bit further still. He could do as he pleased and she would simply ask for more.

When he touched his thumb to her nub, it was as if shoots of electricity shot out from the center of her sex and enveloped her whole body in a quake unlike any she’d experienced when she’d touched herself in the same spot. For some reason, it was as if his hands were electrically charged, and the moment he laid them on her, sparks shot out across the sky of her being and her sex.

“Oh, yes,” she urged. “Do it, Ram. Take me now.”

He arched up, then, gazing softly into her eyes. The sun had now completely set, and it became hard to make out his features, but she could still see the love in his eyes, the tenderness. He caressed her cheek as he seemed to hover on the verge of something.

“Are you sure?” he breathed.

She nodded, then realized he probably couldn’t see. “Yes, Ram. I want you… inside of me.”

At that moment, he entered her, plunging his throbbing cock inside her tiny hole. For a brief moment, she experienced a searing pain as he pushed deeper, but his sweet kisses quickly eased her mind, and when their lips released, the pain had subsided and been replaced by a sense of utter fulfillment and bliss.

For the first time in her life, a man was moving inside her—her body melding with his. And as he gently rocked deeper between her delicate folds, his hot steel burrowing inside her belly, she felt a sense of completion wash over her. This was right. This was good. This was what she’d been waiting for all these years.

And then his mouth was on her bosoms again, as he took his fill, sucking hard as if he wanted to draw sustenance from her young body. Her legs had slung themselves of their own accord around his bucking hips, and as he moved against her, she felt him so deeply inside it was as they were not two but one, united in this moment of exquisite pleasure.

Briefly she wondered what would happen if he came but then he groaned as if in agony, and when he pulled out, she felt wetness spread across her belly. Reaching out, she could feel his hot seed coating her skin, and she lay back, content that her first time had been with a man she felt so deeply about.

For as they lay together, his hardness plumbing the softness of her flesh, she’d discovered what those vague feelings were she’d been harboring for this strange soldier. It was love, she now knew. The moment he’d steadied her at the airport, and then again when their eyes had met, love had touched her heart and entered her life. Love for this hard man with eyes filled with smoky sadness—eyes that had witnessed things no man should ever be forced to witness—filled with a wisdom well beyond his years.

“I love you, Ram,” she whispered therefore, and felt a pang of sorrow when he didn’t respond, but merely lay panting, spent and silent.

He cradled her in his arms, then, and she was surprised when wetness touched her face. Reaching out a tentative hand, she discovered he was crying, and bewilderment finally gave way to tenderness, as she held him close, his hot tears streaming down her chest and wetting her nubile breasts.

She rocked him against her bosom, and when finally the sobs became irregular and gave way to a peaceful quiet, they lay together for what felt like hours more, curled up against each another, the one not wanting to let go of the other, and when finally he spoke, it was in a hoarse whisper.

“I love you, Erin.”

Her heart rejoiced, then, and she knew she had found her soulmate. She had traveled to the other side of the world to find him, and find him she had.

She gazed up at the stars, twinkling high above, and smiled. Thank you, she thought. Thank you for leading me here.

“Did you come?”

Erin blushed at the question. She and Sophie were lying in their respective beds, the lights out, and talking excitedly about the events of the day.

“No need to be shy about it, Erin. It’s a very simple question. Did you come or didn’t you?”

“I…”

Sophie giggled. “You didn’t, did you? Boy, are you in for a treat next time Raminar boinks you. It’s only natural, you know. Lord knows it took me several times before I finally managed to come with a man.”

“I may have come,” said Erin indignantly, “but I was so wrapped up in the moment I probably missed it.”

Sophie was silent for a few beats, then her incredulous voice sounded. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had an orgasm, Erin Walters?”

“Why, no. I mean, yes. I mean…” She raised her voice. “I really don’t know why you’re making such a fuss about it anyway.”

“Trust me,” Sophie voice came back dryly. “If you had come, you would know. It’s pretty much the best feeling in the world.”

“If you’re such an expert, why don’t you explain to me what it feels like? That way I won’t miss it when it finally happens.”

“Oh, you won’t miss it,” Sophie retorted without missing a beat. “And when it happens, you’ll want to be inside, not somewhere out there on the beach.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause you’ll raise the roof.”

“I loved every second of making love to Ram,” said Erin, intent to get back to what to her was the most important thing that had ever happened in her life so far. “And did I tell you that when it was all over he cried? He actually cried!”

“Why? Didn’t he get off?”

There were moments when Erin wished her friend was a little less prosaic and more romantically inclined, like she was, and this definitely was one of those moments. “He ‘got off’ all right. In fact his… sperm was all over my belly.”

“Better
on
your belly than
in
your belly, honey, believe you me.”

“I think he was overwhelmed. He was a soldier all his life, you know, and must have been taught from an early age to keep his emotions in check. I think what happened was that he finally let go. You see what this means, don’t you?”

“That he’ll want to boink you again?”

“That when he’s with me he can be himself. He can drop the mask and reveal his true self. His heart. He told me he loved me.”

“They all do when they get to shoot their load.”

