A Long Time from Home Ch. 35

Petra lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "You really like the taste?"

"No, I love it." I answered. "It tastes wonderfully and there's something about the smell and taste that really get my juices flowing."

She laughed. "Well, you got my juices flowing as well." She sat up. "I want you inside me."

Without even waiting for an answer, she got up on all fours with the knees on the edge of the bed and presented her well-shaped ass to me, while looking over her shoulder with an expression of lust and eagerness that almost smouldered. "Do I need to say please?"

Grinning, I shook my head, took a condom from the nightstand, and put it on, before I positioned myself right behind her, placing the tip of my cock between her wet lips, feeling them part for me.

Before I had the chance to grip her hips, Petra lowered her upper body until her head was on the bed and pressed back against me, making my hard cock go into her drenched pussy. As I had discovered last time we had sex, she was incredible tight, but she was a bit more relaxed this time and as she kept the pressure, my dick sank slowly but surely all the way into her.

"Easy!" Petra mumbled, arching her back with pleasure, as her internal muscles caressed my cock, sending shivers through my dick and down my spine. The changed angle made my dick go even further into her until the head hit the end of her vagina and my hip bones bounced off her firm, sweet ass. Some women found it painful, other found it arousing and apparently Petra was part of the last group, because she groaned and pressed harder against me. "Shit, that's good!"

Taking hold of her hips, I began to fuck her in a slow, steady pace, with her fucking me as much as I was fucking her. Enjoying the feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my dick, and her pushing back against me, I let my hands move from her hips and instead started caressing her back from shoulder to hip, luxuriating in the feel of her silken skin against me.

"Damn." Petra grunted between thrusts. "Even... your... hands... feels... good... on... me."

"You're a pleasure to touch and admire." I said truthfully. There was a sexy beauty in watching her muscles flex beneath her smooth, tanned skin in time with her motions. The shape of her body just added to that. Naturally curvy, the swelling of her hip and the curve of her ass was greatly enhanced by the position and I smiled happily as I admired the sight, while enjoying the sensation of her tightness around my stiff cock. Even in this position, her inner muscles were caressing my dick and each stroke felt incredible.

Petra groaned and moved a arm under her body. Something rushed against my shaft and a moment later, I felt Petra's fingers caressing my balls and shaft as I moved in and out of her. It felt heavenly and I closed my eyes in pleasure.

For a while we just enjoyed the sensation, but my senses detected a rising need to come in her, which meant increasing the tempo. Under normal circumstances that wouldn't have been a problem, but the last time I had done that while a female was caressing my balls, she had accidently hit me with her fingertips as I was moving forward. The result was not fun, as pain had shot through me and ruined the mood for a while.

Determined not to let that happened this time, I whispered. "Play with yourself."

She didn't argue and the fingers disappeared from my balls, but the muscles in her shoulder and arm were flexing as she rubbed her clitoris, groaning with each breath she took. I lengthen my strokes, making sure to pull all the way out and then slide forward to fill her completely, pausing for just a moment at the bottom before I pulled out again.

It didn't take long before her breaths came faster and I started to gradually up the tempo, following her breathing and doing it so slowly, that Petra automatically followed suit and we moved in perfect unison. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips with each stroke, and I could her busy fingers brushing against my balls each time I hit bottom.

Moving my hands back to her flaring hips, I gripped her firmly and thrust harder and faster, slamming my hips into her firm ass. Petra froze in place, holding still as I rammed into her, hitting bottom each time. Her hand was moving even faster now, and her breathing was ragged.

"Keep doing that!" She moaned, as shivers rippled over her back and shoulders.

I kept the pace, and it didn't take long before I could see her free hand clenching the bedsheet, as her body twisted as waves of pleasure ran through her. Knowing that she about to come, I put a little more power in the next few strokes and was rewarded when Petra buried her head in the bedsheet and came with a muted scream. I kept my dick inside her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy pulsing around me and her muscles quivering with ripples of pleasure, as well as the sudden rush of lubrication that bathed me.

We kept that position for a while, as small waves of pleasure ran through her, making her pussy pulse around my dick.

