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S through Z › Unit, The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,641
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Unit. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
Combat Support - a "The Unit" fic
TITLE: Combat Support
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: The Unit
SHIP: Bob (Cool Breeze) / Bridget (Red Cap)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season Four
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 4 - Bridget offers Bob a way to blow off some steam after a mission.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Unit. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Bob turned his face up to the spray, letting the hot water pelt his face and run into his mouth. He spat the water out and wiped the water from his face, running his hands through his short hair before he leaned forward placing his hands on either side below the shower head. He lowered his head and rolled his shoulders as the water hit them and ran down his back. The hot water felt incredibly good as it sluiced the dirt of thirty-six hours in a combat zone off his skin. His advisory role had turned out to be a hell of a lot more hands on than expected. It had been touch and go on several occasions, but with Red Cap’s help on tactical he’d managed to achieve his objectives without loosing too many men.
He was glad they had accepted her into The Unit. She not only brightened up the scenery, but was also a really good asset in the field as well as in tactical. He sighed as he finally felt the tension in his muscles started to fade, even though he could still feel the adrenaline jitters in his body. He sighed as he twisted his neck from side to side as thick wreaths of steam curled up around him in the shower room. Adding injury to insult, he’d be returning to an empty home as Kim and the kids were visiting her mother in Texas for the week.
He froze as he felt a hand rest lightly between his shoulder blades. He had been so enthralled in his thoughts he hadn’t heard someone else enter the shower. What kept him frozen was that the hand felt way too smooth, the touch too intimate and lingering to be male. “Hey, Cool Breeze.” The now familiar voice of Red Cap greeted him as her fingers started to gently massage his neck. She’d been on the comm. with him for the entire time until he’d got onto a helicopter out of Iraq twelve hours ago. They’d shared more than just tactical intel and had got to know each other a little during the long predawn hours. Her voice kept him awake, alert and focused. “Bridget?” he tried to confirm without turning his head to find out. Her other hand joined its twin as she turned her attention to his shoulders. “You were expecting someone else?” she asked, amusement coloring her tone. “No… I… I wasn’t ex… expecting anyone. The rest of the team are still out on assignment and so are Bravo and Charlie.” He sputtered as she shifted directly behind him and he felt her breasts and the unmistakable feel of hard nipples press into his back.
His dick went from half-mast to full attention. He didn’t know why he thought she’d somehow be clothed in the shower with him. He licked lips that suddenly felt dry and closed his eyes and a flash of her naked body flashed across the darkness behind his eyelids. He didn’t think there was a single member of The Unit who hadn’t wondered what she looked like naked, having seen her in a few revealing outfits and changing clothes during several missions. He should be panicking more, definitely making some form of protest, but her hands felt wonderful, as did her body, as she pressed more of it against him. “What are you doing here, Bridget?” he asked his voice surprisingly level and calm even as she reached under his arm and started to slide her hand downward from his chest. “I know Kim’s away and I thought you might enjoy some company. I know I do. It’s been a long, hard couple of days.” She responded, her hand moving ever lower, fingertips drawing swirling patterns on his skin.
“Speaking of long and hard. I think you know what I mean by ‘Enjoy some company.” She continued as his dick twitched as she wrapped her fingers around it and ran her firm grip up his length. Bob groaned deep in his throat as his hips bucked, thrusting into her hand without conscious thought as the friction sent a surge of pleasure snaking up his spine. He felt the warm bloom of her lips pressing against the skin of his shoulder and then her swirling tongue as she stroked his length. “My what a fine asset. I can just think of all kinds of ways to deploy it.” She commented in a low sultry voice against the shell of his ear as she stopped massaging his shoulder all together and ran her hand down to cup one of his ass cheeks. He flexed his fingers against the white tiles in front of him. “You have to stop. I need you to stop, Bridge… I’m married… I love my wife.” He stated finally opening his eyes, determined to take control of the situation and do the right thing despite how wonderful her actions felt and how tempting her offer was.
Bob reached down and wrapped his hand around hers to still it on his cock and when he released it she released him. He felt a shiver run through his body as she stepped away, breaking all contact with him. He turned slowly, not quite sure what he would find. His imagination hadn’t quite done her justice. Bridget Sullivan was a beautiful woman, there was no mistaking that, but standing in front of him naked, lush, toned, feminine curves, pert, full breasts with long, thick, brown nipples a little bigger than the first joint of his middle finger on puffy, mushroom cap areola glistening through wreaths of rising steam, hair made dark, long and straight by the water framing smooth, oval features with large, light soulful eyes and full lips, she was breathtaking. He had always imagined her nipples would be little pebbles and pink for some reason. He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help himself and his dick twitched against his belly as it throbbed.