Erin decided not to mention one more word about the extraordinary events of the evening to Sophie. It was now obvious to her that her friend simply didn’t know the meaning of the word love. Sex was all she knew, and perhaps all she’d ever know. Love was a mystery to be cherished and protected from ignorant people like Sophie, she suddenly thought, and when her friend’s even breathing announced she’d fallen asleep, she decided to step outside and share her emotions with nature instead.

Slipping from beneath the single sheet, she padded to the door, and noiselessly opened it.

Walking a little distance, she sat down on the sand and stared up at the night sky.

The universe had granted her wish, and gratitude filled her being.

And she’d just decided to return indoors, when she saw that the lights were still on in the cabin next to hers.

With rejoicing heart, she decided to look in on Ram for a goodnight kiss, and she’d reached the window and taken a peek inside to see if her lover was alone, when she saw that not only wasn’t he alone, he was accompanied by Burke and three more people she’d never seen before.

Frowning, she drew closer for a better look. Through the mosquito netting covering the window, she saw that the five men were seated around a small table, studying a piece of paper laid out in front of them.

From her vantage point, it looked like a topographic map, and she briefly wondered if Ram was planning some kind of military-type campaign. Since he’d told her he was retired, she quickly dismissed this as ridiculous. Besides, what would an American former special forces guy be organizing military campaigns in Goa for?

She did notice now that the three men with Ram and Burke all appeared Indian. Then another crazy idea struck her. Perhaps it was some type of treasure map and Ram and his colleagues were in search of it?

She had no idea if these parts of Goa held treasure, but why else would be studying maps in the middle of the night?

She quickly dismissed the idea for being just as ridiculous as the last, and smiled to herself.

Apparently love had made her lose her mind. She definitely wasn’t thinking straight. As she withdrew and returned to her own cabin, she decided to pose the question tomorrow. She was pretty sure there was a perfectly reasonable answer and Ram would be only too glad to give it to her.

After all, he loved her, and didn’t lovers share everything, even their most intimate secrets?

Burke didn’t much care for the plan Ram had outlined. Though he hadn’t said anything at first, he knew he had to speak up before Ram put the plan in motion and there would be no turning back.

He didn’t like to contradict his former teammate and longtime friend, but if he didn’t speak up now, he’d probably regret it all the more later on.

“I think you’re making a big mistake, Ram,” he finally burst out the moment the other men had left and it was just the two of them.

“Oh?”

Burke heaved a deep sigh, then trudged ahead. They hadn’t come this far to sell each other bullshit when what they needed most was the cold, hard truth.

He waved a hand at the map, still prominent on the table. “It simply won’t work, buddy.”

Ram’s response was quick and devastating. “So you’re the expert all of a sudden? Interesting.”

“You’re the expert,” Burke conceded, “but you have to admit I have a little bit of experience when it comes to these things too, Bradley. And I’m telling you this won’t work for the simple reason people won’t respond the way you’re anticipating.”

“They will,” Ram was quick to counter. “Once they see the possibilities, they’ll jump at the chance.”

Burke shook his head and sat back, the chair creaking under his weight. Ram had always been the dreamer of the outfit, and it seemed to him nothing had changed. He still dreamed big but essentially unrealistic dreams. The only thing he regretted was that he’d let himself get involved in one of them. At least his friend had paid for his ticket and expenses.

“Look, I’m telling you, they’ll laugh you right out of the room, buddy. You don’t know people the way I do. The moment you hit them with this big scheme of yours, they’ll simply stop listening and kick you out on your ass.”

Ram gave him a hard stare, just like he’d known he would. Dreamers dream hard, and when the world throws their dreams back in their faces, they fight back. Ferociously, sometimes.

Raminar pounded the table with his fist. “Dammit, Burke. This will work, I’m telling you. Developing these beaches along the lines we’ve discussed would be good for everybody.”

“Not for the investors, who can make a lot more money building yet another high-rise. Did you know that for every one of your ‘villages’ a savvy investor can plunk down a tower that will net him millions more? It’s the language of money, buddy, and you still don’t get the picture.”

“They will see my vision for the future of these beaches and they won’t be able to deny it’s what’s best for the people, for the tourists
and
the environment.”

In one fell swoop, Burke wiped the map from the table, along with cups and glasses. They smashed against the wall. “Fuck the environment!” he cried. He wagged an impressive finger in Ram’s face. “That’s what they’ll be thinking, Bradley. They won’t say it to your face, like I’m doing now, but you be damn sure they’ll be thinking it.”

“So what?” countered Ram, standing his ground. “All we need to do is find enough investors with the vision to see beyond the short term, and we’re in business.”

Burke shook his head, his jaw working. “You won’t find them. Trust me. You simply won’t.”

Ram grinned. “I
will
find them, and when I do, you’ll look really stupid, do you know that?”

Burke laughed his booming laugh. “Not much difference from my usual look then, huh?” Ram gave him that pleading look he’d come to know and fear. “Oh, no. Not that lost puppy look again, Bradley. It won’t work on me, man. I’m immune.”

“Come on. You gotta see this through. Even if you don’t believe in me, you’ve gotta stay until the end. You owe me that much.”

Burke heaved a deep sigh. He did owe his friend a favor. A big one. If not for Bradley, Burke might not even be alive right now.

“Look,” he offered. “I’ll help you this one time, but read my lips: if it doesn’t work out, I’m gone, you hear me? Next time—”