Finally, she lifted her head and looked at me over her shoulder. "This is fucking amazing!"

"Oh yeah... It's really good." I replied and flexed my cock inside her, causing a shiver to run through her body.

"I hope you're close to coming." She moaned. "I'm getting too sensitive."

"That might take a little while." I admitted.

"Take the condom off," she said. "I have a ... " she paused, searching for the right word, but then shrugged. That made her move, which again caused her hips to change position and my cock to press against the sides of her wet tunnel. She shivered again. "I don't remember the English expression, but I'm protected against pregnancies."

"Nice." I smiled and pulled out of her to take the condom off. "Move up and lean against the bulkhead."

"The bulkhead?"

"The wall." I explained as I took off the condom.

"Oh." She nodded and moved up in the bed, leaned against the bulkhead and arched her back, again presenting her lovely ass to me.

I crawled onto the bed and moved up to her, starting with hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. Smiling, she turned her head, so we could kiss. Her lips felt wonderful against mine and like the rest of her, they were soft and firm at the same time.

My hands wandered to her full breasts, gripping them firmly for a moment, before I eased up and caressed them gently, while I teased her nipples with my thumbs. She groaned into my mouth as we kissed and reached behind her to take hold of my stiff cock, and guide it in between her buttocks, so it pressed against her dripping pussy.

Feeling playful, I straightened my stance and when she pushed back against me, the head slid over her lips and clitoris without going inside. The dick to clitoris contact made her groan with pleasure, so I started to move my hips, dragging my cock repeatedly over the outside of her sensitive pussy.

Petra moaned in equal parts lust and frustration as her hips moved with me, trying to change the angle and get the dick inside her.

I was loving every heartbeat of it. Her pussy was slick with her juices and the feeling of the head sliding over it was divine.

She broke the kiss. "You're evil!"

"Yes." I admitted and caught her nipple between two fingers. Then I pinched them, pulling them slightly.

"Oh god!" Petra moaned. "I'm gonna die."

"Not even close.." I chuckled. "But I am going to fuck you until I come."

"Will you tell me when you're close?"

"Yes." I said and changed the angle of my thrusts, so the next one made the head go inside her. Instead of pulling back, I kept the pressure up, driving my cock all the way inside her with one smooth glide until I hit bottom again, causing her to give off a small shriek.

I moaned in response. Without a condom, her pussy felt even better as it pulsed around my cock, the muscles contracting every time I hit a pleasure point and gripping my dick, caressing it as I started to fuck her with long strokes, that let my cock slide from the entrance to her channel all the way into her, hitting first her internal pleasure point and then the bottom with each stroke.

Taking a firm hold of her perfect breasts again, I picked up the pace a little as I kissed her neck and shoulders, licking and gently biting her.

Petra was groaning almost constantly now and I knew that she was close. To help her along, I cupped her breasts harder and pinched the nipples again. That drove her over the edge and she came with a short scream, as her body twitched and her pussy clenched around me.

It felt wonderful and instead of stopping, I fucked her harder, groaning at the feeling. It wouldn't take long before I erupted and I was determined to make Petra come along with me. A job that wouldn't be too difficult, judging from the way she was moaning and shaking.

"Oh, god...I'm going to cum again!" Petra suddenly moaned between breaths and cried out as pleasure washed over her, making her shiver and gasp.

"Mee too." I said a moment later when I felt the tell signs of an incoming orgasm. To my surprise, Petra suddenly moved forward towards the bulkhead, making my dick leave her pussy.

Then she turned, bowed down and a heartbeat later, her warm lips closed around the head of my cock, while she gripped the shaft, stroking it.

"Oh God." I mumbled and closed my eyes in pleasure, as her tongue made slow circles around the crown and her hand began to squeeze the shaft rhythmically, timing it with the rhythm of her strokes. Then she stopped using her tongue and started to bob her head, sliding her lips over the sensitive skin of the crown as she fucked me with her mouth, sucking me in with every move. Her other hand found my balls and caressed them gently, adding to the pleasure.

It didn't long before my balls tightened and a heartbeat later, I erupted in her mouth.