She stepped closer and reached passed him and shut off the water and the large tiled room became silent except for the dwindling drip of water and the gurgle of the drain. “I never said you didn’t. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Kim. You two are good together. This isn’t about that. I couldn’t actually help you out in the field, so… Think of this as a mutually beneficial extension of combat support between two consenting comrades who’ve shared the trenches, so to speak, on a dangerous op. Call it celebrating life or as a reward for a job well done. No one needs to be hurt by this, in fact, just the opposite.” She explained with a slight inviting, enticing tilt of her head and in a perfectly reasonable tone considering what she was proposing. “Whatever you want to happen next is up to you and only between you and me. I’ll leave, no harm, no foul if you can look me in the eye and tell me: No…” she promised, shifting just a bit closer to him so that they were just barely not touching and her eyes were locked to his.
He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “Bridget, I… I haven’t been with another woman in… in a very long time. I love my wife.” He hedged unconvincingly aware of the subtle scent of vanilla and the unmistakable spice of arousal wafting off her. “That wasn’t a no.” she whispered, her breath tickling his lips a moment before she pressed hers to them and he surrendered. “God forgive me. It isn’t.” he admitted before he gathered her to him, wrapping his arms around her and tilting his head to cement their lip lock. She took one of his hands and placed it between them on her breast and he closed his hand on the pert globe, testing and weighing the more than handful of firm flesh, feeling her hard nipple hot against his palm as their mouths slid sensuously together and their tongues dueled.
Bob shifted his weight, placing his one foot between hers and spun her until he had her up against the tiles under the still dripping shower head. His hand tensed and relaxed rhythmically, testing the firm, pliant, but resilient flesh of her breast and ground her nipple into his palm. She moaned into his mouth as she also ground her sex against thigh. It was hot and far more slippery than water from the shower could have accounted for. He joined her, groaning as his throbbing erection slid back and forth against the water slicked, toned and smooth sculpted curve of her trim belly, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Bob let his lips slide from hers and nibbled down the curve of her chin as she tilted her head back. He licked, nipped and sucked his way down the side of her neck, paying extra attention to the pulse point, where he could feel the pounding of her blood propelled by her thrumming heart.
Bridget’s fingernails massaged his scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair while her other hand drew mysterious patterns across his shoulder blades and up and down his back as he let his hands and lips explore her. He didn’t set out to do so, but it was inevitable as he made comparisons between her and Kim. Her body was harder, more defined, yet no less feminine as he traced her lush curves, ridges, valleys and plains. Her skin was smooth, but occasionally marred by the scars that were part and parcel of their unique occupation. He counted three made by knives and two by bullets by the time his hand slid back up her thigh to cup and fondle her ass as she had started doing to his. He carried similar ones. She groaned, her chest vibrating under his lips as he lapped at the now cool drops beaded on it before he ran his tongue down and then up the shadowy valley of her cleavage. He groaned against the skin of her breast as he circled her areola when she worm her hand down in between them and wrapped her fingers, once again, firmly around his rock hard, throbbing shaft. He suckled at first one firm tube and then the other as her fist skimmed the length of his shaft, making it pulse against her grip.
She grasped the base of his cock and he bent his knees at her quiet insistence, lifting his mouth from her breast and cupping her firm ass as she steered him lower and between her legs. Her snatch radiated heat onto his dick as she slid its pointed head through her slick folds and seated him at her entrance. Her tongue peeked out and made a slow circuit of her lips as she released him. He groaned and she drew in a sharp, hitched breath, her eyelids fluttering closed and her chin lifting as her straight white teeth pressed into her full lower lip when he straightened up and drove himself up into her. Her sex surrounded him with slippery heat, pressure and caressed his length with delicious friction as he filled and stretched her and she slowly exhaled. She slid up along the tiles, momentarily stalling his journey to her core, but he felt her lean back and brace herself, hands clutching at his shoulders to give him the resistance he need to pierce her core and they were one and he undulated against her as she slowly circled her hips to adjust to his invasion. She smiled at him lazily and opened her eyes as he ground against her. “That feels good.” She sighed. “Yes, Ma’m, it does.” He agreed as he started to rock his hips causing him to saw back and forth in the inviting grip of her tight snatch.
