Surprise visit

Rated R

He was bone tired.  Beyond exhausted, but it was finally over.  It had been a hard case, but they had finally gotten the bust and Tremayne was in jail.  Undercover work was never easy, but this one had seemed particularly difficult and he could still feel the tension of it radiating through every muscle in his body.  However, his team was alive and accounted for and that was all he cared about.

Slipping the key into the lock of his front door, he opened it and entered the dark condominium.  It was late, just past midnight, and he’d been gone for nearly a month.  He expected the condo to smell stale from being closed up for that length of time, but instead it smelled fresh and . . . he stiffened as he dropped his bags and immediately pulled his gun from it’s place under his left arm.  The air conditioner was on which meant . . .

Somebody was here . . .

Slowly, methodically, he made his way through the dark condo, all his senses on high alert as he carefully checked each room on the first floor.  No one should be here.  He hadn’t hired a house sitter; he didn’t have pets that needed feeding or plants that needed watering.  The sweet elderly couple that lived next door collected his mail, but they didn’t have a key to the condo, so his mail should be over there waiting for him to pick it up in the morning.  No one had a key, but . . .

He froze.  Surely not.  She would have called first.  But you haven’t been here, you idiot!  Her message was probably one of the many that were blinking on his answering machine right now.  She had an open invitation, which was why she had a key.  On silent feet he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.  His hand still wrapped around the butt of his gun, still ready . . . just in case.

He stood in the doorway of his bedroom, locating her still form easily on the bed.  Even with the a/c on it was still warm out and she’d kicked the covers off in her sleep.  She was nude, asleep on her stomach with her dark hair fanned out behind her on the pillow.  He slipped his gun back into the shoulder harness and leaned against the doorframe, content just to watch her sleep for a few minutes.  The moon peeked in through an opening in the curtains, revealing the shadowy outline of her pale skin, but the dim light wasn’t necessary because he knew every inch of her body.  The curve of her hip as it jutted up slightly from her leg being drawn up.  The arch of her back, the roundness of her buttocks.  The fullness of her breasts were currently hidden from his view, but it didn’t matter.  In his mind’s eye he could see the firm mounds of flesh and the dark nipples that called to him, teasing him.  He drew in a sharp breath as his body reacted.  The familiar stirring in his groin whenever she was near.

Slowly he crossed the room until he stood over the bed.  His night vision was perfect and as he drew closer, he could see her more clearly.  When had he seen her last?  He knew it had been months ago.  Their meetings were so infrequent and brief, but it came with the job.  With both of their jobs.  She was a flight attendant and traveled all over the world, and with his work with the FBI, well, their relationship was sporadic at best.  Neither one could promise forever but yet neither one of them chose to see other people.  They had an unspoken agreement, he supposed, which suited him just fine.  While he couldn’t promise her forever, he certainly didn’t want anyone else either.  It was selfish of him, he knew, but he also knew she felt the same of him.  These fleeting moments were all they could give each other.  It was enough.

Quietly he removed his shoulder harness and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.  He needed to shower before slipping into bed with her, so he silently turned and went into the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on.  Stripping down, he adjusted the hot and cold until he had the temperature he wanted, then stepped in under the spray of hot water.  His eyes were red and felt gritty from lack of sleep, his body drained of energy.  He could feel his muscles begin to relax as the hot water pounded against his shoulders and back.  He ducked his head under and allowed the water to soak his short hair.  He reached for the shampoo and made quick work of washing his hair.  He was just reaching for the washcloth and the soap when he heard the soft click of the shower door.

Slowly he turned to face her, the steam from the hot water rising around them.  She stepped in, closing the shower door behind her.  They stared at each other in the dark for several long seconds.  “I was afraid I would miss you this visit.”  Her voice was whisper soft.  He had to strain his ears to hear her over the noise of the water.

“How long have you been here?”

