Unearthed Treasure (6 page)

“Fuck me,” she panted. “I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up.”

“Let me get a condom,” he groaned and started to pull away. She clung to him.

They’d been working in close proximity for eighteen months. She and David had been bantering, flirting heavily and intimate in all but physical deed particularly for the last six. Agency regulations stipulated all employees have regular, quarterly health checks.

“I’m healthy, and on the pill,” she said in a low, soft tone. Chelsea held his gaze, letting him make his own decision.

For her part she knew he’d never hurt her. He held her heart in his hands.

“Are you sure?” he checked as he removed his fingers. She smiled, nodded.

“I’m clean,” he continued. “I haven’t been…sexually active since my last test. I’m positive I can’t cause you harm.”

“Then fuck me blind,” she purred and pulled him closer.

She could tell she’d taken him by surprise—not by her dirty words, though. Those, she felt sure, were what had caused the twinkle in his eyes. No, he seemed more taken aback that in this day and age she’d willingly offer such a commitment and level of trust.

Eagerly he lodged the large, warm tip of his cock head at her entrance. He waited, seeming to want something. Chelsea stared into his eyes.

“David,” she pleaded.

With a groan he pressed inside her, hard.

She’d thought his digits had stretched her. His shaft was far thicker and longer. He seemed to move deeper inside her, until she almost couldn’t believe there was still room for him to go. Finally he stopped, his balls snugly cupped against her skin. She gasped and he panted. They were frozen, melded to each other, eyes and bodies locked as intimately as man and woman could be.

The moment stretched out, another one of those bonds tying them together—irrefutable and undeniable—until their dying day. She had never loved a man more, as completely as she did this one currently buried balls-deep inside her. Chelsea honestly couldn’t imagine possibly loving a man as much as this, let alone more.

David was her last stop, the man who would forever hold her heart.

The simple but mind-blowing thought had her heart pumping faster. She contracted her pussy around him, squeezing for all she could. He groaned, clearly feeling her inner caress.

“Move in me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, or I might lose my mind.”

Words seemed to escape him, so he held her hips and delicately withdrew with infinite slowness. The loss was devastating. For one wild, terrifying moment she felt as if, when David had withdrawn his cock, he had literally taken something hidden from inside her. It was as if he’d removed something of her essential self that she couldn’t articulate. He paused as the tip of his head barely touched her outer lips.

He slid back inside her in one smooth, slick, wet motion. David fully and completely lodged himself in her channel once again.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, unable to say anything more.

His grip tightened on her waist. Chelsea lifted her hips, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and locked her ankles together. She reached around his back and grabbed hold of his slick muscles. Holding on for dear life, she lifted up so there was no room to spare between them.

The harsh sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as he pumped faster inside her. Her skin grew damp with sweat, heat infusing her every inch. She felt as if she were burning from the inside, but this was one fire she never wanted to quench.

Over and over he penetrated her, possessing her body and soul.

The knot in her stomach tightened, blossoming out until every part of her felt rigid, waiting for that one thing to knock her over into the broken bliss of orgasm.

David reached one hand between their straining bodies. His eyes never wavered from her—indeed she felt certain he watched her to memorise every twitch, every groan and every sigh so he could remember it always.

They gazed at each other as he sought her clit out with those wicked, nimble fingers. Moving the tender skin of her hood back, he stroked the tip of his finger over her, gently at first, then with a harder, circular motion.

The extra stimulation ignited deep inside her. With a jerking, shuddering quiver her world exploded.

As she screamed her release, her pussy clamped tightly around his thick cock, clenching around him as she shuddered in orgasm. The milking sensation seemed all he needed—or maybe he simply had the control to hold out long enough to let her come first and he could finally relax his own tenuous grip on his climax. Either way, David shattered. Pumping within her furiously hard he rode out his own orgasm.