Bridget drew her legs up higher and wrapped her arms around his neck. Using that leverage she strained with him to increase the range of his movement until they found a steady rhythm and pace as she rode him and he drove in and out of her. Their lips met for a brief intense kiss, but soon parted as they labored for breath while starting to move faster. She felt exquisite on his dick, a squeezing, flexing fist wrapped in a velvet glove traversing his length, her smooth skin sliding along his, the hard tubes of her nipples dragging along his chest, scrawling mysterious, tingling patterns as she rocked and rolled her hips. He told her as much in breathy, groaning stops and starts while he caressed the backs of her thighs and the lower curves of her ass. She urged him on with praises and dire threats that transformed into gasps, moans and finally soft cries as he obliged, thrusting and grinding harder, his mouth latching onto and nursing at one of her hard, nipples. He could feel the beat of her racing heart pulsing through the rubbery nub as he nipped and swirled his tongue around it.
He felt his balls tighten and his need for release started to hammer at his will to continue drawing pleasure from delving in and out of the slick furnace of her core. He growled as her nails scored across his shoulder blades and he slammed up into her, feeling the shockwave of the collision shudder up her lithe form as the slap of his skin against hers echoed off the tiles and mingled with her cries as they increased in volume. His pace was now frantic and frenetic, every ounce of his strength dedicated to pounding into her and she matched him stroke for delightful stroke. His lungs had the hot; burn of exertion, like he’d been running full tilt for miles and his heart beat a trip hammer tattoo against his ribs. Bob lifted his mouth from her breasts, lest he hurt her as he felt his jaw start to clench and the small of his back twitch as the delicious tension in his loins twisted to the point where he was dancing along the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. Her sex quivered around him and then contracted in rapid pulses and her arms and legs tightened around him before he heard her make a muffled, whining, whimpering wail-like squeak which vibrated against his skin as she pressed her mouth against his neck.
Bob managed one last powerful thrust, driving himself through the crushing grip of her twisting intimate flesh. She cried out, short and sharp, her teeth testing his skin, as his fingers bit into her flesh as he threw his head back and with humping hips pumped his seed into her in heavy, pulsing spurts. He trapped the scream of triumph and satisfaction that rumbled from his chest and bubbled up his throat behind clenched teeth as the bliss of complete release snaked up his spine and sparked across his nerves in intense waves of white-hot flashes of sensation. He shuddered as muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing at random. He breathed hard through his nose, the steam of the shower was now replaced with the heavy, spicy musk of sex and it tantalized his sense of smell, adding to the overall swirl of sexual energy that inundated his senses. Her sex rippled around him massaging his pulsing length on a fresh flood of liquid heat and she whimpered against his neck as his hips jerked in response, grinding against her clit.
He emptied himself into her and still his hips continued to pump, still trying to get deeper into her. His climax finally ran its course and took his strength with it. He felt his legs and arms shake with the aftermath of his exertion and he shifted forward as best he could to pin her more firmly against the wall and braced himself to continue holding her weight as she clung limply to him. She raised her head and dragged wet curls and tendrils of her damp hair out of her face. Their chests heaved in counter point as they sort to normalize their breathing, his chest expanding and further flattening the warm pillows of her breasts. Her eyelids fluttered, but her eyes remained half-lidded as a lazy, satisfied smile curled up the edges of her lips. He could feel the same expression on his face as nature took its course and he slowly started to shrink and retreat out of her snug embrace. Bridget sighed softly and her snatch contract for a moment in an attempt to hold him in place, but failed.
Bob really believed he should be feeling more guilt for cheating on his wife, now that the deed was done and he should be able to think with the head on his shoulders, but he didn’t. “Nothing that felt that good could be wrong.” He rationalized even though he knew that it wasn’t strictly true, but he also believed Red cap that there were no strings attached to what they had done and no one was going to be hurt by it. He bent his knees and allowed her to settle her feet on the floor after she unlocked her ankles and lowered her legs. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and gently pulled his lips to her for a slow, searching kiss, which he returned with matching tenderness as he wrapped her in his arms.
