They were both exploding, together in an endless loop where she contracted around him again and it set him off which set her off again, so intense it was like dying, only of pleasure not of pain.
He had no idea how long he kept moving inside her in great jerking motions. She was so wet he was making embarrassing sounds as he moved in her. It was impossible to tell whether it was her juices or his and it didn’t make any difference, the important thing was that he was able to move fast and hard in her without any impediment at all. At the beginning it would have been impossible to move like this. She had been so tight and she still was, but nature had taken care of that for them.
Jon’s hips slammed against her and he came again, with no sense of how many times he’d already come. It felt like he’d been climaxing for hours, the entire world reduced to his dick moving in her, endlessly.
But finally, finally, the spurts subsided and he could feel himself soften, just a little. Or at least he wasn’t painfully stone hard.
With one last cry, Sophie subsided, the soft arms and legs that had held him so tightly falling back to the bed, the tension in her thighs and groin gone.
He shouldn’t, but he let his entire weight rest on Sophie because his spine had just melted. He would probably never move again, a total cripple. But a cripple that was going to lie on Sophie Daniels forever, semi erect dick half in-half out of her.
Worked for him.
They were covered in sweat, mainly his because he recognized his smell. Overlaid by a faint smell of spring and lavender, which was her. His hair was plastered to his scalp and he could feel sweat pooling in the small of his back. They were both wet around the groin, but that wasn’t sweat. He recognized that smell, too.
A marking scent. His marking scent. It had never come out of him before but he recognized it instantly. Some atavistic part of him wanted to rub himself all over Sophie so she was steeped in his scent. Parts of her weren’t touching him. The soles of her feet, for instance. If some man were to take her shoes off and sniff the soles of her feet, he wouldn’t smell Jon. Well, that was unthinkable.
And all over her back. They were stuck together along their fronts but her back was Jon-less. Oh man, he had to do something about that, pronto. Just as soon as he regained the use of his spine. And limbs.
He kissed her ear lazily, because his mouth was one part of him that obeyed the command to move. “Wow,” he whispered. “That was?—”
And a bell sounded and the world turned upside down.
In the space of less than a second Jon switched from exhausted, contented lover to warrior on a mission. For the merest instant he regretted interrupting what they had, though a part of him recognized that if he was going to die in the next 24 hours, at least he’d had the best sex of his life.
And then the instant passed and he went into full Warrior Mode.
He lifted himself up and away, standing up next to the bed.
Sophie was finally able to take a deep breath without his heavy torso on her chest. Her eyes fluttered open. “What was that?”
Jon was already assembling his gear. “I set my scanner to sound an alarm when it recognized that the trailing edge of the swarm was half an hour out. We’ve got thirty minutes to get ready and then we make a break for the helicopter.”
Sophie was already up. She went to the bathroom and he heard the shower go on for one minute, tops. And she emerged and dressed quickly, no fumbling. Good girl.
Jon kept an eye on the time as they readied themselves. He pulled a swatch of material out of his backpack and motioned Sophie over. Her eyes held a question but she was otherwise composed. For a second he allowed himself a flash of pride. What a woman. She’d risen from a bed where’d they’d had the most incredible sex possible and were now on a war footing where no tender words could be spoken. In the space of a couple of minutes.
Anything that broke the mood of the deepest possible seriousness was a weakness, intolerable. She could have fumbled, pouted at the change in mood but she didn’t. She was completely ready, watching his face for cues, obedient to any gesture he made.
She was a great teammate.
She wasn’t a pushover and she wasn’t the kind of woman to obey a man because he was a man. But she was super smart and recognized that in this arena, he knew more than she did.
Once they got back to Haven, Jon would deliver her to the lab and step back while she entered a world she knew infinitely more about than he did. It was the kind of teamwork he had with his teammates and it reassured him that he could count on her.
“Here.” He stretched out the dark, malleable material that seemed to absorb light. He recognized his body armor wouldn’t fit her, otherwise he’d give it to her, gladly. “Hold your arms up.” Her arms went immediately up. He fitted a tunic of ballistic material over her as if it were a front and back apron, making sure it fit along her sides, covering them as much as possible, velcroing it together. It covered her arms, torso and back and reached down to her knees.
He looked at her. She’d watched him carefully, following his murmured instructions to the letter. She looked a little like a medieval knight from space. “This is ballistic material and it’s guaranteed to stop a bullet and diffuse the charge of a stunner. No one could have possibly predicted the infected. But it will save you from a bite in the areas the material covers you. It’s not perfect but it’s the best I can do. Now stretch your limbs and make sure you understand your range of movement.”
She stretched her arms up and to the sides. Bent forward then backward as far as she could. Exactly what he would have told her to do, only she did it before he could say it.
“Do you know how to handle a gun?”
Her eyes grew wide. “No. I’m sorry, but no.”
“Stunner?”
She shook her head.