Thick, hot fluid gushed from his tip, filling her with the wet essence. Chelsea had never had unprotected sex before and marvelled at the difference. Seed leaked out of her opening as she overflowed, small amounts trickling down her thigh. She didn’t mind. It merely added to the intimacy of the moment, that her body literally brimmed with his fluid.

They remained locked tightly together, devouring each other silently with hungry eyes. They both panted to catch their breaths. Those few moments immediately after such an intense, magical moment were the most sensual, intimate she’d ever experienced. A part of her felt she had truly bared her soul to David, and he his to her. She read love, vulnerability, worry and pride in his gaze.

She smiled at him, hoping that her own love for him showed through just as clearly.

The sweat beading her skin began to cool in the chilly winter air. She shivered, and immediately the gentlemanly nature in David—never very far from the fore in him—reared its head.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said.

She chuckled. “I thought we’d just finished doing that,” she teased him as he withdrew from her pussy. He laughed, cupped her face and kissed her tenderly.

Chelsea lapped up everything he gave her. His heart and soul seemed to be in the kiss. Gentleness, warmth and passion infused the sensual caress, making it different from any other encounter she’d had. Just as lovingly, she returned it.

“We never made it as far as the bed,” he reminded her as he pulled back. “Maybe this time we’ll be luckier.”

Chelsea let him help her to her feet, surprised that her legs were faintly wobbly. This was certainly a day of firsts—no man, ever, had made her legs tremble.

“I’m not sure my heart could handle getting luckier,” she replied, more than half serious. “It nearly imploded from our actions on the floor. Imagine what a real bed could do.”

David glanced at the spot on the carpet, still holding the faint indentation of where his body had pressed her into the woven threads.

“I’ve thought about doing something similar to that in practically every conceivable place and position,” he said seriously. “I’m sure your heart can stand a repeat performance in bed.”

She chuckled and took his hand in hers, threading their fingers intimately together.

“Maybe,” she conceded. “I’ll grab a quick shower, then maybe you can show me some of these other positions you’ve fantasised about. If they’re anything like what that just felt like I’m sure I’ll be amenable to any number of your suggestions.”

His look was so hot, so steeped with naked, hungry arousal that it took her breath away.

“I’m sure I have more than a few ideas you might enjoy.”

She shivered, partly from the cool air but also from the intensity of his desire. She loved him, craved him, needed him—but he wanted her with an almost feral need. It thrilled her, excited her, but also frightened her a little. She’d never come across such a soul-deep yearning.

“Come on,” he said softly, tugging her deeper into her flat. “You wanted a shower. I’ll try to restrain myself.”

Chelsea tugged back on his hand when he started to step forward. Lifting her free hand she cupped his face, drew him to her and kissed him with every ounce of need and hunger within her, loosening her hold of her control for a wild, freeing moment. When she pulled back they both panted once again.

“Don’t ever restrain yourself for me,” she insisted. “I cherish the person you are, exactly as you truly are. We’ve seen too much, been through too much together to pretend. Especially now. So don’t. Okay?”

He nodded, answering her silently while seeming to chew over her words. She kissed him again, tenderly this time until they both parted.

“Let me show you the bedroom,” she said. “You can keep the bed warm while I wash up. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“I think I can wait that long,” he promised as she led him down the hall.

Grinning, she opened the door and went through. She let go of his hand as she continued through the room towards the en suite where a small bathroom lay.

“Really? I’m not sure I can,” she teased. Blowing him a kiss she moved into the bathroom and turned on the taps, unable to hear over the water any reply he might have made.

Chapter Four

The shower had been running for about five minutes. David had cleaned himself quickly at the basin and had gone back into Chelsea’s bedroom. The room reminded him strongly of her. He half believed that had he broken in, he could have guessed it was hers.

An enormous bed took up much of the space, neatly made with a duvet of mingled blues and greens and matching pillow cases. Elegantly framed landscapes she’d evidently brought with her from her home in Dublin showed lush green hills that seemed to go on forever. The paintings, along with the bed, spoke longingly of endless walks getting lost in those wilds of Ireland.