“It’s bad form to mention it, but Kim’s a very lucky woman.” Bridget stated after she broke the kiss with a final, quick, light touch of her lips to his. “I don’t know about that.” He disagreed, considering the fact that he had just had sex with a woman who was not the mother of his children. “Don’t be ridiculous. What I wouldn’t give for a man like you. You’re a good guy, smart, funny, dependable and…” She persisted before stopping and suddenly averting her eyes from his. He was surprised and intrigued to see blooms of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “And?” he urged her to continue. She ducked her head for a moment and then raised it to meet his gaze once more, a nervous smile twitching at her full lips even as the tips of her teeth worried at the lower one.
The confident, vivacious seductress who had surprised him in the shower was gone and she seemed suddenly shy and uncertain. The change was a little startling, but it also gave him a glimpse of the softer, feminine side of her that their everyday interaction would not have. “And?” he asked again, softly. “And… You really know how to… for the lack of a better term, fuck.” She finally responded quietly. “Fuck? Is that what we just did?” he queried with a frown, not quite sure why he found the idea repugnant and she shook her head, the worrying of her teeth at her lip growing more pronounced. “No… No, we didn’t. I just don’t know what else you would call it. I came here to have sex with you, to help you blow off some steam, but I’ve never given myself over to a man like that before or so thoroughly enjoyed being taken like that either. It was amazing, so animal, and so free… Fuck was just the closest term I could think of to describe it. ” She replied, her voice rising with her need for him to believe her.
“It was, wasn’t it.” He admitted as he replayed their wild, frantic union in his mind and he watched as the nervous worry faded from her beautiful features. He also felt a certain tension he hadn’t noticed building, lift from inside him. He suddenly became aware that his hands had, without his conscious direction, slid from her hips to caress her buttocks and that his dick was miraculously starting to show signs of life once again. She flicked her eyes down to it and then up to his. He slowly took a deep breath and a step back, letting his hands slide along her skin before breaking the contact. “And it will never, ever happen again.” He stated softly, but with certainty as he drank in the beauty of her naked form, for what he realized, would most likely be the last time. “No, it won’t.” she concurred, her smile turning just a touch regretful, but her words ringing true.
He straightened and snapped her a salute, which she returned with equal crispness. “Red Cap, you’re a good soldier, but even better, one hell of a lady.” He informed her sincerely and before she could reply he turned on his hell and left.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: The Unit
SHIP: Bob (Cool Breeze) / Bridget (Red Cap)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season Four
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 4 - Bridget offers Bob a way to blow off some steam after a mission.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Unit. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Bob turned his face up to the spray, letting the hot water pelt his face and run into his mouth. He spat the water out and wiped the water from his face, running his hands through his short hair before he leaned forward placing his hands on either side below the shower head. He lowered his head and rolled his shoulders as the water hit them and ran down his back. The hot water felt incredibly good as it sluiced the dirt of thirty-six hours in a combat zone off his skin. His advisory role had turned out to be a hell of a lot more hands on than expected. It had been touch and go on several occasions, but with Red Cap’s help on tactical he’d managed to achieve his objectives without loosing too many men.
He was glad they had accepted her into The Unit. She not only brightened up the scenery, but was also a really good asset in the field as well as in tactical. He sighed as he finally felt the tension in his muscles started to fade, even though he could still feel the adrenaline jitters in his body. He sighed as he twisted his neck from side to side as thick wreaths of steam curled up around him in the shower room. Adding injury to insult, he’d be returning to an empty home as Kim and the kids were visiting her mother in Texas for the week.
He froze as he felt a hand rest lightly between his shoulder blades. He had been so enthralled in his thoughts he hadn’t heard someone else enter the shower. What kept him frozen was that the hand felt way too smooth, the touch too intimate and lingering to be male. “Hey, Cool Breeze.” The now familiar voice of Red Cap greeted him as her fingers started to gently massage his neck. She’d been on the comm. with him for the entire time until he’d got onto a helicopter out of Iraq twelve hours ago. They’d shared more than just tactical intel and had got to know each other a little during the long predawn hours. Her voice kept him awake, alert and focused. “Bridget?” he tried to confirm without turning his head to find out. Her other hand joined its twin as she turned her attention to his shoulders. “You were expecting someone else?” she asked, amusement coloring her tone. “No… I… I wasn’t ex… expecting anyone. The rest of the team are still out on assignment and so are Bravo and Charlie.” He sputtered as she shifted directly behind him and he felt her breasts and the unmistakable feel of hard nipples press into his back.
