Page 17 of Married to a SEAL

“I want to take you like this,” he said, “right here in the kitchen. Every night when I’m gone, and you’re getting the kids dinner, I want you thinking of me making love to you right here by the window. Bending you over the sink in that sexy little skirt. Claiming you. Making you mine.”

“Someone might see,” she gasped as he tugged her skirt up, his calloused hands grazing her thighs.

“The curtains are closed. It’s daylight outside. No one can see in.”

His fingers slid down the front of her panties, over her soft curls, and she was already wet for him. His thick fingers eagerly traced through her folds, slickened by her arousal, and she gasped and squirmed against him. His other hand cupped one full breast, and he lightly kneaded it as his fingers toyed with her clit.

Her hands flew to the counter to steady herself, and he circled the fleshy nub faster with his fingers, spreading her arousal around, driving her higher.

“Patrick,” she gasped, arching back against him. He tightened his arms, one large hand on her breast, the other still in her panties, caressing her clit. “Oh God! Oh God!” she cried out, her breathing frantic.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Right now,” he commanded.

Rebecca detonated, her sex flooding with arousal as he continued to squeeze her breast and run his fingers in circles over her sensitized skin.

“Oh!” she cried out again, coming even harder, and male pride surged through him. She was so fucking beautiful when she came, all flushed skin and quiet cries of pleasure. She might be poised and professional most of the time, but around him? He wanted to roar in approval when he made he completely come undone.

He removed his hand from her panties, and Rebecca leaned over the counter, gasping, while he tugged her panties down. “Are you okay like this?” he asked gruffly. “Since you’re pregnant?”

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled his aching erection free, running his hand once over his hardened cock. Pushing even closer to her, he let his rigid length brush against her swollen folds. It was sexy as hell taking her like this from behind, right here in the kitchen.

She was his. Always. And so damn beautiful it practically hurt just to look at her.

Rebecca gasped as he again rubbed his cock against her sex, the tip of his swollen head brushing against her clit. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, loving the way she let him always take the lead in the bedroom.

Or kitchen, he thought with a smirk.

He pushed into her in from behind in one solid thrust, listening to her gasp at his invasion, loving the feel of her silken walls tightening around him. She was so hot, wet, and ready for him that he was dying to buck into her and chase down his own release. But his hand slid to her clit, and he lightly rubbed her as he began slowly thrusting in and out. Teasing her. Making her desperate for more.

Rebecca was already climbing again, her little gasps and whimpers giving her away. He fucking loved pleasuring her, making her come over and over again. He could never get enough of making love to her. Thankfully she responded to his attention, giving herself to him again and again.

He thrust deeper and felt her walls beginning to tighten around him. A moan escaped from her lips and she bucked back against him, lost in her own desire.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a low voice, his hands palming her breasts as he took her from behind.

He curled his muscular body around her feminine one. Kissed her neck, inhaling that sweet floral fragrance that was hers. “Come for me, sweetheart. Only for me.”

He began to thrust faster as he slid in and out of her slickened walls, feeling his balls begin to tighten at his own impending release. He ground his teeth, intent on letting her find her own release first. Determined to make her come on his cock.

His fingers circled her swollen clit as he thrust deeply into her silken walls, and Rebecca suddenly screamed, spasming against his fingers and around his thick length. He thrust into her again and again, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her.

As she cried out a second time, her walls continuing to milk him, he finally released, his hot seed coating her inner walls.

Marking her.

Claiming her again as his.

Rebecca gasped, practically falling onto the counter, and he pulled free, lifting her into his arms. He was still half hard, but he carried her to the bedroom, loving the pink flush across her cheeks. The rosiness of her nipples as he gazed down at her full breasts.

He’d take her again in the bedroom.

Slowly.

Until she was begging him to make her come again.

He’d hold her until she was asleep in his arms. Until he’d convinced her she had no reason to worry.

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