Page 6 of Married to a SEAL

Wanted all of her.

His erection strained against his pants, and he longed to pull it free and sink into her inviting warmth. To thrust into her until they were both crying out their release.

He lifted her slightly, rubbing her core against his thick length, and she gasped.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Patrick lay her on the bed, coming down on top of her as she squealed in surprise. His teeth grazed her neck as she arched up against him.

“Take this off,” she said, pulling at his camouflage shirt.

“Be right back,” he ground out as he stood, his voice thick with arousal. He unbuttoned his shirt as he crossed the bedroom, tossing it onto the ground. He’d collect it later, but right now he was a man on a mission.

The light from the fridge lit up the dark kitchen as he pulled open the door and peered inside. “Thank God,” he muttered, grabbing the can of whipped cream from the door. He intended to lick every inch of Rebecca’s smooth skin, spreading the delicious white cream over his favorite parts.

Her gorgeous breasts.

Her smooth stomach.

And that sweet spot between her thighs, where he loved to touch, taste, and pleasure her.

With a few long strides, he was back in Rebecca’s bedroom, thanking God there was a lock on the door. No sense in chancing their kids walking in on this particular sexcapade.

He crossed the room as he stalked toward her, admiring her wearing nothing but skimpy lace and those goddamn heels. Her hooded gaze ran over the muscles of his chest and torso. Met his searing gaze.

Pride swelled within him, and his cock hardened impossibly more. “I come bearing gifts,” he said, his voice gravel. The corner of his lips quirked up as she focused on what he was holding.

A sly smile crossed her lips. “Is that for me to lick off of you?” she teased, more playful than usual. “I can be very thorough.”

“Maybe you’ll get a chance later,” he conceded, his pulse pounding with adrenaline. “But right now, you’re all mine. And I plan to savor every single inch of you.”

Rebecca sat up in bed as he squirted some whipped cream onto his index finger, intending to brush it across her lips, but she surprised him, grabbing hold of his muscular hand in her much more delicate one and licking the whipped cream off his finger before closing her mouth over it.

His cock strained painfully against his pants as she teasingly sucked on his finger, gazing at him with smoldering eyes.

Holy hell.

The sight of her lips around his finger had him imagining all sorts of other scenarios. And not the PG sort.

He gently extricated his finger from her lips and kissed her, reaching around to unfasten her bra. Her breasts spilled out as the lacy material fell, and then he was lowering her onto the bed again. Gazing at all that soft, feminine skin. She squealed in surprise as the cool whipped cream coated her nipples, but his lips soon followed, laving up the sweet confection from one breast before sucking the tender bud into his mouth.

She gasped and bucked up against him, and his hand cupped her sex, already drenched with arousal, which he could feel even through her lace panties. She was so ripe and ready for him, but he was determined to take things slowly tonight. To drive her completely out of her mind.

He slowly caressed her mound as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then his fingers slipped inside her lace panties, enjoying the feel of her soft, silken folds. Moaning, she parted her legs for him, still wearing those come-fuck-me heels. Patrick ran a thick finger up her slit, through her arousal, and caressed her clitoris.

“Patrick!” she cried out, arching her breasts toward him. He laved attention on her other breast, lapping up the remaining whipped cream and then grazing her turgid nipple with his teeth. His finger moved faster over her sensitized clit, and she cried out, bucking up off the bed, looking erotic as hell in only her lace panties and heels.

Her breasts bounced as he gazed down at her, and then he captured her cries with his mouth. A moment later he was pulling his straining erection free, and after tugging her drenched panties down her smooth legs, he was pushing inside her.

Right where he fucking belonged.

Her tight heat clenched down around his throbbing erection, still spasming from the orgasm he’d already given her. He sank in balls deep, groaning as he tried to go slow. She was so goddamn tight it felt like pure heaven. And then he was thrusting, pumping into her as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

Pulling him closer.

Refusing to let him go.

He raised her hands above her head, holding them in in place as she whimpered and bucked against him. A few deep thrusts and she came again, squeezing him tightly with her silken walls, crying out her release.

He thrust faster, harder.

Felt her sex milking his hard shaft.

And then his balls tightened and he grunted out his own release, spurting hot seed inside of her.

“I love you,” she murmured as his orgasm finally ended and he gazed into her eyes. With her cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and lips parted, she was the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen.

“I love you, too,” he said, his voice gravel.

He rolled onto his back, pulling Rebecca on top of him, still buried instead her tight channel. His arms tightened as she lay sprawled on top of him, holding her close. Minutes later they were both sound asleep.

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