His dick went from half-mast to full attention. He didn’t know why he thought she’d somehow be clothed in the shower with him. He licked lips that suddenly felt dry and closed his eyes and a flash of her naked body flashed across the darkness behind his eyelids. He didn’t think there was a single member of The Unit who hadn’t wondered what she looked like naked, having seen her in a few revealing outfits and changing clothes during several missions. He should be panicking more, definitely making some form of protest, but her hands felt wonderful, as did her body, as she pressed more of it against him. “What are you doing here, Bridget?” he asked his voice surprisingly level and calm even as she reached under his arm and started to slide her hand downward from his chest. “I know Kim’s away and I thought you might enjoy some company. I know I do. It’s been a long, hard couple of days.” She responded, her hand moving ever lower, fingertips drawing swirling patterns on his skin.
“Speaking of long and hard. I think you know what I mean by ‘Enjoy some company.” She continued as his dick twitched as she wrapped her fingers around it and ran her firm grip up his length. Bob groaned deep in his throat as his hips bucked, thrusting into her hand without conscious thought as the friction sent a surge of pleasure snaking up his spine. He felt the warm bloom of her lips pressing against the skin of his shoulder and then her swirling tongue as she stroked his length. “My what a fine asset. I can just think of all kinds of ways to deploy it.” She commented in a low sultry voice against the shell of his ear as she stopped massaging his shoulder all together and ran her hand down to cup one of his ass cheeks. He flexed his fingers against the white tiles in front of him. “You have to stop. I need you to stop, Bridge… I’m married… I love my wife.” He stated finally opening his eyes, determined to take control of the situation and do the right thing despite how wonderful her actions felt and how tempting her offer was.
Bob reached down and wrapped his hand around hers to still it on his cock and when he released it she released him. He felt a shiver run through his body as she stepped away, breaking all contact with him. He turned slowly, not quite sure what he would find. His imagination hadn’t quite done her justice. Bridget Sullivan was a beautiful woman, there was no mistaking that, but standing in front of him naked, lush, toned, feminine curves, pert, full breasts with long, thick, brown nipples a little bigger than the first joint of his middle finger on puffy, mushroom cap areola glistening through wreaths of rising steam, hair made dark, long and straight by the water framing smooth, oval features with large, light soulful eyes and full lips, she was breathtaking. He had always imagined her nipples would be little pebbles and pink for some reason. He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help himself and his dick twitched against his belly as it throbbed.
She stepped closer and reached passed him and shut off the water and the large tiled room became silent except for the dwindling drip of water and the gurgle of the drain. “I never said you didn’t. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Kim. You two are good together. This isn’t about that. I couldn’t actually help you out in the field, so… Think of this as a mutually beneficial extension of combat support between two consenting comrades who’ve shared the trenches, so to speak, on a dangerous op. Call it celebrating life or as a reward for a job well done. No one needs to be hurt by this, in fact, just the opposite.” She explained with a slight inviting, enticing tilt of her head and in a perfectly reasonable tone considering what she was proposing. “Whatever you want to happen next is up to you and only between you and me. I’ll leave, no harm, no foul if you can look me in the eye and tell me: No…” she promised, shifting just a bit closer to him so that they were just barely not touching and her eyes were locked to his.
He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “Bridget, I… I haven’t been with another woman in… in a very long time. I love my wife.” He hedged unconvincingly aware of the subtle scent of vanilla and the unmistakable spice of arousal wafting off her. “That wasn’t a no.” she whispered, her breath tickling his lips a moment before she pressed hers to them and he surrendered. “God forgive me. It isn’t.” he admitted before he gathered her to him, wrapping his arms around her and tilting his head to cement their lip lock. She took one of his hands and placed it between them on her breast and he closed his hand on the pert globe, testing and weighing the more than handful of firm flesh, feeling her hard nipple hot against his palm as their mouths slid sensuously together and their tongues dueled.
Bob shifted his weight, placing his one foot between hers and spun her until he had her up against the tiles under the still dripping shower head. His hand tensed and relaxed rhythmically, testing the firm, pliant, but resilient flesh of her breast and ground her nipple into his palm. She moaned into his mouth as she also ground her sex against thigh. It was hot and far more slippery than water from the shower could have accounted for. He joined her, groaning as his throbbing erection slid back and forth against the water slicked, toned and smooth sculpted curve of her trim belly, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Bob let his lips slide from hers and nibbled down the curve of her chin as she tilted her head back. He licked, nipped and sucked his way down the side of her neck, paying extra attention to the pulse point, where he could feel the pounding of her blood propelled by her thrumming heart.
