Page 34 of Guarded By the SEAL

We only really had one special day, but it’s impacted us both heavily. There has to be a reason for that, for all of this, but it’s challenging to work out what it means with her hand dipped into my boxer shorts and lightly wrapping around my cock. I can’t think of anything anymore. I can only feel…

“Shit, that feels good,” I groan as the delight gets the better of me. “Fucking hell, Petra, don’t stop.”

She strokes my cock a few times, slowly at first, but as my grunts and groans get louder, she picks up the pace. Her silky soft hand is utterly sensational. I could stay in this place forever, but it seems like Petra has other ideas for me. While she’s busy driving me wild, to an animalistic place where I can’t control myself, Petra is slipping down my body, kissing my skin, tingling me allover, slowly moving to where I’m actually aching for her. I need her, all of her. Goddamn, if Petra wants to taste me, then so be it.

“Wow,” she whispers as soon as her lips are almost touching her fingers. “You are so big. I mean, I know that I’ve had you before, but you’re impressive. I think it needs saying, you know?”

I can’t help it, her compliment on my size makes me shudder with excitement. My pulse was already racing at the speed of light, but now it’s pounding all the way through me as well. How the fuck I will hold myself back, I don’t know. I’m practically losing my mind already.

Petra’s hot breath runs over my cock. I can feel her moving ever closer by the moment and it’s intense, so phenomenal that I could scream. I don’t, though. I force any noise to remain inside my chest until the moment Petra finally connects her plump lips with my hypersensitive tip. I can’t contain myself when she’s making me feel this good. My whole body actually tingles and aches with need.

“Taste me,” I cry out. “You want to taste me, Petra? Then do it already. I’m going crazy.”

Petra moans with delight. Clearly, she likes teasing me, which normally, I enjoy as well, but today is different. Today, there is an edge to the pair of us and I don’t know if I have the ability to take it. As she runs the gentle little chaste kisses up and down my length, I feel the frustration beginning to really get to me…

Just at the moment I think I might explode with this, Petra strips the words right out of my lungs by parting those beautiful lips of hers and surrounding me with the wet heat of her mouth. She takes me to the back of her throat, opening herself up to me in an incredible way, and it actually makes me weak.

I’ve never been made weak with desire with anyone before, but if there is anyone who could do it to me, it’s Petra. Of course, it is. She’s simply incredible. Every single bob of her head with her tongue swirling around my rock-hard cock sends me closer to the edge. I don’t think I can hold myself in much longer…

“Wait,” I finally cry, pulling her head off me. I think we’re both shocked by this. A moment ago, I was so desperate for her to put me between her lips that I almost lost my mind, and now that she’s giving me exactly what I want, I’m pulling her off me. I must be going insane. “I want to be inside you, Petra.”

She responds in the best way possible, by rolling off me and yanking her panties off. They are gone in a flash, flooding me with anticipation. Fucking her, being inside her, there is nothing better.

“What are you doing?” Petra moans as she spreads her thighs wide for me. I can see everything and it’s making me tremble. “Why don’t you get over here already? Don’t you know that I want you now?”

“Pr–Protection,” I stammer out. “It’s always best to be careful, isn’t it?”

“Why?” She offers me a one-shouldered shrug and pushes up into a sitting position. “We don’t need it.”

“We don’t?” I narrow my eyes curiously at her. I don’t know if I’m missing something vital here because my brain isn’t really switched on. My body and its need to fuck her have all the power. “Why not?”

“I don’t know if you realize it yet, Harry, but me and you have been falling for one another ever since we first met.” She giggles girlishly and blushes in the most adorable way. “So, why notstart thinking about our future? We could have an awesome future together, don’t you think?”

Is she saying what I think she is? I can’t work anything out. The main point I’m getting from this is that Petra likes and trusts me enough to consider having a child with me. I can’t believe it, since we have been through the worst things possible with one another, but it seems that’s what she wants.

“Are you sure?” As soon as she nods, I’m sold. “Petra, you are fucking incredible.”

I lie on top of her and thrust inside, groaning with the heavenly feeling of her core wrapped around me. But since this is Petra, she doesn’t allow me to remain on top for long. We flick from position to position, unable to get enough of one another from every angle. One minute, she’s on top of me, plunging hard and fast, and the next, I’m behind her and she is on all fours, showing off her pert, round ass. At one point, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m kneeling in front of her, then we’re up against the wall, on the dresser. We’re all over the room, everywhere, christening everything. It’s wild and crazy and I love it. I don’t know how I manage to hold back so long, how I manage to keep myself together, but the moment that we both explode, it’s off the scale amazing. It’s unbelievable, all-consuming. It swallows me up whole. I erupt inside her, and I just know that there is no coming back from this. We are stuck together in the best way possible. Petra knew it before me, but then I’m pretty sure she’s a whole lot smarter than me.

“Oh, wow.” We collapse on the bed next to one another, panting desperately through the post-orgasmic bliss. I’m exhausted, drained, and there is nothing left of me, yet I still want more. I’m insatiable when it comes to Petra. Honestly, she absolutelydrives me insane. I want to laugh with it all. “You are incredible, Petra.”

“I know, right?” she teases. “I truly am. And you aren’t too bad yourself.”

“I am, though.” I don’t want to go back to that dark place, but I can’t stop myself. “I still feel bad.”

Petra pushes her finger to my lips to silence me. “Don’t keep talking like that. Don’t feel guilt like that. It’s not your fault. And even if it was, I forgive you. I’m falling for you enough to push all of that aside.”

“You’re falling for me?” I feel everything sparkle and glitter inside me. “I am for you too.”

“Well then, you need to accept my forgiveness. You did nothing wrong. It’s over. We should just both be grateful that we got through it all together and that we’re still here. Me and you. There’s a reason for that.”

A massive weight lifts off my shoulders. Her words have so much power, I really feel them soaking all the way through me to my bones. If Petra doesn’t hate me, then maybe I shouldn’t hate myself. I don’t know if I can totally forgive myself yet, maybe not ever, but it feels nice to have her caring for me.

“We need to look toward the future,” Petra continues. “Like my father said in his letter. He wants me to be happy, and I know that I can be happy with you. I’ve never been as happy as we were on that island.”

“You think we can recreate that?” I ask her curiously. “You think it won’t be different?”

“Oh, probably.” She shrugs her shoulders. “This is real life now, isn’t it? Not some vacation on an island somewhere… not that it was really that.” We both laugh at her little joke. “So, yeah, it is going to be different. I have to go through a divorce and work out what I want to do with my father’s house and the money. I need to work out what I’m going to do with my life, other than get back in touch with all the friends I lost because of Jake. There is a lot. But I don’t want to do it without you. I can’t. I think we’re both aware that this might not be ideal in the end, but we have to try, don’t we?”

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