Fourth Vector Ch. 22

"With their fleet getting involved, I would say it's a good possibility," added Greg. "We need to be prepared for anything."

The two men continued to discuss the situation for the next twenty minutes before Neil was called away to meet with the king. With his next engagement not until the afternoon, Greg had some time to kill. He moved back to the Javan camp that was occupied right outside the city under the shadow of the old walls and made his way to the small house that he used as his headquarters. It wasn't anything too grand, and the former occupants never came back to claim it, so he was content to use it as long as they were still in Burwick.

It also gave him the secondary benefit of giving Vera comfortable quarters as well.

"I didn't expect to see you back so soon," she said with a smile and long kiss when he crossed the door. She buried her head in the space between his shoulder and head, and Greg inhaled the lovely fragrance of her scent.

Vera was what made this whole campaign worthwhile for him. Her presence every evening was one of the few things that made it bearable, especially knowing that the majority of his countrymen were on the way back to Java right now. In a way, it also made him train harder, knowing that in a very indirect way, her presence with the army required his protection. In order to keep Vera safe, he had to keep the army in shape and intact.

"I had some downtime," he said after the kiss, wrapping his arms around her lower back. "I thought I'd spend it with you."

Vera grinned. "Whatever could we do to make your downtime more interesting? I wonder." She trailed her finger along his chest in a suggestive manner that already made his heart beat a little faster.

Greg matched her smile. Vera brought an extra dimension into his life without even realizing it, something that felt missing from his previous relationships. He wasn't sure what it was specifically, but there was something about those blue eyes that seemed to capture his soul.

He was in love and there was no point in denying it.

The realization came as quite the surprise, especially considering they still hadn't gone all the way yet physically. Vera was confident in many matters, but her time in Sorella, however brief it was, left an invisible scar when it came to matters of intimacy.

It wasn't for a lack of trying on her part either. Yet, it just seemed like every time the last bit of clothing was removed, she seemed to lose a bit of that spark that made her who she was. It was disheartening to see at first and frustrating to see over time. Lacking the ability for sexual intimacy was one area that Greg wasn't used to in his relationships, and it tested the patience of their relationship more than once.

However, both found that regardless of sex, they enjoyed the companionship of each other just as much, and that helped get them through this trying time. Even still, there was a small part of Greg that ached for it, only because of how deeply he felt for the blonde woman in front of him.

He even couldn't help but respond to her subtle teasing now, even though he knew there was little of anything to come of it.

"I'm all yours for about three hours," said Greg as he squeezed her tightly.

She grinned excitedly. "Good, I have some ideas for you, mister."

He could only wonder what she meant by that, but knowing their luck, it was probably more time spent cuddling in bed. Not that he didn't enjoy that, but he was hopeful it might turn more intimate than that eventually. Even still, he didn't want to push her. The last thing he wanted to do in that situation was give her a reminder of her treatment back in Sorella. Nothing good would come from that.

Greg shook those thoughts out of his head. "I heard we'll be leaving in a few days' time," he said, changing the subject. "We won't have much longer in Burwick."

Vera made a face. "That's a shame. I was really starting to like it here."

"You like it here because our quarters is in an actual house," he said with a chuckle. "No one wants to go back to sleeping in a tent."

"Or that really tight cot of yours," she added with a small smile. "Although I don't mind that you have to hold me tight every night just so we can fit."

Greg laughed as she led them to their sleeping quarters, which was a large queen bed in a simple room far from the door. She grabbed both of his hands and pushed him back gently against the frame so that the back of his knees pressed against the mattress.

"I have you right where I want you," she said coyly, before playfully pushing him back on the bed.

Greg smiled but said nothing otherwise. He didn't want to get his hopes up, knowing that they'd been in this exact situation before only to find the spark extinguishing just as quickly as it arrived.

He watched as Vera climbed onto his lap, straddling herself and looking down at him as her blonde hair bunched at her shoulders. She looked so stunning in the soft light of the room, and the moment had a habit of making any intimacy issues seem far away indeed.

