Page 51 of Married to a SEAL

He caressed her kneaded her, his fingers lightly moving over her nipples.

She gasped as he grunted in approval. “I love how sensitive you are for me.”

One large hand slid back to her sex, and as he widened her stance with his foot, opening her further to him, his fingers slid through her damp folds. Patrick dragged a knuckle lightly up her seam, rubbing her aching clit, leaving her needy and desperate for more.

His fingers slid to her core, teasing her as she whimpered. His mouth was hovering at her ear, whispering words of encouragement as he wound her even higher. And then he was finally right where she needed him, circling her swollen clit with thick, able fingers.

Rebecca cried out as waves of pleasure began to wash over her. Patrick squeezed her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over her nipple as he softly caressed her clit with his other hand. He sped up his ministrations, pushing her further and further toward the precipice, and then she was falling over the edge. Coming again and again. Crying out in his arms.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, trying to regain her balance as shockwaves of pleasure continued to rock through her. “The tub!” she suddenly cried out, hearing water splashing onto the floor.

She quickly turned off the water before it completely overflowed into the room.

“That would’ve been difficult to explain to Housekeeping,” Patrick said with a smirk.

Rebecca laughed, pulling off her heels. “Your turn,” she said, pushing his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. It fell to the ground, and then Patrick was unbuttoning his shirt himself.

He shucked it off and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs.

His thick erection sprang forward, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the head.

“Let’s get in the water,” he said, his voice gruff.

Patrick eased his way down, water sloshing over the sides as she tried not to giggle. He grabbed the package of matches beside the candles and lit them before turning on the jets to the tub.

“I have to be careful of those,” he muttered, ensuring his injury wasn’t near one.

Rebecca flushed, recalling how last year Patrick had made her come in the whirlpool. Several times.

He held out a hand to her, and then she was stepping into the whirlpool beside him.

“I forgot to pull my hair back,” she said, as she sunk down to her shoulders in the water and her hair pooled all around her.

“That’s okay, I plan to keep you really close,” Patrick said, tugging her onto his lap. His erection rubbed against her still-swollen folds, and she gasped as he moved her over him. It was easy for him to lift her in the water, without worrying about his injuries, and heat coiled within her again at the idea of Patrick making love to her.

He’s always been somewhat dominant in the bedroom, commanding and possessing her in ways she couldn’t imagine. She’d missed that closeness after his injuries.

And now?

She couldn’t wait for him to make love to her.

Patrick kissed her, his lips soft and insistent against her own. He lightly nipped at her lower lip before soothing away the sting with his tongue. Then he kissed her again, more deeply, his tongue moving against hers, lightly thrusting in and out.

His erection swelled even further between them, and she rocked herself against him, taking pleasure in the feel of his hardened length against her swollen folds.

He ducked lower, kissing one of her breasts before sucking the taut nipple into his mouth.

She cried out and writhed on top of him, his thick length driving her crazy with desire. His tongue flicked against her nipple, teasing her more, and she helplessly cried out his name. Her hands flew to her shoulders to maintain her balance, and then he was suddenly lifting her up and then ever-so-slowly sliding her back down on his shaft.

She gasped as his thick length filled her, stretching her inner walls. The base of his penis rubbed up against her swollen clit, and she bucked up against him. His muscular hands wrapped around her hips, and he began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm designed to drive her completely out of her mind.

With every deep stroke he claimed her, her sex milking his length as she clenched down around him. His shaft pushed against her clit as he adjusted his angle, and then he was moving faster. Harder. Lifting her up and pulling her down on his cock again with each and every stroke.

She cried out as she began to see stars, and then Patrick roughly ground out, “Come for me. Now.”

She screamed her release at the sudden onslaught of pure pleasure, and she was gasping, raking her nails down his back in desperation as she came again and again, her orgasm seeming to never end.

Patrick’s erection swelled even more, and then he was finishing inside her, coating her inner walls with his hot seed. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his cock still buried deep inside her as they both gasped for breath.

Her head fell against his shoulder, and she could already feel him hardening once more, still buried inside her silken walls.

Patrick roughly ran one hand down her damp hair, shifting her slightly on his lap.

His heated blue gaze met hers as she lifted her head.

“Wow,” was all she could muster.

An expression of pure male satisfaction crossed his face. “We’re definitely making this a yearly anniversary tradition.”

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