TO SERVE AND OBEY

Chapter 9

They are barely inside Stone's tent, sexual combustion explodes between them. His fingers release her hair from its distasteful band and combs through her blonde silk strands. The heat of desire burns, liquefying her icy blue eyes. His lips claim hers. Aleska groans low in her throat. Her fingers slide deep into his hair. She melts into him, feeling the scorching heat through his shirt. Her hands dip through his shirt, caress over the taut muscles. The brush of her fingers pulse over his chest causing him to gasp. Desire rages like a furnace through his veins. His breath hitches. His mouth continues to devour hers with voracious intensity. His palm cups over her breast. The tips of her breasts respond to his masterful provocation causing her body to quiver.

A few buttons get undone, allowing his tongue to suckle her delicate pink peaks. They ache, burn, greedily lust for more of his caresses. Molten heat sears her nerve endings. His hands grip her tiny waist, cradling the feminine swell of her hips. They trace a path all the way down to the elegant sweep of her slender thighs that smoulder with heat and burn for his attention. Aleska pulls his head to meet her lips, first with slow sensuality, then with raw hunger. Her tongue welcomes him, duels with him. His mouth plunders hers. His hand dips beneath her cotton trousers. His finger delves beneath the triangle of curls. She is trembling.

'YA khochu, chtoby ty tak mnogo. Bol'no.' I want you so much it ...hurts. She confesses.

'Here?'

He torments, touching the core of her womanhood with such unerring precision, feeling her heat, as her muscles throb against his finger. He hears her breath quicken as his fingers moved in a rhythmic caress.

'Da ...' Yes .

She plucks impatiently at the belt of his trousers, frees his engorged member. Her fingers close around his erect shaft, rake over his steel encased velvet member. Her touch makes him moan with pleasure. He is soft as silk, hard as nails. She feels a heady tingling sensation all through her body. Impatient, she wraps one leg possessively around his hip.

Ty nuzhen mne ... seychas.' I need you---now, she pleads.

'Aleska,' he slurs in an unsteady voice, heat smouldering his eyes. He can wait no longer either and positions her against the table. Still fully dressed, just their trousers lowered he sinks into her, sighing heavily.

His palms mould her buttocks to his pelvis. He sinks deeper, fills her with all of his possession. Each thrust is pure ecstasy. She feels the intensity of her pleasure soar to unbearable heights. Her fingers dig deep into his muscled shoulders as his hardened shaft rocks her fiercely thrusting and taunting her endlessly. Her hands move down to hold him deeper inside her just before she explodes. Her breathless pleasure shakes him to the core when the first orgasm rocks her body. She clings to him powerlessly ...whimpering disjointed endearments in broken Russian syllables. She is breathless, quivering, weak at the knees. Their coupling was quick, explosive, beautiful and so, so pleasurable.

Stone marvels at her apparent fixity. This is a hardened soldier whom he has witnessed jumping of an aircraft in flight. She has endured sub- zero temperatures in God-forsaken environments. He witnessed first-hand, how she effortlessly took down more than six toughened men single-handedly, yet here she is, boneless in his arms, immobilized by the after effects of explosive sex.

He cradles her assuaged body close to his chest as he carries her to his bed. He holds her gaze with the dark intensity of his hot and hungry eyes. Their lips meet again, tongues lock, limbs tangle, passion, hunger, jockey amidst quick snatches of oxygen. Clothes, are discarded. He is about to toss her shirt away, then stalls. Aleska giggles. He joins her.

'On the table,' Aleska whispers.

Stone nods and carefully places her shirt on the table, for easy access, if emergency requires her to get dressed in a hurry. His eyes feast on her small but perfect breasts before his lips roams over her aroused pink tips. She undresses him. His clothes join hers on the table. She is overwhelmed by his sheer physical magnetism. Not an ounce of spare flesh and she cannot tear her eyes off him.