"You look like you're up to something," he said with a small chuckle. "Like you have something planned."

Vera turned her head slightly while keeping her eyes trained on him. "Who says I don't? Maybe there's a good reason why I'm glad you're here right now. Maybe there's something that I wanted to talk about with you."

"Talk? What about?"

She bent in closer and kissed him soundly. "Us."

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Should I be worried? That doesn't sound very positive."

"It's very positive," she whispered, moving over to his ear and gently sucking on the lobe. "Very positive, indeed."

"Well, are you going to tell me or just tease me this entire time?"

"I don't know, Greg. Ireally do enjoy teasing you."

"I've noticed."

They both stiffened somewhat at the words, and he instantly regretted them as soon as they were out. The confidence in her eyes took an immediate beating, and there was nothing more he would have liked to do than rewind time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he said, trying to salvage the situation.

Vera nodded softly. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk about."

He flinched. "I mean it, that just slipped out and that's not what I meant."

Vera put her fingers to his lips. "No, I know, Greg. But I still wanted to talk about it. Actually, I wanted to thank you."

His brow crinkled in confusion. "Thank me for what?"

"For being patient with me," she said with a smile. "I know this hasn't been easy, and I know especially how frustrating it's been. Not only for me but for you too. I really want to have sex with you, but it just something that I couldn't do. It was a mental block that took me right back to Sorella. And that monster." Vera shuddered as she rubbed her arms with her hands.

Greg nodded without speaking. He knew of the treatment she suffered back at the hands of dead King Daimanos. He wished he could go back in time just to kill the man himself for the effect it still had on Vera's psyche.

She blinked a few times before she wiped her cheek. "Anyway, I don't want this to affect us anymore. I want to put that in the past. Firmly." She gave him a heated look, one that he felt all the way into his pants.

"You mean you want . . . "

Vera nodded. "I do. That's how I want to spend your next few hours. Will you have sex with me, Greg?"

He started to smile. "I don't think I'll be lasting a few hours."

"I kind of hope you don't, but as long as we have time to cuddle afterward," she said with a soft laugh.

"I can do that."

Vera leaned in to kiss him with her own unbridled passion. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she moaned subtly and her hips began to rock against his. As the kiss ended, she locked her blue eyes with his.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he whispered against her lips. "Don't do this just for me. I can wait if you're still unsure."

Vera shook her head, making her blonde tresses dance across her shoulders. "I'm doing this for us. I'm ready." She placed her hand against his chest, feeling the muscle underneath before she made for the buttons on his uniform.

As she exposed his chest, Vera leaned down and trailed a line of kisses from his collarbone to his nipple. Her tongue stayed longer on one nipple until switching to the other, a mischievous look appearing on her face as she trailed lower still. It wasn't until she reached his abdomen that she started to loosen the belt on his pants.

"Wow, Greg," she said with a shocked smile, as his hardened cock slipped out of his pants. "You do really want this!"

"I really want you," he corrected, causing her to wrap her hand around his manhood.

"Yeah? Keep talking," she said as she began to stroke.

"I think I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, all the back on Sorella," he said. "I still remember how you looked the first time you crossed my path."

"When I was still half naked?" she asked with a giggle.

"I prefer you fully naked, but I'll take half if I have to."

"Well then, let me help you with that," she said as she pushed up on her knees. Vera's outfit that morning was fit for the weather, and it covered her up from head to toe. The first thing to go was the heavy blue sweater, allowing her hair to land against her bare shoulders. It covered up a simple white bra underneath, one that was already strained to hold in her generous bosom.

"Will you take it off of me?" she whispered huskily, pointing to her breasts.

"Of course." Greg slid up and wrapped his arms around her bare back. In doing so, he hooked the bra, letting the stretched material finally relax and spring off her shoulders. Finally unveiled, she let the bra fall harmlessly to the floor.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen her topless, but every time was akin to a religious experience. Vera was so incredibly well-endowed that her chest almost defied gravity. Her tits were heavy mounds, spilling out of his large palms and still having plenty of flesh leftover. She had the most delightfully pink areolas, and large thick nipples that were perfect for sucking.

