Page 60 of SEAL Ever After

There were depths of emotion in his eyes she couldn’t even begin to understand, but then he was kissing her again, tugging the ties of her bikini top free so she was bared to him. Her breasts bobbed above the water, and his eyes heated as he looked down at her.

Ducking down, he kissed the upper curve of one breast. Her hands flew to his head, running over his shortly cropped hair. Ryan lifted her onto his lap so he could suckle one nipple in his mouth. She gasped as his touch went straight to her clit, and she felt his erection growing beneath his swim trunks.

He licked and then lightly bit the taut bud, blowing gently to soothe away the sting. His hand rubbed and caressed her other breast, and she swore she might come from his touch alone.

Shifting slightly, Ryan freed his thick length. Sarah fumbled with her bikini bottom, somehow getting it off, and then he was lowering her atop of him right there in the hot tub. She gasped as his hardened cock filled her completely, and as her legs spread wide over his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.

He was inside of her, filling her as she clung to him. Sarah wanted nothing more than to surrender to him completely tonight. Ryan was in control of everything—her desire, her pleasure. She was lost to his touch, completely surrounded by him, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Ryan bucked up into her, causing her to cry out at the exquisite pleasure as he stroked her inner walls. He was so big and deep, she swore their lovemaking felt more intimate than it had ever been.

“Sarah, God Sarah…,” he murmured, his lips hot on her neck as he held her. Ryan thrust up into her slowly, sweetly, letting the erotic tension build between them. She moaned as he made love to her, knowing she could never ever get enough of this man.

Ryan bucked into her slightly harder, getting excited, and her inner walls clamped down around him, her silken arousal coating her folds. She was so wet and ready for him, so eager for him to push her over the edge.

She held onto him even more tightly, her breasts pushing up against his chest.

The feeling of her nipples rubbing against his skin was driving her crazy. They were pert in her aroused state, and every brush against his skin was sweet torture. His large hands slid to her ass, and as his fingers dug into her flesh, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, leaving her helpless in his arms.

His thick cock stretched her inner walls completely, and as he rubbed against her clit with every thrust, she cried out in pure pleasure.

She swore she began to see fireworks as Ryan claimed her, and when he wound her up high enough until there was no turning back, she finally exploded, screaming his name as she came apart in his arms.

Her thighs trembled around his, and she was thankful she was sitting on his lap so she didn’t completely fall over. Ryan hardened impossibly more, lifting her up and down his cock, and then he came as well, muttering her name like a prayer.

Sarah collapsed against him while they each caught their breath. The hot tub bubbled around them, and he stood, carrying her out of the water as she shivered in the decidedly cooler evening air.

His softening cock fell from her body as he walked, and then he was setting her down by the lounge chairs.

“Hell, the grill,” he said, looking over. “I totally forgot about dinner.”

“Well, nothing’s on it. It’s not like the food burned.”

Ryan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, drying her off as his brow quirked. “I just didn’t expect to make love to you before dinner in the hot tub. Not that I’m complaining.” He grabbed his own towel, wrapping it around his waist, and sauntered across the patio to put the food on.

Sarah followed behind him, watching as he put two burgers on for himself and a vegan tofu burger for her.

“What?” he asked, catching the expression on her face.

“I just thought the next time we were back here, we’d be married. We’d get back from our honeymoon, have all of our friends and family over, and celebrate again right here.”

“Well let’s do it,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Get married here. Have all our friends and family over. I don’t know if I can stomach another beach wedding anytime soon but nothing would make me happier than to make you my wife.”

“I don’t have a dress—” she cut off, tears filling her eyes.

“Hell, Sarah,” he said, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. “You’re shivering,” he murmured, brushing a stray tear off her cheek as she looked up at him.

“Yeah. I’m going to quick throw something on before we eat.”

He nodded, his eyes searching hers.

“But let’s do it. Let’s get married here.”

His brows quirked. “Really? Because I know you had your heart set on a beach wedding. I’d marry you tonight if I could, but I want to do whatever you want.”

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