Rated: M for language and smut. Not mine, not making any money. Thanks to Meg and PricklySare for their contributions to the hot, hot sex in this chapter! _

Operation Thaw

-Chapter 40-

He watched Steph as she stood on the deck overlooking the small cove. Operation Thaw was almost complete. He'd incorporated Stephanie into every part of his life but one and along the way had made her feel loved, appreciated and respected. He would happily spend the rest of his life making her feel cherished knowing that she would do the same to him in return. Theirs would not be a relationship built on selfish one-sided compromises. She had no desire to change him and he loved her exactly the way she was.

He glanced at his watch, it would soon be sunset. Drifting behind her he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. She let out a low moan and leaned back against him, her soft curves molding to his hard planes. Heaven help him, he'd never get enough of her. "It's amazing here," she spoke softly. "Absolutely beautiful. How long have you had it?"

"Couple years. Met a really special girl that I knew would love it. Hoped someday I could bring her here."

She turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I'm sorry it took so long."

"It was worth the wait." Her charm bracelet tickled his skin as she trailed her fingers along his bare chest. The setting sun was painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange, pink, and purple, and the light was catching in her hair, making it shine. She rested her head where her fingers trailed off and sighed contentedly against him. He felt himself responding, growing hard with need for her. Wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside her and show her how much he loved her, he took her hand and led her down the path to the beach. The sand of the private beach was warm beneath their feet, and the breeze that caressed them was scented with the salt of the azure blue ocean. A blanket was spread out next to an ice bucket with champagne. He just smiled at her unspoken question, unwilling to give away all his secrets.

"I love the smell of the ocean," Steph said as she trailed her hand lower down his body, teasing the hair that disappeared inside the black board shorts. "I love the feel of the warm sand between my toes," she continued as she dipped one finger beneath the waistband. He sucked in a breath when that single finger barely grazed his hardening shaft. Holding perfectly still, taking in the feeling of her body pressed against his, he enjoyed the scent of her hair, the tang of salt as it was carried on the breeze. He held perfectly still praying that she would touch that spot again. Her words floated into his fogged brain and he forced himself to keep control of the primal need to turn into a caveman and flip her onto her back. Instead he sat down on the blanket, pulling her with him. "You know what I love more than those things?"

It took two tries before he was able to get his voice to work. "What's that, Babe?"

"I love the way you smell, the way you taste, and the way you feel when I've got you buried inside me." He swallowed hard; pretty sure his brain quit functioning at her words. "Having you inside me, hard and pulsing, filling me with everything you have; it makes me feel strong. Powerful. Invincible. Like Wonder Woman." She wrapped her arms around him, the bracelet once again tickling along his skin as she slid herself firmly into his lap. The moment her heat touched him, he became impossibly hard, straining the confines of his shorts.

"Babe," He managed to get out, his voice sounding strangled.

"Carlos," she countered, her voice sounded smooth, like the richest cognac.

Growling low in his throat, but otherwise remaining perfectly still, he gave over control to her. She touched her tongue to the base of his throat, tasting his skin. Her tongue was warm, and that small touch sent shock waves through his whole body. Her teeth followed her tongue, nipping gently at first before increasing the pressure. To keep himself in check, he clamped his hands on her hips and held on. While she teased with her mouth, her hips began moving in agonizingly slow circles, rubbing her warmth against him. Those small movements sent tingles down his spine.

"Do you know what I really want to do to you, right now?" She asked. He was afraid to speak, afraid that the only sound that would come out would be a primal growl, so he just cocked an eyebrow at her. She let out a throaty chuckle that spoke of sweaty darkness, loud moans, and carnal acts of pleasure.

"Do I make you lose control?" She asked innocently, trailing her lips down his chest, paying attention to each of his nipples. If he wasn't buried inside her soon, he was going to lose his mind. Still not trusting his voice he shook his head, no. "Well then, I'll just have to see what I can do about that." Her body slid down like silk, slowly touching and teasing every inch of his skin with her mouth, hands, and hair. "Right now, I really want to taste you as you lose control." Oh fuck!

