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See Chapter 1 for disclaimers, etc.

Title: Shore Leave

Author: Ginny Powell

Chapter 5

The suite was dark once the door had closed, the only illumination from the cracks around the curtains on the huge window on the other side of the room. Charlie crossed to them, pulling the heavy inner curtain aside, filling the room with the soft silver of moonlight. Trip was a few steps behind her, taking stock of the room as he set his bag down on a dresser. When she turned back to him, though he could barely make out her features, he sensed a nervousness in her stance. Forcing his slipping control back into place, he took a step back.
�I, uh, I�m gonna go use the little boy�s room,� he temporized, as casually as possible. �Be right back.� He thought he saw her nod before he moved into the short hall.
When he returned, sas sas sitting on the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands in her lap. At least she took her shoes off, Trip told himself, hiding his sigh. This really wasn�t going as he�d hoped. A suspicion began to form in his mind as he approached the bed and sat gingerly beside her, not too close.
�Charlie, honey,� he began quietly. The encouraging glance and smile he received at the endearment made him feel it was safe, so he took one of her hands from her lap. �Have you ever�I mean, is this the first time that�ya know.�
Charlie giggled, a strangely strangled sound. �I�m not a virgin, Trip, it�s not that complicated. I just�I haven�t done�this sort of thing�very often, and I�I�m just not sure what to do next.�
She hadn�t pulled her hand away, so Trip raised it to his cheek, kissing the palm lightly. �Whatever you wanna do. And nothin� ya don�t.�
�That�s just it,� Charlie replied, as she brought her other hand up to caress his other cheek. �There isn�t anything I wouldn�t do, with you, for you.�
Though his heart lurched excitedly in his chest at her words, Trip kept his face passive. �Then how �bout we start with a nice cuddle.� And he opened his arms.
Charlie moved gratefully into thrclercle of those arms, resting her head against his chest and settling with a sigh. They sat like that, quite comfortably, for a minute or two. Then Charlie�s hands began to stray.
At first they fluttered uncertainly across Trip�s back and shoulders. Then, more firmly, they circled to the front, where her fingers ran along the button placket of his shirt, settling on the top button as Trip rubbed her back encouragingly. Finally, she raised her head off his chest and looked up.
His eyes glinted the deepest blue in the thin ring left by his hugely dilated pupils. His lips were parted, and she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. Her own breath was coming in quick pants and her clothes felt suddenly too constricting. Without breaking their intense gaze, with her fingertips she unfastened one shirt button, then another and another, until she could pull mat material aside and lay a delicate hand against the warm skin of his chest.
When he felt her cool fingers on him, Trip moaned, his eyelids slipping shut. Losing his fight for control, his attempt not to rush her, his mouth sought flesh as his arms pulled them closer together. His lips found cheek, which became ear and neck as he began to explore, eliciting an answering moan from Charlie. She began to push the shirt off his shoulders.
Trip pulled back a little to help, found himself admiring the view of her wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and glistening lips. �You are so beautiful!� he whispered.
�So are you,� she replied, her hands caressing his strong, bare chest. Arching her back, she brought her lips up to meet his for only the second time.
This time was much slower than the first, as each explored the other�s lips and chin, the tips of their noses gently rubbing together. Then Charlie�s tongue came out to delicately trace the circle of Trip�s lips. Trip reciprocated, and then their tongues were involved in a timeless dance as their hands blindly began to remove the rest of their clothing.
They had to part for a moment, but only for a moment, as Trip pulled Charlie�s dress and slip over her head. He leaned back and raised his hips to allow her to push his trousers down and off. Then they were laying full length on the bed, clad only in their underwear.
�Charlie,� Trip whispered, letting his hand run possessively over her from top to bottom before beginning a slower, more thorough exploration. He began with her hair. It took him a while, but he found the comb that held the coif in place and pulled it out, letting her dark tresses uncoil onto the pillow. Tossing the comb onto the night stand, he ran his fingers through the soft waves, luxuriating in the feel.
His hand ran out of hair, found itself on one soft, creamy shoulder. Leaning up, he placed a wet kiss on the tip of that shoulder, then nibbled his way along Charlie�s collarbone as he urged her gently onto her back. She tilted her head back to give him access to her throat, and he took full advantage of it, sampling her pulse at each carotid artery, feeling each swallow and breath. But fascinating as this location was, the rest of her beckoned.
Downward, into the well of her breasts, his lips traveled, tracing the outline of her bra until his fingers could work the front clasp, peel the lacy pink garment aside. As gently as his hormones allowed, he took one pert, rosy-tipped breast into his mouth, let it slide slowly out. Moving to the other breast, he lapped at the tender skin on the underside before circling the hardened nipple with his tongue.
Belatedly, Trip glanced up at Charlie�s face, seeking permission for his explorations. She didn�t seem to mind: her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face a grimace of pleasure. Suddenly he just had to kiss her again. He pulled himself up, brought his face over hers. Her eyes opened, smiled up at him as their mouths met warmly, wetly, deeply.
For a moment Trip thought the old saying about the Earth moving was finally happening to him. But as their lips came apart with a smack, he realized Charlie had rolled him onto his back. Turnabout is fair play, he thought happily, as he surrendered himself to whatever she had in mind.
First, she rid hef off of the unfastened bra. Thus freed, her hawerewere free to explore his bare chest and arms, her fingers to trail through the sprinkling of chest hair, to tactually admire each hard-won muscle. Then she leaned down to flick the tip of her tongue across one caramel nipple, and Trip moaned his encouragement.
