Family Reunion (72 page)

"Lena-..."

"Shhh... lie still, I know you can." She said as her hands went further down his sides to his waist, where she caressed gently, watching as his head went back as he struggled not to take over. "My God ... you - are - beautiful ... absolutely ... beautiful." She breathed in awe, her words worked to seduce him as well as her manner, admiring him in no hurry.

"Lena… don't do this, to me." He groaned.

"I want to look at you ... the way you used to look at me ... remember?"

"Look at me later …please." He rasped out low, his voice giving evidence of his torture as Lena’s hand rubbed and stroked everywhere but that certain place where his phallus loomed long, hard, thick and throbbing.

"Em, nooo – I wanna look at you, now…turn over." She purred and ordered softly. "You want me to break it? Does that look like I can turn over on my stomach?" He flexed his pelvis up for emphasis.

Lena chuckled deep and throaty, making him groan and thrust
upward again. "You can turn over; I want to rub your back."

"Um, rub something else…please?"

"Turn - over…now." She ordered.

Manny did as she instructed with a tight whimper; Lena rose on her knees looking at his wide strong back, and the muscles that went down it to his firm buttocks and thick hard thighs. She ran her palms over his back, feeling the muscles cord up and flex beneath her hands at her touch. She tasted him with a kiss and her tongue, slowly rubbing and tasting the expanse of it, letting her hands do what her mouth didn't, lightly tracing her finger nails and tips over his skin to his tightly clenched buttocks.

Manny groaned aloud as her mouth went to his rib cage, slow, light, warm kisses placed here and there to taunt and tease him. As she moved over his body, her tongue left a moist trail, and Manny knew time was rapidly running out. "Oooh, you're really…really…pushing it lady." He warned, moaning as her hands smoothed over the cheeks of his butt, her nails tracing the line of his crack and lower still to the large sack between. He hissed, "Sssss…oooh, gotta turn over…please."

She chuckled and gripped them, testing the weight of them, his pelvis ground down and back. "Lena, I can't take this, I'm turning over." Lena sat back smiling, letting him, and resumed the same treatment on the front of him. Her finger tips teasing at his nipples twirling around them, teasing them as he would do hers had she given him the chance. Down her hands went over his stomach, to his groin, her knuckles brushing the soft skin of his phallus, onto his thigh, to his large testicles. "Ssss Le-e-na!" She continued to ignore him as she straddled him, moving backwards so that the cheeks of her rear rubbed and teased his erection, bringing him so close to entering her body but staying out of reach, her mistake was the wicked laughter. "Laugh at me will you! I tried to warn you!" He ground out, sitting up and rolling her to her back. Lena squealed out "Manny!" right before he lowered himself and shoved her legs up from beneath her knees, his mouth going straight to the heat of her.

"Oh! Ohhh…ohhh…Man – Manny…ohhh." Her head went back into the bed, twisting and turning as her eyes squeezed shut. She gripped the sheets, her fist bunching and squeezing as the mindless pleasure threatened to send her insane. He laved and loved her with his tongue, fulfilling his promise, doing what he'd imagined time after time; tasting her, kissing her, stimulating around her sensitive nub with his tongue, slowly, carefully; holding her prisoner to his mouth as he worshipped that which he claimed as his.

He wanted to drink every last drop of her, so there
would be no doubt in her mind, that he was her man, tasting the very core of her being. Inhaling the scent of her, he took his time, making sure she enjoyed his tongue massage.

"
Manny!
" She shouted as her body squirmed and twisted on the covers, her hips gyrating up to his mouth and back away because she was about to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. "Manny!" Her head began to shake, "Manny! Oh God! Manny, Oh God Manny… Mannieee …Ooooh!!!" She screamed as the convulsive climax whipped her up, and tossed her back to the bed. Lena sobbed his name over and over, trying to push him away from her, too sensitive to be touched anymore with the electric spasms jolting her so she whimpered and shook.

Manny kissed up her body as she tried to squirm away from him, shivering with shockwave after shockwave. "Please…no more Manny…don't touch me." She whimpered. "Come here, what do you think, I've just begun."