She stepped forward, taking the washcloth and bar of soap from his hands.  “I got in late last night.”  He didn’t ask when she was leaving and she didn’t say.  For both of them it was enough that she was there now.  Wrapping the soap in the washcloth, she lathered it up well and then placed the soap back in the soap dish.  “Turn around,” she commanded softly.  He obediently turned and she began to wash his back.  She started at his broad shoulders and worked her way down his muscular back, over his tight ass and down each leg.  She could feel him tense whenever she would pass over a sensitive spot, then relax as she moved on.

Finally she told him to turn, and while the water from the showerhead rinsed his back, she started on his front.  She knew without looking that he was aroused.  She looked up at him as he watched her and she smiled.  Once again she started at his shoulders and worked her way down each arm.  His eyes drifted closed as the soft pressure of the washrag slid across his skin.  He would have much preferred her bare hands, but the kind of dirt she was washing away from his skin right now required a washcloth.  Blood was like that.  He was glad she couldn’t see it and glad she didn’t know.  She never asked and he never offered, both knowing it was better that way.  She would only worry over something she had no control over anyways.  So he held himself still, waiting for her to finish, so he could gather her close.  Gather her close and lose himself in her warmth, and for a time, forget who he was.

It felt like an eternity before she finally told him to turn and rinse.  He did as he was told and turned to rinse the soap off.  Almost immediately, he felt the soft touch of her hands on his back.  They smoothed over the expanse of his shoulders, across his shoulder blades and followed the line of his spine down until they reached the small of his back.  His large frame shuddered with desire as her small hands continued its downward venture over his ass, her fingers gently squeezing the firm flesh.  He started to turn, but her hands moved to his hips and held him firm, indicating she wanted him to remain as he was.

Moving forward, she grazed her fingers up his sides making him raise his arms a bit so she could continue on unimpeded.  His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes closed as her hands left a trail of electrical currents that traveled throughout his body to center in his groin.  Her hands moved in front of him over the smooth muscles of his chest.  Her fingers found the dark flat nipples and they stopped briefly to tease them to hard peaks, causing him to breath in sharply through his nose as another shudder shook him almost violently.  As she moved her hands further up, she stepped closer until the front of her body pressed against the back of his.  His ass fit into the softness of her stomach as her breasts pressed against the small of his back.  She felt the vibration of a groan moments before hearing it rip from his throat.

Smiling, she started her hands on a downward journey, passing once more over his nipples.  She felt his stomach muscles tense as her fingers passed over and hesitated on his ribs.  She new he was ticklish.  In the worse way, he was ticklish.  If you wanted Frank Donovan completely defenseless, tickle him.  It was a secret he guarded with his life.  It was a secret that only she and maybe his mother knew.

“Nina.”  She heard the growled warning of her name and smiled.  She’d hesitated too long and he’d guessed her intent.  He started to move his hands over hers to stop her from any attack, but she continued her downward motion across his flat stomach until her fingers brushed across the first traces of dark hair that started just below his belly button.

Her hands went in different directions at that point.  One to the right, the other to the left and continued down until the stiffer hairs of his upper thighs brushed across the palm of her hands.  “You wench,” he growled again.

She laughed softly, rubbing her breasts back and forth against his lower back.  He groaned loudly.  “A wench and a tease.  I’ll make you pay for this later!”  She shivered at the thought.  Frank always meant what he said.  He would make her pay . . . deliciously so.  Bringing her hands slowly back up his thighs, she suddenly moved her right hand in, wrapping it firmly around the hard length of his erection.

The air exploded from his lungs as if he’d been punched in the stomach.  Every muscle in his body tensed as the electrical current that had been centering in his groin exploded and nearly drove him to his knees.  His hands slapped against the tile wall in front of him as he tried to brace himself.  His heart was beating like a sledgehammer in his chest and he felt dizzy as he fought to control his breathing.  He couldn’t move a muscle as her hand explored the full length of him, touching, stroking, squeezing until he thought he’d go insane.  He couldn’t stop the pressure that was building inside him.  It was out of control like a ticking bomb ready to explode inside him at any second.  He dropped his right hand down to cover hers with the intent of stopping her before she brought him to completion.  He was wound up tighter than a violin string and if he didn’t stop her now . . .