With a moan, Petra swallowed and kept on sucking, stroking, and swallowing as stream after stream of sperm left my cock and into her waiting mouth. It was only when she was sure that I was finished, that she released the head from her lips and sat up, looking at me with a satisfied smile on her face.

I returned the smile and let myself fall back on the bed. "That was awesome, but why did you want me to come in your mouth?"

I had expected her to say something about being one the safe side, but instead, she said. "Because you taste so damn good. I don't know why, but you do, and I wanted a snack."

It's not often that I'm speechless, but the only reply I could come up with was, "Oh... Thank you."

With a chuckle, she lay down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. "That was without any doubt the best sex I've had in my life." She yawned. "And you managed to make me come so hard, that all I want to do now, is to sleep."

"Then sleep."

That caused her to lift her head and look at me. "You don't mind?"

"No. Why would I?"

She thought for a moment and then chuckled. "I have no idea."

"Neither do I, so let's sleep."

True to her word, Petra fell asleep almost immediately and I used the chance to delve into her mind, looking for languages. I sighed, when Petra once again proved, that people in this age were immensely more educated than they had been two thousand years ago. Not only did she know English and Ukrainian, but she also spoke Russian. Taking a decision, I chose Ukrainian since it was her native tongue and started to absorb words and knowledge from that language, using the advanced version of the trick I had used with Alice and Karen, meaning that it was faster and more effective.

Since I wasn't as immersed in the language as I had been with English and later Spanish, it would take longer to learn, but as I had the time, it didn't worry me and knowing the languages could be helpful later, if I were to use mental commands. It was for that reason, that I had learned all the other languages, including French from Delina, after I had discovered, that the French language was spoken by at least a quarter of a billion people.

When I had absorbed as much as I could, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

---------- Department 55 ----------

Friday, 7th of July, London, UK

Maya sighed tiredly, as she unlocked the door to her apartment. The week had been filled with debriefings and while she knew it was part of the job, it still felt like somebody was looking over her shoulders, second-guessing every action she had taken in Malaga. Not that she was worried, since everything had been by the book, but it was still draining.

Yawning slightly, Maya opened the door and then gasped in surprise when the scent of roses hit her nostrils. On the floor of the corridor just inside the apartment a trail of red roses led towards the living room, lit by numerous small candles that was placed in intervals along both walls.

Moving carefully and as silent as possible, Maya stepped inside the corridor and closed the door behind her. For a moment she considered drawing her gun but decided against it. If someone were out to hurt her, they wouldn't leave a trail of red roses on the floor. Especially not one lit by rose scented candles.

It was far more likely that Hector had decided to pay her a surprise visit.

Smiling, she took off her coat, placed it on the rack and walked towards the living room, trying to avoid stepping on the roses.

When she reached the half-opened door, she peaked inside the room, and her heart fluttered when she saw the dining table. Lit by two tall red candles, it was set up for a romantic dinner for two, complete with two plates, utensils, wineglasses, and an opened bottle of red wine. There were even rose petals spread on the white tablecloth and soft music playing from the stereo.

The sight made the smile on her face grew wider and it turned into a grin, when she saw Hector Zavala come walking out of the kitchen, carrying a large pan.. Maya almost laughed. The last meal they had eaten together had been a seafood Paella and it looked like Hector wanted to repeat the success.

The handsome Spaniard placed the pan on a large coaster on the table and looked over at the door. "Welcome home, honey. I thought you could use some food and romance in your life."

Maya resisted the temptation to shake her head. There had been no indication that he had discovered her and yet he clearly had.

Opening the door, she stepped into the living room. "Thank you and I have to say that both you and the food look delicious." Suddenly realising something, she asked. "Wait a minute, how did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door when I left."

"Well, to quote Dean Martin." He said with a slight smile. "Every lock ain't locked when no one's around."

"You broke into my apartment?!" She blurted in surprise.

He snorted with another one of his charming smiles, as he walked across the floor to give a hug and a kiss, before replying. "No, I usually don't break anything when I enter."

That made her laugh and give him a kiss. "You're crazy."

