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Authors: J. A. Hornbuckle

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I moaned into his mouth and he pressed his cock against my side.

His hand moved and the cool air caressed me as he released the buttons on my blouse one by one.

He let go of my mouth and glanced down as he spread my blouse wide, exposing my breasts only encased in the sheer fabric of my bra.

"Beautiful," he mumbled as he lowered his head and sucked on my nipples through the fabric, using his tongue to swirl and flick.  The wet fabric, being pushed and pulled by his lips created a delicious friction, prompting a full body shiver.

He paused and raised his head gazing at my hard nipples now fully visible beneath the wet, transparent fabric.

His lips again lowered to mine and his hand moved to my thighs, bunching up the fabric of my skirt.  My skin was so sensitized that just the glide of the fabric as it was moved upward, the light trail of his fingers, and even the very air seemed to caress my skin.   His fingers changed direction, moving from the outside of my thigh to the inside, stroking upward stopping just millimeters from where I wanted his fingers to be.

He pulled his head up.  "Your skirt is very tight,
Pyari
."

I didn't know if that was a request or not but I was releasing the side zipper of my skirt before he had even completed his sentence.  I lifted my hips and slid my skirt off slowly, as slowly as he had been touching me.  I watched his face, his eyes as they followed the descent of the fabric.

His hand wrapped around my knee and stroked upward.  His eyes followed the movement of his hand.  I closed my eyes to concentrate on the tingle of my skin that was left in the wake of his touch.  My breasts were heaving with my labored breathing and my heartbeat was a deep throb within me.

"Please…" I moaned without thought, raising my hips and opening my legs.  Offering myself to him.

Ram's eyes came back to me, hot with desire.

His fingers finally, finally made it to the juncture of my thighs and his touch was light, butterfly light, teasing as it moved over the silk of my wet panties.

I heard my own deep, sultry moan as I tried to push up against his hand.

"Ram, please…" I begged dragging my eyes back to his, my hand fisting the back of his shirt.

I watched as his eyes moved down, over my breasts, my belly to his hand that was lightly resting on my inner thigh.

"I want you naked, Marianne," he said softly, his eyes still roaming over me.

I reached behind and unhooked my bra before sliding it down my arms.  I hooked my thumbs in my panties and peeled them down my legs.

I wanted him so much, I was shaking. 

This time I heard him moan.

"Beautiful…" He murmured before dropping a soft kiss on my lips as his fingers begin moving upward along my trembling thighs.

God, yes!

 He pulled away again to watch his fingers as they firmly stroked my cleft, easing my folds open until he reached my most sensitive spot, swollen and aching.  His fingers, bathed in the wetness he had created, ruthlessly swirled, pressing in. 

My hips had a mind of their own and thrust upward to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. He eased two fingers inside me as his thumb slipped and slid over my clit.

I could hear myself gasping and I was quivering just on the edge of orgasm.

His fingers picked up the pace and I exploded, arching upwards. 

His name was ripped from deep inside me as I came on his hand. 

My pleasure seemed to go on and on, aided by his now slowly moving fingers.

When I had calmed, Ram leaned over me again, pressing his cheek to mine as he whispered, "Absolutely beautiful,
Mera Pyari
."

I held him to me, my body still coming back together, coming back to myself. 

And one of the first things I realized when I was again able to think, was that I was completely naked.

But Ram was still completely dressed.

I turned and propped up on an elbow, mirroring his movements with me.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt and popped them open one by one as I kissed him deeply, pushing his body until he was flat on the mattress.

When his shirt was fully undone, I repeated his move and pulled the edges of his shirt apart, exposing his firm chest.  I disengaged my mouth running my hand firmly over his muscled torso, scraping my nails over his flat nipples. 

Moving further down his body, watching his abs flinch and tighten in response to my touch.

I leaned against him, my unbound breasts pressed against his side.  As they touched him, I heard his sharp breath. 

My fingers drifted, following the line of hair on his flat belly until I reached his trousers.

I glanced up to gauge Ram's reaction and saw that he was watching me with his hot, dark eyes.  I smiled as I opened his belt, my gaze never leaving his.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I unbuttoned his trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down, careful not to touch his skin.

I was reaching, intent on sliding my hand to capture the hardness of him when he flipped me on my back.  He settled himself between my thighs, the opened zipper cold against my belly.

His mouth claimed mine, pressing me down into the mattress.

I raised my legs, my thighs holding close to his sides but my feet were pushing his trousers down.

"Be still,
Pyari
," he said against my mouth and he reached down to slide his hand into the pocket of his trousers,  He pulled out a length of condoms, laying them on the bed.  He pushed his trousers all the way off before turning back to me.

I glanced up at him trying, but failing, to keep a grin off my face.

"Hoping to get lucky, Sailor?"

"More like, praying…" he admitted before his mouth captured mine again.

"I've always wanted to be the answer to some guy's prayers," I whispered against his mouth.

He got up on his knees as he reached for a condom. I watched as he rolled it down his hard length. 

"Marianne?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Ram?" I whispered back waiting, wanting to have him fill me.

"I'm not just some guy," he whispered softly as he eased himself inside me.

 

*.*.*.*.*

He woke up slowly realizing that she was wrapped around him; her head on his chest, her arm draped over his waist, their legs tangled. 

And it felt…right.

Especially after last night.