For better access, Charlie moved to straddle him, her crotch coming to rest against his, only the thin mial ial of his blue boxers and her pink panties separating them. Just thinking about it made Trip want to grab her and have his way with her, but the time wasn�t right for that. Yet. So he tried not to think about it, concentrating instead on the wet trail of kisses she was leaving down his abdomen, the way her breasts and belly felt as they slid slowly down his body.
Before he knew it, she was lying between his thighs, looking up at him with wide green eyes as her hands made their way toward his waistband.
Her fingers hooked underneath the material, began an inexorable pull toward his feet. She had to do some maneuvering to get them over the rough terrain both front and back, but eventually he lay bare before her. Or, rather, he stood bare before her; his erection pointed straight at the ceiling. Trip watched her as she examined her find with wonder-filled eyes, but when her pink tongue came out to trail along the underside of his turgid organ from root to tip, his eyelids fell closed as his head fell back.
�Oh, Charlie, yeah,� he muttered, his hands fisting in the bedsheets.
Though he could not see what she was doing, he could feel each movement exquisitely: her lips nibbling up and down each side, never quite reaching the glans; her fingers stroking his inner thighs, the crease where his legs met his body. Then there was warm breath on the moist tip of his penis, a hot tongue lapping up the bead of precum there, and, finally, mercifully, a welcoming mouth engulfing him.
At first she took him only partway in, her tongue circling, blazing a trail, before her lips sealed around him, sucked gently. But she was steadily working her way down, and when Trip felt himself against the back of her throat, he knew he couldn�t take much more of this. And there were other things he wanted to do first.
�Charlie, darlin�,� he pleaded, urging her upward with trembling hands on the back of her head. Beckoning her to lay beside him, he simply held her for a long moment as he got his breath back, let his urgency fade a little. Charlie watched him with a slightly puzzled expression, which smoothed into understanding when he finally roused and began kissing his way down her belly.
He could feel her tremble each time his lips made contact with her soft skin. He reached her belly button, hovered there, exploring its depths, as les left hand slid under the pink lace still covering her hips. Under the fabric, he found the mound of soft curls, trailed his fingers slowly through them, reveled in the way it made her moan, her hips strain upward. But he pulled his fingers back from the brink, letting them work instead on removing the impeding garment, urge it down her legs. When they were finally off, he lifted one of her thighs and ducked under it.
For a long moment he simply looked, taking in the neatly trimmed hairs glistening with moisture, breathing in her musky scent. Then he leaned forward, let his tongue trace a circuit around the exposed flesh. Charlie keened softly, her legs opening even further, urging him on. He obeyed, flicking his tongue across the fleshy folds.
A new round of noises told Trip he was doing it right. Charlie�s appreciation intensi as as he gradually increased the amount of pressure and the surface area of his tongue, until he was lapping slowly up the length of her sex.
�Mmm, I knew you�d be sweet,� he mumbled. But he didn�t think Charlie heard him, as another stroke reached its apex at the sensitive nub imbedded in her flesh, causing her to gasp, her legs to quiver around his ears. He was just thinking it was time to get his fingers into the act, when Charlie�s hands in his hair interrupted him.
�Trip, please, I want you inside me.� Charlie barely whispered it, but Trip�s ears, attuned to her every sound, heard her loud and clear. Bestowing a final kiss on her groin, he made his way up her body, his skin sliding across hers easily, lubricated by their combined sweat. Latching his mouth onto her throat, he reached down to guide himself into her well-prepared passage.
�Wait.� Trip froze, feeling like a train being derailed at that one word. But then: �I want to see.� It took a few seconds for him to figure out what she wanted, but then understanding dawned, and he had a smile on his face as he knelt up between Charlie�s legs. She bent her knees, tilting her pelvis up, and pushed onto her elbows, her eyes fixed on the point where their bodies were about to join.
Once more, he took his erection in hand to guide it to its goal, watching as it slowly disappeared into the warm sheath of Charlie�s body. She was watching, too, her tongue peaking out at the corner of her mouth, her eyes glazed. When he was completely imbedded, his hands went to her knees, pushing her legs as far apart as they would go, and ground his pelvis against hers. Then he pulled almost completely out again and repeated the procedure.
She seemed to like that, her moaning taking on a new depth of feeling, her face and chest flushed. �Oh�yes�Trip�oh.� As he fully sheathed himself again, Trip could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing even tighter around him. Distracted by her pleasure, Trip had for a time forgotten his own, but this new sensation reawakened his need. Unable to continue at such a deliberate pace, he began to pick up speed.
Within a few thrusts, Charlie had fallen off her elbows onto her . H. Her hands grabbed randomly at the bedclothes as the syllables that continued to emerge from her throat became incoherent. Until at last, with a single word, �yes!,� her body was spasming around Trip�s. He almost couldn�t hold onto her knees as he took the last few strokes he needed. Then he was spilling into her, onto her, his body falling forward as their hips continued to move, seemingly of their own volition, hers rising to meet his in an endlessly prolonged samba of pleasure, until finally they lay panting in each other�s arms.
�Damn!� was all Trip could come up with when he could speak again. He shook his head in an attempt not to fall asleep right then and there. He felt bone-tired, and completely satisfied. He smiled woozily at Charlie. �Thank ya,� he offered.
�Hmmm?� Charlie�s eyes were closed, as she apparently fought the same battle as Trip. �No, thank you,� she managed after a moment. Her eyes opened long enough for them to share a smile, and then they both succumbed to slumber�s call.
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