Bridget’s fingernails massaged his scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair while her other hand drew mysterious patterns across his shoulder blades and up and down his back as he let his hands and lips explore her. He didn’t set out to do so, but it was inevitable as he made comparisons between her and Kim. Her body was harder, more defined, yet no less feminine as he traced her lush curves, ridges, valleys and plains. Her skin was smooth, but occasionally marred by the scars that were part and parcel of their unique occupation. He counted three made by knives and two by bullets by the time his hand slid back up her thigh to cup and fondle her ass as she had started doing to his. He carried similar ones. She groaned, her chest vibrating under his lips as he lapped at the now cool drops beaded on it before he ran his tongue down and then up the shadowy valley of her cleavage. He groaned against the skin of her breast as he circled her areola when she worm her hand down in between them and wrapped her fingers, once again, firmly around his rock hard, throbbing shaft. He suckled at first one firm tube and then the other as her fist skimmed the length of his shaft, making it pulse against her grip.
She grasped the base of his cock and he bent his knees at her quiet insistence, lifting his mouth from her breast and cupping her firm ass as she steered him lower and between her legs. Her snatch radiated heat onto his dick as she slid its pointed head through her slick folds and seated him at her entrance. Her tongue peeked out and made a slow circuit of her lips as she released him. He groaned and she drew in a sharp, hitched breath, her eyelids fluttering closed and her chin lifting as her straight white teeth pressed into her full lower lip when he straightened up and drove himself up into her. Her sex surrounded him with slippery heat, pressure and caressed his length with delicious friction as he filled and stretched her and she slowly exhaled. She slid up along the tiles, momentarily stalling his journey to her core, but he felt her lean back and brace herself, hands clutching at his shoulders to give him the resistance he need to pierce her core and they were one and he undulated against her as she slowly circled her hips to adjust to his invasion. She smiled at him lazily and opened her eyes as he ground against her. “That feels good.” She sighed. “Yes, Ma’m, it does.” He agreed as he started to rock his hips causing him to saw back and forth in the inviting grip of her tight snatch.
Bridget drew her legs up higher and wrapped her arms around his neck. Using that leverage she strained with him to increase the range of his movement until they found a steady rhythm and pace as she rode him and he drove in and out of her. Their lips met for a brief intense kiss, but soon parted as they labored for breath while starting to move faster. She felt exquisite on his dick, a squeezing, flexing fist wrapped in a velvet glove traversing his length, her smooth skin sliding along his, the hard tubes of her nipples dragging along his chest, scrawling mysterious, tingling patterns as she rocked and rolled her hips. He told her as much in breathy, groaning stops and starts while he caressed the backs of her thighs and the lower curves of her ass. She urged him on with praises and dire threats that transformed into gasps, moans and finally soft cries as he obliged, thrusting and grinding harder, his mouth latching onto and nursing at one of her hard, nipples. He could feel the beat of her racing heart pulsing through the rubbery nub as he nipped and swirled his tongue around it.
He felt his balls tighten and his need for release started to hammer at his will to continue drawing pleasure from delving in and out of the slick furnace of her core. He growled as her nails scored across his shoulder blades and he slammed up into her, feeling the shockwave of the collision shudder up her lithe form as the slap of his skin against hers echoed off the tiles and mingled with her cries as they increased in volume. His pace was now frantic and frenetic, every ounce of his strength dedicated to pounding into her and she matched him stroke for delightful stroke. His lungs had the hot; burn of exertion, like he’d been running full tilt for miles and his heart beat a trip hammer tattoo against his ribs. Bob lifted his mouth from her breasts, lest he hurt her as he felt his jaw start to clench and the small of his back twitch as the delicious tension in his loins twisted to the point where he was dancing along the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. Her sex quivered around him and then contracted in rapid pulses and her arms and legs tightened around him before he heard her make a muffled, whining, whimpering wail-like squeak which vibrated against his skin as she pressed her mouth against his neck.