At that moment he would willingly do anything she wanted. He was not a man who had ever begged a woman before, but he felt perilously close to groveling. She could ask questions about any mission he'd been on, and he would tell her, gladly, if only she'd quit torturing him with her body. The crazy thought that the state department should hire her to interrogate enemies of the state, slid through his mind, right before it went completely blank as she freed his cock to the ocean air. Dios mio. The air caressed his sensitive skin as she circled her tongue around the tip. She trailed the tip of her tongue down along the ridged underside, putting pressure at just the right spots as she made her way along every inch of his throbbing cock. "Babe!" Her only response was a deep throated purr that vibrated along his body.

When she finally wrapped her lips around his cock, he threw his head back and growled. The wild animal caged inside of him waiting to break loose; pacing as it looked for a way to escape, to find and claim its mate. Steph adjusted her body so that she was curled around him; taking him as deep in her throat as she could. His hands moved from her hips to dig into the blanket, anchoring him to the earth. Feeling her teeth graze his length, a shuddering breath escaped his lips. His need to cum was overwhelming. He needed to cum more than he needed to breathe, and if he didn't he was going to shoot off into the sky. His body was going to explode, and he was going to die, but what a way to go.

He cried out when just as he was about to get release she grasped the base of his shaft in her hand and squeezed tightly while simultaneously removing him from her mouth with a pop. "Dios, no!" he moaned, not even capable of raising his voice. His body was on fire and the painful pleasure was intense.

"Patience, Carlos." She grinned wickedly still holding his painfully hard cock in one hand as she applied pressure to his shoulder with the other one, leaning hard against him to push him on his back. Her silky skin slid against his and he noticed that she was no longer wearing clothes. When the hell had that happened? Apparently he hadn't been aware of his surroundings, and honestly couldn't give a fuck. She was naked, her body was gliding against his and the only care he had was how fast he could bury himself inside her tight wet heat.

Watching as she positioned herself above him and slowly brushed her slick folds along his tip, he kept his head raised. "Babe, I need..." that was all he managed to say before his words were cut off by the sheer force of her impaling herself on his rigid cock. She had him buried to the hilt instantly and he couldn't keep from crying out, "Holy Fuck!" as he gave up the fight. Her walls clinched around him as she slowly released inch by agonizing inch. He whimpered when the only part that remained inside of was the sensitive tip. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again when she clenched her muscles tight as she slid his hard cock in and out with shallow thrusts.

She leaned forward and caressed his lips with her tongue, imitating the havoc she was playing on his cock. He felt his balls begin to tighten up and knew he would be able to hold back any longer, but he didn't want to cum before she did. He needed to know she was satisfied. With a strength he didn't know he possessed he raised his hand to her dripping, swollen clit and began gently circling it. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues continued tasting each other. Without warning she once again took him in to the hilt and his orgasm burst free, pounding out like waves in a storm. He rubbed her clit, once, twice, and felt her walls clench around him as a fresh gush of wetness covered him.

He opened his eyes once his breathing was under control only to realize the sun had set while they were recovering from their massive orgasm. The light from the moon danced off the ocean and a million stars were shining brightly in the sky. It was the perfect moment and he grasped it, "Babe, Stephanie, marry me. Stay with me, in my arms, in my heart. Be my wife."

Her eyes twinkled with unshed tears as her mouth tilted into a huge smile, "Yes, Carlos, yes."

Everything seemed right in the world as they lay there under the stars, his arms wrapped around Steph, her head resting on his shoulder. His eyes had just started to drift closed when she gasped. "Carlos, look," she said, pointing towards the sky. Looking up he saw a shooting star streak across the sky.

"Make a wish," she said as she watched the object in awe.

"Don't need to Babe. My wishes have already come true."

The End