He had never had sex like that, where there was more to a joining than just the body parts coming together.  Ever since they met, they had a connection between them, an electricity that was almost tangible.

Ram wanted her and now, after having her, he wanted more. 

He could feel himself begin to grow erect as he remembered their joining, watching her as he had slid into her.  Hearing her gasp as he sunk himself deeply, as if to claim her before he began to move, surging in, quickening his pace.

The thrusting of his hips rough even as she met him stroke for stroke.

Raising himself, straight armed so he could see.  Witnessed her generous breasts topped with her stiff nipples quivering as he pounded into her.  Observed the faint flush that stained her chest and face as he drove into her deeply, roughly again and again.

Looking down and watching their connection, her channel slick as it gripped and released his cock.  He had levered himself on one hand using his thumb to rub her swollen clit. Her head thrown back and her body bowed, crying out as she reached her peak.

His member had throbbed as he had watched her, deliciously tormented by the release he gave her, his name on her lips as she came. 

He had dropped back to his forearms, his face in her neck, breathless as his own orgasm came upon him.  He had driven into her, emptying himself into the condom with a full body shudder.

Her soft, warm hand encircled and stroked his cock that had hardened with just the memory of them the night before. 

"Morning, Sailor," she said softly, sleepily.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm hmm," she said on a full body stretch but her fondling, the sweet torture of her hand strokes beneath the sheet never stopped.

He turned so that she was on her back and his lips grazed hers, softly, teasingly before moving lower to nibble her neck.  And lower still to capture the sweet buds of her nipples, licking, nibbling, tonguing them until the stiff peaks glistened with the wetness from his mouth.

He toyed with her beautiful breasts and Marianne's hips began to move in shallow thrusts.  He caressed her slit, finding she was already wet. She continued to stroke him, rubbing, using his pre-cum to slide her hot hand slickly over him from root to head. 

She gasped as his fingers danced over her rapidly swelling nub before cupping her.

Ram moved, placing himself between her thighs, watching as she spread her legs.  He slid down her body, his tongue gliding over her creamy skin, circling her navel, licking his way downward.

He stopped and raised his head to look at her, his beautiful
Pyari
. Her eyes dilated with desire as she gazed back at him.  They shared a smile before he lowered his head to taste her, to tongue her, feeling her shiver as his tongue swirled. 

Her hands were in his hair and she thrust her hips up to his mouth with a cry when his tongue curled around her pleasure center.  He eased two fingers into her wet channel, hearing her whimper, he listened to it as it deepened into a moan.  Ram's cock jerked at the sound. He rubbed himself against the mattress as his busy tongue and busier fingers worked between her legs.

Her pussy pulsed around his fingers. With a cry, her hands left his hair to grasp and twist the bed sheets just as her whole body stilled and her insides clamped down on his fingers. 

"Oh, God," she ground out. "God,
Ram
."

His cock throbbed in response.

It was just when he was moving back up her body, dragging and pressing his hardness against her, that the alarm went off.

Ram dropped his head to her chest and groaned. 

Her hands caressed his shoulders as she sighed.

"You gotta go, honey," she whispered.

"Yeah, MG.  I gotta go," he murmured.

He moved up and kissed her softly before rolling to the edge of the bed.

 

Chapter Ten

 

I was just happy that the damn alarm hadn't gone off last night. 

I heard Ram in the shower and considered joining him but I didn't want to distract him from his job.  I wasn't sure of all the different pieces that he was responsible for, but as Chief, I knew he had a lot on his plate.

I got up and pulled on the blue nightgown that I had brought but not used and stepped into clean panties.  

I made my way to the kitchen, put the milk and tea on to boil before pulling out a couple of packets of Pop Tarts, setting them off to the side for Ram to tuck into his pocket.  Then I opened a pack for my breakfast, and put them into the toaster. 

After searching I finally found Ram's thermos.  A quick wash and rinse had it ready for his tea, which was just about done.

I pulled the now hot Pop Tarts from the toaster, filled Ram's thermos and poured myself a cup before sitting at the bar to enjoy my breakfast.

Ram came through carrying his socks and dropped a kiss on my shoulder as he moved through to the kitchen and stopped.

"Did you do this?" he asked, glancing from his thermos to me.

"The tea?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't that what you have in your thermos when you're out fighting crime?" I could feel my smile dancing around the corners of my mouth.

"Yeah."

"Then, yeah.  I made the tea, filled the thermos and set out a couple of your secret Pop Tarts so the big Kahuna of Grantham can make it through the day." I was trying really hard not to giggle, but the look on Ram's face over something as small as filling his thermos was priceless.  I was glad I could surprise him like that.

He didn't say anything more but just stared at me as I continued eating the flaky pastry with the strawberry filling. 

He took two long steps and caught me around my waist pulling me up and out of the barstool and his mouth claimed mine. 

It was hot, wet, but unfortunately short.

"I gotta go, MG," he said loosening his grip and letting me slide down the length of him.

"Yeah, honey.  I know."

"Can I call you later?"

"Ram, you can call me anytime," I said with a smile.  "Now go get the bad guys but be safe."

I watched as he put on his socks and shoved his feet in his boots.

He donned his coat and tucked the silver packets into the inside pocket then snagged his thermos and his keys.

"Bye,
Pyari
," he said from the hallway. "Just let the door close behind you, it has an automatic lock."

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