Bob managed one last powerful thrust, driving himself through the crushing grip of her twisting intimate flesh. She cried out, short and sharp, her teeth testing his skin, as his fingers bit into her flesh as he threw his head back and with humping hips pumped his seed into her in heavy, pulsing spurts. He trapped the scream of triumph and satisfaction that rumbled from his chest and bubbled up his throat behind clenched teeth as the bliss of complete release snaked up his spine and sparked across his nerves in intense waves of white-hot flashes of sensation. He shuddered as muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing at random. He breathed hard through his nose, the steam of the shower was now replaced with the heavy, spicy musk of sex and it tantalized his sense of smell, adding to the overall swirl of sexual energy that inundated his senses. Her sex rippled around him massaging his pulsing length on a fresh flood of liquid heat and she whimpered against his neck as his hips jerked in response, grinding against her clit.
He emptied himself into her and still his hips continued to pump, still trying to get deeper into her. His climax finally ran its course and took his strength with it. He felt his legs and arms shake with the aftermath of his exertion and he shifted forward as best he could to pin her more firmly against the wall and braced himself to continue holding her weight as she clung limply to him. She raised her head and dragged wet curls and tendrils of her damp hair out of her face. Their chests heaved in counter point as they sort to normalize their breathing, his chest expanding and further flattening the warm pillows of her breasts. Her eyelids fluttered, but her eyes remained half-lidded as a lazy, satisfied smile curled up the edges of her lips. He could feel the same expression on his face as nature took its course and he slowly started to shrink and retreat out of her snug embrace. Bridget sighed softly and her snatch contract for a moment in an attempt to hold him in place, but failed.
Bob really believed he should be feeling more guilt for cheating on his wife, now that the deed was done and he should be able to think with the head on his shoulders, but he didn’t. “Nothing that felt that good could be wrong.” He rationalized even though he knew that it wasn’t strictly true, but he also believed Red cap that there were no strings attached to what they had done and no one was going to be hurt by it. He bent his knees and allowed her to settle her feet on the floor after she unlocked her ankles and lowered her legs. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and gently pulled his lips to her for a slow, searching kiss, which he returned with matching tenderness as he wrapped her in his arms.
“It’s bad form to mention it, but Kim’s a very lucky woman.” Bridget stated after she broke the kiss with a final, quick, light touch of her lips to his. “I don’t know about that.” He disagreed, considering the fact that he had just had sex with a woman who was not the mother of his children. “Don’t be ridiculous. What I wouldn’t give for a man like you. You’re a good guy, smart, funny, dependable and…” She persisted before stopping and suddenly averting her eyes from his. He was surprised and intrigued to see blooms of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “And?” he urged her to continue. She ducked her head for a moment and then raised it to meet his gaze once more, a nervous smile twitching at her full lips even as the tips of her teeth worried at the lower one.
The confident, vivacious seductress who had surprised him in the shower was gone and she seemed suddenly shy and uncertain. The change was a little startling, but it also gave him a glimpse of the softer, feminine side of her that their everyday interaction would not have. “And?” he asked again, softly. “And… You really know how to… for the lack of a better term, fuck.” She finally responded quietly. “Fuck? Is that what we just did?” he queried with a frown, not quite sure why he found the idea repugnant and she shook her head, the worrying of her teeth at her lip growing more pronounced. “No… No, we didn’t. I just don’t know what else you would call it. I came here to have sex with you, to help you blow off some steam, but I’ve never given myself over to a man like that before or so thoroughly enjoyed being taken like that either. It was amazing, so animal, and so free… Fuck was just the closest term I could think of to describe it. ” She replied, her voice rising with her need for him to believe her.
“It was, wasn’t it.” He admitted as he replayed their wild, frantic union in his mind and he watched as the nervous worry faded from her beautiful features. He also felt a certain tension he hadn’t noticed building, lift from inside him. He suddenly became aware that his hands had, without his conscious direction, slid from her hips to caress her buttocks and that his dick was miraculously starting to show signs of life once again. She flicked her eyes down to it and then up to his. He slowly took a deep breath and a step back, letting his hands slide along her skin before breaking the contact. “And it will never, ever happen again.” He stated softly, but with certainty as he drank in the beauty of her naked form, for what he realized, would most likely be the last time. “No, it won’t.” she concurred, her smile turning just a touch regretful, but her words ringing true.
He straightened and snapped her a salute, which she returned with equal crispness. “Red Cap, you’re a good soldier, but even better, one hell of a lady.” He informed her sincerely and before she could reply he turned on his hell and left.
THE END