But he didn’t have the strength.  He needed her.  He needed to be inside her, but God help him, he didn’t have the strength to stop her.

“Nina!” Her name tore from his throat in a gruff plea.  She heard, she understood, as she always did, and suddenly her hand was gone and she was turning him around.  Neither one of them felt the blast of the hot water anymore as it sprayed over both of them.  She was there, rising up on tiptoe to press her mouth to his and then his arms were around her, crushing her against him.  His mouth devoured hers hungrily as their tongues dueled for supremacy.

Then he was lifting her, raising her up until their hips were aligned.  She wrapped her long legs around him as she felt the first brush of his sex against her inner thigh.  She moaned softly as her arms tightened around his neck, their kisses wild and untamed.  He shifted as he pressed her back against the wet tiles, the tip of his sex pressing against her moist entrance.  His teeth nipped at her chin as he positioned himself and then without warning he impaled her on his hard length.

She cried out at the suddenness of his intrusion.  He filled her completely, stretching her to her limits.  Her head fell back as he buried his face into the hollow of her throat.  He held her still while her body adjusted to him.  She fit him like a leather glove, so tight and snug in the beginning, but then adjusting naturally to fit him perfectly.  Slowly he began to rock his hips.  His hands cupped her ass, lifting her up off him, then letting gravity help slide her back down the full length of him.  Her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck, her hands tangled in his hair.  His mouth was on her throat, nipping, tasting the saltiness of her skin.

The pressure was building again, rising quickly to consume him.  His hips were rocking faster, harder now as he reached for that breaking point.  “Frank, I-I can’t-”

She couldn’t think clearly enough to voice it, but he understood.  She wasn’t there yet, he was too far ahead and she couldn’t catch up without help.  He adjusted.  He lifted her up, his hands sliding under her thighs, pulling them wider, opening her up even more.  Then he let her slide back down, taking him in deep, deeper than before.  It triggered the response he wanted and she cried out as her body jerked around him and began to convulse.  Her release was so sudden, so intense that it stole her breath.  She heard his deep groan as his hips slammed against her, his own release shuddering through him.

He sagged against her, crushing her against the tile wall.  She didn’t care.  She held him with her arms and legs, offering herself completely to him.  Slowly he moved back and eased her up off him, allowing her to drop her feet to the tiled floor.  He reached back and turned the water off, then pushed the shower door open to grab a towel, insisting on drying her off himself.  Once they were both somewhat dried off, she led him out of the bathroom into the bedroom where they both slipped into the large bed.

Turning onto his side, he bent his head over her breast to draw a nipple into his mouth.  She breathed in sharply as his tongue teased and played with the hard nub.  His teeth grazed back and forth, taunting her, causing her to cry out as her fingers clutched in his hair.  The short hairs of his goatee prickled against her sensitive flesh, chafing her skin and driving her crazy.  She tensed, waiting for what was to come next.  Waiting for the shot of lightning that would sear through her, leaving her breathless.  And then he did it.  Opening his mouth wide, he took in the whole nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, his tongue curling under it, forcing it to the roof of his mouth, and he suckled.

Her body splintered into a million pieces.  He had to pin her hands to the bed to keep her from pulling his hair out in large chunks.  She squirmed beneath him as his mouth worked lovingly, drawing out every bit of sensation that he could before he released it and moved to the other to repeat the process.  It always amazed him at how sensitive her breasts were.  If he really tried, if he really wanted it, he could bring her to climax just by sucking on her breasts.  But not tonight.  Tonight he only wanted to wind her up, so after a few minutes, he released the tasty morsel and moved his way down towards another tasty morsel.