Just the sight of them alone made him want to waste no time. Before the bra had even hit the ground, his lips were kissing her nipples, smothering her bosom with his mouth.

"Oh, Greg, that feels so nice," she moaned, pulling his head tighter against her chest.

He could barely respond with so much of her flesh in his face. He didn't want to either, only caring for the feel of her body next to his. He alternated between each nipple, leaving them achingly-red and stiff in his wake. Once he was satisfied with his work, he made his way back up her chest, her neck, and finally her lips.

Vera kissed him deeply as their lower halves ground together in an anxious display of passion.

"We're still really overdressed," she said with a soft giggle against his lips.

"Well then, let's fix that."

"Keep undressing me, Greg? I love how your hands feel against my body."

He nodded wordlessly as Vera slipped to his side, allowing him to move out from under her. The distance between them closed once more as he moved to the top, using his hands to unbutton her black pants and pull them down over her hips, exposing her long, creamy legs to his view. His hands wrapped around her thighs instantly, loving the warmth and softness they provided, as well as the hint of heat that was underneath.

He had to have more. Inwardly, he ached to bury his face between her silky legs, but he still wanted to take it slow. This wasn't the time to scare her away.

Greg took several long, loving kisses that went the entire length of her thigh before crossing over the inner skin and repeating the same journey back up. When he looked up to see her reaction, Vera's eyes were closed and a faint smile was on her lips.

"You need a shave," she said teasingly as he switched to her other thigh.

"If I had known that you wanted this, I would've been clean-shaven," he shot back.

After working both thighs, he decided it was time to see how Vera would react when he turned his attention to the main course. Slowly, he moved ever closer, using his tongue to trace a path along her inner leg until he started to tease the flesh around her wet entrance.

Vera bit her lip. "Please don't stop now."

Smiling against her skin, Greg took that as permission to dive in. With a furtive lick along her open channel, he finally tasted Vera's wetness.

She moaned loudly once she felt his tongue, and he used the opportunity to slide it deeper into her quim. Not wanting to leave any spot neglected, Greg brought his fingers to her clit, applying gentle pressure as his tongue slipped deeper inside her.

"Oh, that's so nice. You have no idea," she moaned softly as her hips wiggled against him.

He continued to swirl his tongue around her hole, gathering her secretions on his tongue before swallowing it down. Her taste was sweet and slightly tangy, a perfect mixture that had him wanting more. Underneath him, he could feel his erection trying to force a hole through the mattress, and with such passion, he upped the ante.

"Oh, gods, Greg, what are you doing to me!" Vera grabbed the pillow and covered her face with it seconds before letting out a muffled scream of pleasure. In that moment, with so much pressure on her most sensitive parts, he felt a sudden gush of liquid as her sweet juices filled his mouth. When he next looked up at her, her chest rose and fell rapidly as a dreamy expression filled her face.

"You made me cum," she said in a playful mixture of accusation and satisfaction.

"Was it as good as you thought it would be?" he asked.

Vera smiled. "Even better. Especially because it was with you."

"I could stay down here all day if you let me," he said quite honestly. "I love the way you taste and watching you cum right now has to be one of the hottest things I think I've ever seen."

Vera raised her eyebrow. "As tempting as that sounds, I have other ways I'd like to spend our time together. Why don't you switch spots with me, lover?"

Greg willingly laid down in her former position while Vera scooted between his legs with a hungry expression on her lips. The object of her attention happened to be attached between his legs, and he watched as she licked her lips during a silent appraisal. As she lowered her head, she seemed to study it for a few moments, regarding the firmness and the shape of him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked playfully after a moment of quiet.

"I was just wondering how anything so perfect as your cock could ever have been made," she said while sweeping her eyes up to him. She finally bridged the gap between him, taking him in her hand. "It looks like it was made for me."

"And to think, you haven't even really sampled it yet."

Vera smiled. "I fully intend to now."