"Well, I couldn't let a locked door stop me from surprising you." He chuckled and placed a hand on her back, so he could lead her to the table, where he pulled out the chair for her. "Please, my lady. Dinner is served."

"Oh, thank you so much, good sir."

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"God, that Paella was divine!" said Maya with a satisfied smile, when she placed the utensils on the empty plate.

"Good." Commented Zavala and he sipped from his glass of wine. "Then I haven't ruined my grandmother's recipe."

"You cook?" asked Maya flabbergasted. None of the men she had known so far have had any talents in a kitchen.

"Si." Said Hector with a slight shrug. "That's how I survived living on my own."

"Oh." Said Maya with a nod. "By the way, what brings you to London? I mean... I love that you're here, but when we talked in the phone two days ago, you said that you didn't have any time off."

"Yes, and I don't." Zavala said with a little smile. "I'm here on official business."

Maya raised her eyebrows. "Something you can share?"

"Oh yes. It's nothing secret." He leaned back in the chair and studied her for a moment. "Do you remember what we talked about in Malaga... that you wanted the two of us to be together as much as we could?"

Maya nodded slowly. "Yes."

"Do you still mean that?"

"Yes."

Zavala lit up in a smile. "Good, because I feel the same way and I've talked with both my boss and Mr. Newport. To make a long story short, starting next month I'll be on loan to Interpol's Department 55 as a Protector."

An intense feeling of happiness spread in Maya's body and with a grin she got to her feet, walked around the table, and sat down on Hector's lap, kissing him passionately. "That's wonderful! Do you know who you're going to act as a protector for?"

Hector hugged her as he nodded. "Yes... You." He smiled at her widening eyes. "That was my condition." The smile vanished as he got serious. "I almost lost you once and I have no intention of letting that happen again."

Maya looked into his dark brown eyes for a moment and then kissed him again in a lengthy, heated kiss, before she whispered. "Just you wait. As soon as I've stopped being so full, I'll drag you into the bedchamber and do unspeakable things to you!"

"I'll look forward to that, mi amor"

---------- Ivan ----------

Sunday, 9th of July, the Atlantic Ocean

We were about halfway to the Caribbean's when I started to feel a tingling sensation in my body. It was a feeling of power, like the Leyline in Malaga, and as the hours passed, the feeling grew.

I was perplexed. Such power was usually only felt on solid ground, but there wasn't any land around us. At least not from what I could see.

Chuckling at myself, I walked up the stairs to the flybridge, where Captain Wolf was standing as she usually did when the weather was good. At first, I had found it strange, that the yacht had both a bridge and a flybridge located on top of it, but the flybridge had a duplicate of the navigational instruments, allowing the captain to control the ship from both places. This allowed the captain to pick the best position to control the ship from, without being subject to the changing weather conditions.

"Good evening, Mr. Ivan." Greeted Captain Wolf as I came nearer.

"Good evening, Captain." I replied. "I was wondering if you could tell me if there's any Islands around here?"

She shook her head. "No, sir. It's open water from here to the Leeward Islands some fifteen hundred nautical miles away."

I nodded as I translated the distance into two thousand seven hundred kilometres in my head and walked over to the side to look into the darkness. There had to be something out there that made me feel like this.

Then I stiffened, as I realized that in open water and with the wind in the back, Dream Weaver travelled at about the same speed as a Baylon ship, which was impressive considering that Baylon ships had been highly magical, and Dream Weaver wasn't. An indication of the enormous progress in sails and hulls the humans had made over the years.

However, I clearly remembered sailing from Dog Island to Baylon had taken about five days, meaning that we were almost at the location where Baylon had been, and with that, the position of what once had been the greatest Leyline Node on the Planet.

Even more interesting was the fact that I shouldn't be able to feel it. When Baylon had returned to its home dimension, all the lines connected to the node had snapped, in effect destroying it, and yet I could feel it now, which had some interesting implications.

First of all, the earth had obviously healed the damage caused by the Return. Otherwise, the Node wouldn't have regenerated.

Secondly, regenerating a power node takes a very long time, like thousands of years, meaning that the node had only been complete within the last four or five hundred years or so.