He could so easily imagine himself, hand in hand with his love, discovering adventures and intimacy in those boundless fields of a million shades of green. David stared at the images for minutes, his desire for this amazing woman growing as he heard her moving in the shower. She hummed a light, happy tune. The sound of water sloshing over her skin came to him her hands sluicing the perfumed soap from her body onto the tiled shower base.

Steam rolled out of the open door and the faint scent of wild flowers reached his senses.

‘Don’t ever restrain yourself for me… I cherish the person you are… I’m not sure I can wait that long…’

Chelsea’s words from earlier echoed in his head. His mind still tried to come to grips with the nature of what she’d shown him minutes ago. David had always known he was a deep man. On the surface he was not complicated at all—at least not to the casual observer.

A quiet man, intelligent and loyal, before going undercover he’d never wanted for lovers—women willing to connect with him for a romantic interlude. Working with the Agency, however, meant keeping not only odd hours, but secrets, too. Women, he’d quickly learnt, were not fans of secrets, especially when they encompassed an enormous section of one’s life.

Why was he cancelling dinner again? He was late to the movies, party or rendezvous, why? Even such simple enquiries as ‘How was your day?’ could only be answered in vague terms so many times before frustration set in for his companions.

The few people who had managed to scratch his surface had discovered that, like most people, he actually was incredibly complicated. David would never consider quitting his work. It fulfilled the need inside him to balance the scales, to right wrongs and try to protect his country and the way of life he felt they were all entitled to.

Just because someone was strong and craved power did not mean that they had to crush those beneath and around them. That was something he’d believed in from childhood, standing up to bullies, protecting those he cared about, doing something rather than just sitting back bitching and complaining.

‘David is an intelligent, caring boy, but has a temper and can’t control his impulses when a friend/fellow student is being picked on…
’ was written in various forms on many of his school report cards.

Since his parents and siblings had never been fussed about it—his father and uncles even teaching him how to fist fight properly and instilling strict principles and honour in him—he’d never given his instincts much of a second thought. Certainly he’d never paid attention to people who’d insisted there were ’gentler’ or nicer ways to deal with such bullies.

Talking was all well and good, but it didn’t help when one’s opponent was effectively a brick wall, refusing to listen or carry out a dialogue.

David strongly believed in manners, in being courteous, and he got a warm glow each time Chelsea thanked him for opening a door or acting in a courtly manner. She had understood from the start that it was an inherent part of him and had never tried to insist that she do such things herself in his presence.

She was such an independent, strong-willed woman that he’d privately been surprised but pleased. Then again, she, too, was an intricate, complex female. As so frequently happened, his thoughts turned back to the seductress in the bathroom.

She seemed to genuinely want him, lust for him, even love him. The knowledge thrilled him. He’d loved her for months, soaking up her every smile, every glance she threw at him whether she was laughing or chiding or simply debating and questioning their work. He loved the way her dark blue eyes shone with intelligent curiosity.

He adored her. More than that, he treasured her. He knew he would protect her above any other living person. Her safety and happiness came first with him. He couldn’t deny it or pretend to feel differently.

‘…maybe you can show me some of these other positions you’ve fantasised about… I’m sure I’ll be amenable…’

Lust surged through him. The heat of his need angled sharply down his body, filling his cock with blood. The quickness and force of his arousal washed over him almost painfully. His dick swelled with it, jutting up and demanding attention. For all of a minute he wrestled with himself, convinced he needed to give her time and space.

David chuckled and shook his head.

Chelsea was not some delicate little flower needing time to come to terms with the new intimacy created within their relationship. Even now she was washing his seed from her legs, from her pussy. Recalling again her faith and trust in him, her willingness to be as deeply intimate as two people could possibly be, had his body shaking with the urge to take her over and over again.