She wasn't kidding. In the space of a few heartbeats, her mouth descended upon his manhood, taking the tip fully between her pouty lips. The feeling was intense right from the start, and Vera seemed determined to make up for lost time.

Not one for teasing—or perhaps she'd had enough for the time being—she started to suction the tip right away, forming an airtight seal around his manhood while ratcheting up the pressure. Not content just to attend to the tip, her hand started to stroke the rest of him, moving in steady cadence with her lips.

The effect was electrifying. Greg found himself now biting his lips at the treatment of his cock by his blonde lover. While she stroked him with vigorous pace, Vera seemed determined to ensure that every inch of his manhood that could fit in his mouth, did. In that regard, she was highly successful, and he could feel his breathing become more ragged as her nose slipped closer to the rest of his body.

"Fuck, that's good. Holy shit," he muttered, watching her go.

Vera let his cock slip out of her mouth before giving him a coy grin. "Like that, do you?"

"Can't you tell?" He flexed his cock so that it bopped just inches from her face.

Vera laughed and stroked him some more. "Just making sure.

She then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue while she flicked the head against her open mouth while her blue eyes locked on his. The moment was intensely erotic, and if he didn't focus now, he was going to lose himself way too early.

"You might want to stop that," he said, giving voice to his fears. "I'm getting really close as is."

Vera reacted like she just told him his cock was poisonous. She dropped it instantly and shook her head. "We can't have that. I have plans for you."

Greg swallowed as she moved up closer to him and wrapped her leg around his waist. It was the furthest they'd come since they started their relationship, right on the verge of initiating the final act. He searched her eyes for any indication of the fear she once had. To his surprise, he found it lurking just beneath the surface. Behind her brave expression was the battered soul that never left, and he wondered if they would still go all the way.

Vera finally stopped her confident movements, no doubt recognizing the look of care in his eyes. She locked eyes on his as hers became misty.

"It's okay," he said softly. "We can stop if you like. You won't upset me."

She shook her head with a firmness he'd never seen before. "I'm not going to let that animal take any more away from me. It's time to put it in the past."

"Are you sure?" The last thing he wanted was to do something she might regret.

Vera answered by kissing him. "I'm completely sure. I love you, Greg. I know it's the wrong time to say it right before we do this, and you don't have to say it back. But I wanted you to know. This is why this is so important to me."

Without waiting for a response, Vera raised her hips suddenly, lining up the tip of his manhood with her wet channel. In one smooth movement, she lowered them just as quickly, engulfing his cock instantly.

The feeling was instantaneous, and they both made satisfied expressions at the feeling of his cock slipping inside her. Greg shut his eyes at the wonderful snug heat that gripped him, but in that same moment, he was almost afraid to open them, lest he risk seeing any pain in hers. It was only with some internal coaxing that he managed to do so, setting his gaze to hers.

The fear was gone.

Vera smiled back at him softly as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He settled his hands against her hips as she slid all the way down, forcing them to become one.

"Thank you for your patience with me," she whispered, sealing the statement with a gentle kiss.

"I love you too," he whispered in return, forcing an even bigger grin to appear on her face.

Vera let out a small shudder as she raised herself up. She dropped down with more force, and in that moment, a steady rhythm was born.

Greg was used to all different kinds of sex from the women he'd been with over the years. There was a lot of fast and dirty sex, mostly from the type of women who just wanted to sleep with marines back in Java. There were also the ones with wild appetites, ones that had a habit of surprising you with what they wanted done to them during the act. Brittany fell into that category for sure.

There were also the occasional dead fish, those just wanted to lay there and offer nothing in return. He seemed to run into those a great deal as well.

But the sex with Vera in that moment was on an entirely different plane. It was incredibly passionate like none other, and for the majority of the time that their hips moved together, their lips were also united. Vera seemed to want to be as close to him as possible, with as many parts of her body touching him as she could and to that he couldn't oblige fast enough.

The intimacy was on another level, because when they weren't kissing, she was keeping her eyes trained on his, a fully personal experience during sex that heightened the act in his mind and deepened his feelings for her.