Free Raw (Erotic Romance) by Scarlet Chill

San Diego, California
    “Do you really have to go to Cambodia?” Trisha asked with a pretty pout.
    Declan favored his bride with a warm, intense gaze and replied, “You know I do, sweetie.  I’ve got a job to do.”
    “But we just got married a month ago!  I can’t stand the thought of being away from you for two whole weeks,” she complained, reaching up to twine her hands around her husband’s neck and pull him into a dizzying kiss.
    “I’m go ing to miss you like crazy,” Declan said gruffly against her soft lips.
    “Then stay,” she whispered imploringly, melting her curves into his plank torso as he groaned.
    “Don’t do this right now, Trisha.  You know the taxi will be here in 15 minutes,” he protested in a tight, unconvincing voice.
    Trisha flipped her long, mahogany waves and shrugged.  “I don’t care.  Let the taxi driver see us.  Come on, Declan, I need a quickie.”
    He groaned again, having trouble resisting his insatiable wife.  “We made love twice last night and once this morning.  That wasn’t enough for you?”
    “Nope,” she snapped, jutting her chin out defiantly.
    “Me neither,” he admitted, crushing his lips against hers as she sighed happily and pressed her body closer to his.
    He tugged at the zipper of her jeans and eagerly guided the thick fabric down her hips.  She grasped his hard-on inside his khaki pants and gave it a stimulating squeeze.
    “I like to take my time with you, but I can’t do that right now,” he said hoarsely, freeing his cock from his pants and guiding it towards her.
    As their flesh made contact, the doorbell rang intrusively.  Declan gritted his teeth in frustration, reluctantly shoving his swollen cock into his pants and zipping up the fly.  “Damn it!  The cab is early.  Just my luck.  I told you not to do this to me now.”
    “Sorry honey.  I just couldn’t resist,” she said softly, zipping up her own pants and smoothing her tousled hair.
    Enclosing her in a tight embrace, Declan said, “I’ll see you in two weeks, Trisha.  Then we’ll pick up where we left off.”
    “Yes, we will,” she assured huskily, brushing her mouth against his.
    “Oh damn.  Tell me why I’m going to Cambodia again?” He shook his head angrily.
    “Because you’re a good doctor and a good man.  And this volunteer trip is going to help a lot of children over there who need vaccines,” she reaffirmed as he straightened his posture and nodded.
    “Thanks for that, sweetie.  I really don’t want to, but I’d better go,” Declan said, pulling away with difficulty and grabbing his black duffel bag.
    “Have a safe flight.  Text me when you get there,” Trisha urged, following him to the door and running a loving hand down his back.
    “I will.  Now no more goodbyes.  Just let me go,” he pleaded, fisting the doorknob.  “Two weeks, Trisha.”
    “Two weeks,” she echoed.  “And you better come back with plenty of energy, Dr. Declan Brady, because I’m going to keep you up all night.”
    “Oh, I know you will, Mrs. Brady,” he managed in a strangled voice, turning the doorknob and walking onto the porch.  “I love you,” he called over his shoulder.
    “I love you too,” she hollered back, closing the door with a definitive click.
    ***

Phnom P enh, Cambodia
    Dr. Declan Brady’s plane cruised onto the crowded Asian runway fourteen hours later.  Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and got his passport and visa ready.  He had fallen asleep on the flight and drifted into an explicit dream of sex with Trisha.  Grimacing, he realized that he had also awoken with a n enormous hard-on.  Shutting his eyes, he tried to banish the erotic images of Trisha’s lush round breasts and firm, shapely ass.  But all he could see was her face contorted with ecstasy as he rammed into her and gave her one volatile orgasm after another.  Declan could feel her nails raking up and down his back as though they were in bed together right now.
    Slamming