His mouth and tongue left a wet trail down her flat stomach and stopped briefly to dip into her belly button.  He could already smell her arousal; it was a sweet musky scent that often left him light headed with need.  He settled between her thighs, his large hands pushing them wider as his thumbs came in to brush lightly over her entrance.  Her hips rose up automatically at the light touch and he flashed her a devilish smile.

“You are a cruel man, Frank Donovan!”  His deep chuckle reached her ears and she shivered.

“I told you I would make you pay later.  Did you not believe me?”  His warm breath puffed against her sensitive skin as he spoke, causing her to squirm.

“I believed you, I just hoped you’d forget.”  Again his deep chuckle washed over her, then she jumped with a gasp as he playfully nipped at the inside of her thigh then soothed it with several loving strokes of his tongue.  Moving his mouth forward, he teasingly flicked his tongue out to stroke at the delicate folds that protected the treasure hidden within.  “Oh God!”

He heard her soft moan as her hips automatically lifted again, unknowingly placing herself right were he wanted her.  He closed the distance and thrust his tongue inside her.  She cried out with pleasure as she lifted her hips even higher.  He used his tongue and his teeth to taste, tease and to drink deeply from her.  He was drowning in the heady taste of her and he found he was quite content to just let it happen.  She bucked under his ministrations, her body thrashing back and forth as she cried out his name over and over.  He was relentless in his attack and he didn’t stop until her whole body shuddered its release.  Then and only then did he pull away and move up the length of her body to settle over her.

He slid easily inside her.  Her legs lifted to wrap around his waist as he sank to the hilt.  His mouth claimed hers in a scorching kiss that left them both breathless.  Slowly, lazily, his hips began to move.  Now this was the Frank she knew so well.  So controlled.  She wondered if anyone but her ever saw the side of him he showed her in the shower.  That little flash of humor, the vulnerability that she’d seen when she’d first stepped into the shower with him.  Even in the dark, there’d been enough moonlight coming in from the small window above the shower to show her that there was blood on his skin.  She hadn’t been blind, but instead of freaking out over it, which would have pissed him off, she’d simply taken the washcloth from him and washed the blood from his beautiful body.  He’d seen nothing but blood and death, but she would bring back life.

His mouth moved across her cheek, his hands framing her face as he kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyes.  His hips rocked against hers at an even pace, the friction of his movements once again building the pressure that would send them soaring together.  Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the ripples of his muscles, the heat of his skin.  He was beginning to pick up speed.  Her hips lifted up to meet his downward stroke, taking him deep.  His face was now buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing sporadic and labored.  Her hands drifted down his spine, over his lower back to grasp his ass and pull him even deeper inside her.  They both groaned at the sensation, causing them to both pick up the speed even faster.  Again he was getting ahead of her; he tried to slow down but couldn’t.  They’d been apart for too long this time and his control was nonexistent.  He slid his hands down between the mattress and her butt and lifted her up.  Her legs automatically spread wider, allowing him to sink even deeper, triggering her release.

Her nails sank into his back as she bucked her hips beneath him, her body shuddering almost violently.  His hips slammed against hers as he reached his peak then he threw his head back and a hoarse shout signaled his release as he pumped his seed deep within her.  Moments later, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.  She held him there for a few minutes while their breathing returned to normal, then he eased out of her and rolled to the side, dragging her with him so that she was nearly draped across his chest.  Their legs tangled together and their arms wrapped around each other, they both drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning he stood over her and watched her sleep.  He’d already showered and dressed and was leaving for the office.  He knew that when he got home that night she would be gone and there would be no telling the next time she’d be in town.  But they’d had last night and it was enough.

Careful not to wake her, he bent over and kissed her lips.  She moaned softly in her sleep and turned onto her stomach.  He watched her a moment longer, then turned and quietly left the condo.

As he headed into another day of the unknown, he thought back on the night they’d shared.  They had woken each other up over and over, making love as if it were their last chance.  And maybe it was, he thought.  But it was enough . . . for now.

The end.