"Don’t stop! Oh, baby!" I moan, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him, pulling into me with every thrust.
"Yeah, baby! Ungh!" he growls, his face now in my neck.
Tugging at my earlobe, I lose it, screaming his name as I fall into a climactic ecstasy, my body recklessly surging toward him, my greedy pussy begging for more pounding. To my surprise, Thomas doesn’t stop, or even slow. Instead, his body rages faster and stronger as my weak limbs struggle to hold onto his flexed muscles.
"Oh, fuck! Nicole! Baby!" He growls, and I tug at his ear, the sound that falls from his lips makes my sex clench as the aftershocks of my orgasm rock through me.
"Give it to me, baby! I want to feel you!" I yell, tugging at his hair.
"Nicole! Baby! Fuck! It’s yours!" He growls, his hands holding my hips so I can’t even move to meet him as he plunges into me.
"Yes! Baby! Ahh, Thomas," I’m moaning now, my lips on his neck as I rub my nose against his skin.
"Fuck! Fuck! I can’t…" He fades out, his voice turning to a growl as he punishes my pussy with reckless thrusts.
After a few more harsh pumps, his pace slows and I feel his cock twitch and spasm, knowing he’s finally let loose, but he doesn’t stop. Rocking into me slowly, he roars so loudly it shocks me, as he releases inside of me. I’ve never felt him this intense, or heard him make such noises. It’s beyond sexy and satisfying, and then he finally slows to a still.
Wrapping my limbs tightly, around him, I rub my hand over his back as he holds me tightly, his face still pressed tightly against my neck. We’re both panting and drenched in sweat, our bodies folding together like they were made for each other.
"What are you doing to me?" He finally mutters, lifting so we’re face to face.
"I’m trying to drive you as crazy as you drive me," I smirk, leaning up to offer my lips, but Thomas doesn’t move, instead he just stares at me with an emotion I can’t read clouding his eyes. There’s no more lust, just this look of awe and a shadow of a smirk, and then he leans down and presses his lips against mine softly.
"You’re definitely driving me crazy, Nicole," he says softly, using my name like he does whenever he’s serious about something.
"Welcome to the club." I smile, leaning up to kiss him once more before he collapses between my legs, his body obviously exhausted and slippery with a blend of our sweat. With our bodies still connected, our limbs intertwined, we hold each other until our breathing syncs and sleep sweeps over us.
Thomas
"I’ve been trying to get a hold of you," my dad says when I finally answer his call. He’s been trying to call me, but I've been busy with Nicole most of the time. The rest of the time, I just didn’t answer, but he doesn't need to know any of that.
"I’m sorry," I say. "You’ve got me on the line, now."
I've been dreading this conversation with my father. There are four days left before my return. I can't imagine any other reason he'd call than to arrange what needs to be done. My father never calls just to catch up.
"I've booked the plane for you," he says. "Hermann will be there on Monday morning to pick you up. I expect you to be at the airfield at six, sharp. I don’t want Hermann to go out of his way to get you, and then you’re late."
I roll my eyes. We pay Hermann to go out of his way, to wait, to do whatever it is that's expected of him. He works for us. I don't work for him.
"I’ll be there," I say. "Can’t afford to miss that flight, right?"
"Are you trying to make a joke?" my father asks.
I sigh. "Of course, not."
After a moment of silence, where I can imagine my father’s irritated look, he carries on.
"I’ve also arranged for someone to take care of your furniture. They will move it and sell it off."
I sit down on the edge of my bed and lean my elbows on my knees.
"Why are you organizing everything for me?" I ask. "I can take care of it."
"I know you can. But like you said, you’re very busy. And I don’t want you taking any chances. I know you’ll try to extend your stay any way you can. I need you back here doing your duties. I’m making sure everything goes according to plan."
Right, the plan where I have to serve my country for the rest of my life. The bit of freedom I've experienced here, the person I’ve become, has just been an illusion. I've never belonged to myself, no matter how much I’d entertained the idea. I would never belong to anything other than Elanda.
"What you will do while you’re waiting for the plane to take you home is take care of whatever business you have left there. You will come to Elanda with no loose ends. I have a strict schedule lined up for you, and you will not have time to return to the States any time soon."