"No Manny…please." She whimpered, trembling. Ignoring her cries he positioned himself for entry, "Do you know…how long…I've waited … for – this…"

"Ohhh." She whimpered, her head shot up with wide eyes feeling the blunt hard head of him pushing to enter her throbbing heat. "Sssss… ohhh." He groaned, rocking his hips forward to push himself deeper within, feeling her squeeze tightly around him, sucking him in as she groaned grabbing hold of his arms, trying to brace herself for his first deep thrust. With his head down, his back arched emitting a long groan, Manny pushed hard, forcing her to take all of him. Lena gasped, pushing on his shoulders, having forgotten just how deep he could go, trying to get him to withdraw some of his overwhelming length. He throbbed hard and heavy within her, she could only close her eyes moaning as her body adjusted to the sudden thrust that caused her discomfort.

Manny paused shaking, he didn't want to hurt her, he wanted to please her…again, this time as he filled her deep within. Taking deep breaths, he calmed down and lowered his weight onto her, "Shhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, kissing her brow, trying to give himself a chance to harness his need. He administered heated pecks to the side of her head, down to her ear, her neck, following her jaw line, up to her cheek and to her mouth again. Lena held onto him, gripping the fullness of him below as he throbbed within her. The weight of him, the thick heat was getting the best of her, reigniting her passions.

"Manny…" She panted, starting to move her hips again.

"I'll go slow, like that…how's that?" He asked
, kissing her, taking it easy for the sake of pleasing her once again. Lena wrapped her arms around him, pressing the weight of him tighter into her, her thighs up around his hips, moving now with his set pace. "Oh Manny, what are you doing to me." She whimpered.

His laughter was wicked as he watched the changing expressions on her face. "Loving you…that's what…I've dreamed of this… so many times …so many ways…my loving you…hearing you…feeling you…like this…oh yeah…just…like…this…mmm." He finally answered, moaning in his pleasure, not about to be rushed as he maintained his careful movements, knowing without any doubt what sent her to a climax. "I love you." He whispered, kissing her brow. Her head was starting to toss again.

"Yes…that's it…it's coming again, let it come…let it come." He braced himself on his elbows to watch her come again and sure enough she did, whimpering his name over and over. "Oh look at you…look at you…I love you…emmm, I love you." He whispered in passion, watching the shattering effect his loving had on her and praying as he watched that his men could not hear her screams. He couldn't help the grin that crossed his features just imagining them stopping and staring at each other, winking and grinning, no doubt commenting on his success, Manny chuckled soft and sexy, kissing her brow, watching as she slowly floated back to earth. Finally she focused on him, drunk from his loving, seeing him watch her from above, such a look of satisfaction on his face, never breaking motion as he intensified his efforts. "You madam…thrill me to no end." He lowered himself, keeping the same movements as Lena bit into her lip trying to accept him, while she felt so sensitive, wishing now, it was over, she had little energy for more, but he wasn't going to stop yet.

"Manny…" She called out, turning away, biting into her lip. "I want to see it again…you think I can get one more out of you?" He asked and started working to get her there once again. "Manny nooo…" He ignored her and continued on, five minutes later she felt the storm rising again and then a crashing at the shore as she climaxed for the third time. "Manny! Oh God! Manny!" Once more, he ignored her, waiting until she was through, withdrawing he turned her over and kissed down her back and over the round cheeks of her buttocks, his hands squeezing them as he kissed over every inch of the smooth surface, loving them, worshipping her. Lena gripped the sheets as he spread her legs and moved up to enter her from behind. Pulling her to her knees as he savored her in that position. He was all over her, and all Lena could do was hang on and brace herself for him; take him, wincing now and again if he went too far.

