Page 59 of Married to a SEAL

He slipped one hand beneath her sundress, letting his fingers trail up an inner thigh. Listening to her gasp as he fingered her through her panties. There was something erotic at having her lying topless on the blanket in their backyard, her dress in disarray, revealing her full breasts, as he sought her pleasure.

Rebecca was a buttoned-up divorce attorney during the week, but around him, she come undone.

And he fucking loved giving her pleasure.

He slid her panties down her silken legs, stuffing the lacy confection into his pocket. Rebecca would die of embarrassment if someone found them in their backyard. And there was something sexy as fuck about holding onto his wife’s lace panties.

Hell. He should bring them with him on his next mission.

He laved attention on her other breast, licking her pebbled nibble before lightly grazing it with his teeth.

“Patrick, please!” she gasped.

He sucked the taut bud into her mouth, leaving her writhing, before moving down her body, kissing her slightly swollen stomach. He could smell her arousal and wasted no time moving to her swollen folds. She tasted even sweeter now that she was pregnant, as if that was fucking possible.

And he damn well couldn’t get enough of lapping up all of her pleasure.

He spread her thighs wide, loving the feel of her smooth, feminine skin against his calloused fingers. She was fully open to him—Pink. Wet. Impossible to resist.

He tongued her gently, licking and sucking all her tender folds. She whimpered and lightly moved against him, so eager for more of his ministrations. One long, hard lick left her clutching the blanket in her fists, and he teased her clitoris with his tongue, watching her hips buck right up off the blanket.

His thick fingers gently penetrated her, loving the way her silken walls immediately clamped down around him. She was so damn tight, already strung so high. Moving his fingers in and out slowly, he again tongued her clit, finally sucking the bud between his lips.

Rebecca exploded, screaming as her arousal flooded her sex. He leisurely licked up all of her juices, knowing she was too sensitive now with pregnancy for him to suck on her clit any more. As she lay gasping in the blanket, he unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing erection free. Gently he moved over her and pushed into her silken heat, meeting her heated gaze.

“Patrick, oh God, you feel so good—”

He growled in approval and held himself in place for a moment, gazing down at her, then lightly began to thrust. His thick erection easily slid through her arousal, and he felt her inner walls clamp down around him like a fist. Rebecca’s full breasts bounced with each thrust, her brown waves lifted slightly off the blanket in the gentle breeze, and her cheeks flushed as she gazed up at him.

He pushed her dress up slightly higher, bunching it around her hips. The fabric looked so damn fragile in his muscular hands. His gaze drifted lower, to where his aching cock penetrated her. She was so slick with need that he easily thrust in and out.

And hell.

His thick cock in her tight heat was better every damn time.

Her hands splayed across his chest as he held himself above her, and he wished he’d taken the time to undress so he could feel them on his bare flesh.

Later.

In the bedroom.

But now he needed her coming on his cock.

He bucked into her again, deeper, and she gasped as the base of his erection rubbed against her clit. He knew exactly how to give her the most pleasure, and he wasn’t above making her come again and again. All night long.

He continued pounding into her, enjoying every single gasp and cry emitted from her lips, not letting up until she was coming once more and crying out in ecstasy.

Her brown gaze found his as his balls tightened, and he exploded, spilling his seed deep inside her warm channel. Filling her completely.

She panted, breathless, on the blanket, and he rolled them onto their sides as he held her, still buried inside his wife.

Hell if he didn’t ever want to leave her again.

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