Page 55 of Rescued by a SEAL

Mason glanced at the clock on wall. “It’s late, sweetheart. Let’s make sure everything’s locked up and get to bed.”

“So you’re really staying. I mean, I know you have to get up super early….”

“Hell yes, I’m staying. And not just because of your jackass ex. I love holding you in my arms. It feels right somehow.”

“Yeah,” she said, flushing slightly.

“Once again, I’m here and don’t have any of my stuff though,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’ve got a spare toothbrush,” she said. “I don’t think I have any clothes that would fit.”

“It’s fine,” Mason assured her. “I can sleep in my boxers.” His eyes heated as he looked at her. “I don’t mind if you sleep in next-to-nothing either. Those lacy little panties you had on the other day were sexy as hell.”

She blushed, letting him take her hand as they stood.

“I love the way you blush around me,” he said, his voice gravel.

“It’s embarrassing,” she insisted.

“Wrong. It makes me imagine that flush all over your skin. It reminds me of making you come. Of hearing you cry out my name in bed, with my fingers or my mouth on you. Of my cock deep inside you. I love touching you. Pleasuring you. Making you forget about everything else but me.”

Their leftovers suddenly forgotten, Mason was lifting her up into his strong arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and felt his erection nudging against her core. She moaned as he lightly thrust against her, letting her feel the delicious friction between them as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

The room was dark save for the moonlight coming in through the slatted blinds. But she felt safe. Content. Protected by the man she was falling for.

Laying her gently down on the bed, Mason was tugging down her jeans a moment later. Tossing her panties aside, his fingers trailing over her skin.

And then his mouth was upon her as he devoured her. His hands spread her thighs even wider apart, his fingers gripping her soft flesh as he held her in position. She rose quickly to the precipice, waves of pleasure buoying her up. Carrying her along.

His tongue trailed through her damp folds, laving against her swollen sex. Her clit throbbed for him, and then he was flicking his tongue lightly against it while she squealed in delight.

He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue as he edged two thick fingers inside her molten core. She moaned as he curled them just so, nudging against some secret spot inside. He began thrusting his fingers in and out, slowly driving her out of her mind. Finally, Mason took her clit between his lips, suckling her swollen bud, and then she was falling. Screaming his name. Coming over and over again.

Mason growled in approval as he kissed her sex, and she fluttered against his mouth, her orgasm never ending. Gently, he released her legs, kissing her one final time as she lay gasping. Fumbling around in the darkness, he muttered that he didn’t have a condom.

“I’m clean,” she whispered. “And on birth control.”

“The Navy tests me all the time. I’m clean, too, sweetheart,” he affirmed.

“Take me,” she said, meeting his heated gaze in the dim light.

“You want me bare?” he asked, his voice gravel.

“Yes. Please Mason. I need you. I want to feel you deep inside me. Make love to me.”

“With pleasure,” he ground out. He pulled his erection free, not even bothering to push his pants all the way down, and lining himself up with her core, thrust into her in one long stroke. The heat from his thick length felt like he was branding her as his. Claiming her forever. Making her forget about anyone or anything except him.

He thrust into her again, groaning. She couldn’t see where they were joined together in the darkness, only feel. He pumped into her again, moving slightly faster, and she gasped at the pure pleasure.

“You feel so good like this, Taylor. God, I can’t hold back anymore. It’s too much.”

“Don’t hold back,” she said, grabbing his ass and pulling him even deeper inside her. “Come inside me. Take me, Mason.”

His cock hardened impossibly more, and then with another quick thrust, he began pounding into her, leaving her gasping for breath. With one more thrust, he exploded, coating her with his hot seed. His short, rapid thrusts hit her in exactly the right spot, and suddenly she was coming again, too. Crying out as she clung to him.

His cock softened slightly, still buried deep within her walls, until finally he pulled free, ducking down for a lingering kiss.

A few minutes later, Mason was walking back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth.

“Let me take care of you,” he said.

Much to her utter embarrassment, he cleaned her off, softly rubbing the material against her sex. Their eyes locked in the moonlight, and as his gaze softened, she knew she was lost to him.

Helplessly falling for him.

Her world had shifted completely off of its axis since they’d been together, and somehow, she knew it would never be the same again.

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