At her outcry he would pull back, knowing that she could not take him too deep with that position. His hands moved all over her back, talking to her, soothing her until taking mercy, he returned her to her back again. Forty-five minutes into their lovemaking, he finally reached the end of his endurance, moving his head in a desperate grind to kiss her as his tongue filled her mouth, taking, dominating and possessing her to the fullest from both ends. His back arched, as his hips ground forward into her, his hands gripping and controlling her hips, with each intense, pounding, thrust Lena gasped out. His body grew taut, tensed, braced and hard, shaking because of the power he was about to release. Weak but determined, she took all he gave until it began to hurt, Lena tore her mouth from his with a cry of pain as his thrusts were almost violent. "Manny…oow…ow ow … Ohhh …please-…"

He was aware that he'd lost control but there was nothing he could do to stop himself. His entire body was a tightly strung, quivering mass of desperation. Sixteen years of longing for this woman had been bottled up within him. The uncorking would be tremendous, loving her at times more than, his own life. He was driven by an anguish of once losing her, driven by the pain of having to live without her, and driven, God forgive him, to completely erase the image of George Sinclair. No one would ever take her away from him again, by the mercy of God, she would always be his and with each thrust of himself he was driven to let her know that. Finally he threw his head back erupting into a deep soul shattering explosion that made him shout as his life fluid streamed deep into her, leaving him shuddering and gasping to breathe as he collapsed upon her.

Lena thought he would surely crush her body with his strength, he held her so tightly, his considerable weight pressing into her, holding her beneath him, so forceful was his climax. With her head against his upper chest, she could feel and hear the rapid hammering of his heart, both of their bodies drenched with his sweat. She felt the tenseness leave his body as his breathing slowly started to calm. The whole time Lena silently held him, her arms around his upper chest beneath his arms as Manny kept his chest suspended above her, his hands in her hair. He stayed that way for so long it was as if he refused to let her go. At last he had calmed enough to realize he was too heavy to stay there and moved his lower body off. Lena closed her thighs, feeling sore as she throbbed from sensitive tenderness. Ignoring it, she watched him turn to his back, throwing his arm across his forehead. She leaned up to look at him; he lay so quiet, apart from his heavy breathing.

Reaching up, she stroked his moist brow, wondering at his sudden silence. "Manny? You okay?"

Still he said not a word, biting at the corner of his mouth. Then she
noticed it, moisture seeping from the corner of his eye.

"Oh Manny…Manny…what's - wrong?"

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to hurt you...I know I did." He grabbed her to him. "I love you so much, I think sometimes loving you, has made me insane." He confessed.

"I'm okay Manny, I love you." She pulled herself up on his chest to look down into his face, her own eyes tearing to see him this way. He moved his arm to look at her, and then gently blew air on her moist neck and shoulder, stroking her skin as he did. "I would do anything for you. I would take the life of a thousand men and be willing to lose my own to keep you from harm. I love you too much and there's nothing…nothing… I can do to stop it…because…it takes over me…my wife."

Lena didn't know what to say; she dropped her head to his chest and squeezed him, loving him more with each and every moment. He reached down, pulling the sheets over them, stroking his wife and thinking. True to her habit, she began drifting off to sleep. He shifted and turned laying her on the bed, pulling the covers up to her shoulders to gaze down in rapt amazement, soothing her, caressing her until she was fast asleep.

With peace so completely enveloping her, Lena snuggled deep and closer to him, she felt for the first time, in a long time, safe, loved, and secure; that's what it meant to her to be in Manny's arms, where she belonged.

"Sleep my wife… sleep." He whispered in her ear, kissing it as he did, her neck and her shoulder. He couldn't be still; he couldn't stop touching her, kissing her. He wanted to stay awake and know he held her. He wanted to remain conscious so he'd know he’d spent the night with his Lena in his arms. An hour later, he rose and washed himself up. Donning his seafaring garb, he exited their cabin, leaving his wife peaceful in her slumber.

When Lena awoke it was to find the chamber pot, noting that her husband was not present. She went to the wash bowl, cleaned herself all over, splashing and rinsing her skin; she dried it and donned a gown. Her hair was no longer straight after his sweating all over it. She combed it and braided it. Grabbing a cloth, she cleaned up the water on the floor and left it by the door and still drowsy, climbed back into bed, dropping back off to sleep. The next time she stirred it was because of the rolling of the ship, they were in rough waters. She sat up wondering about Manny. Leaning back, she waited for him and dozed off back to sleep again. The next stirring was from him climbing in next to her, his body cold and damp. "Oh nooo, you're so cold." She whispered in their dark cabin as the ship pitched and rolled.