Page 35 of The Playboy SEAL
“I have a head start, remember? Your dick-sucking skills about made me blow my top in record time. I want to touch you first. Taste you. Fuck you with my fingers,” I growl, leaning into the crook of her neck. I take the soft skin between my teeth and gently bite her. “You’ll beg for my cock. Beg me to fill you, fuck you, stretch you until you think you’ll break.”
“I’ll beg for it now,” she says, voice meek.
I’ve won her over already. Her hands are tracing my abs, my biceps, the hollow of my neck, my pecs. She’s everywhere except the one place I want her to be.
“Where do you want me?”
I can’t bring myself to tell her to get into my bed. She’s already in my room. Fuck, she’s showered in my bathroom. The most OCD zone in my world, but the words don’t come, and I won’t force them. I kiss her, fisting her tight ass in my palms as she writhes against me. My fucking underwear will be my saving grace, the only thing keeping me from falling into her pussy on semi-accident. These bitches have to stay on for as long as possible. I repeat that a few more times in my head while I lose the rest of my brain, focusing on her kiss.
“Your lips are so sweet,” I say, caressing the side of her face. Taking her bottom lip in between my teeth, I bite down. “I want to eat you.”
We both smile at my double entendre.
I lean back to see her face better. “Close your eyesand don’t move,” I rasp.
Closing her eyes, she lets out a breath. Her face, free of makeup, looks like she fell out of my personal wet dream.
I hit my knees in front of her. Like a good girl, she keeps her eyes closed and lets me do as I please. I lift her left leg over my shoulder. It’s not a cumbersome move. It’s fluid and graceful, like a yoga pose. I’d considered the benefits of having a flexible bedmate but never took foreplay into consideration.
With my left hand I grab her ass cheek and push her pussy into my mouth.
Sweet. Wet. Ready. I lap at her using my tongue, while moving her exactly where I want by steering her ass. She’s pliant, going with whatever I desire. Flicking my gaze up, I watch her face as I dip my tongue in and out. She’s moaning, her fingers laced through my hair, and her perfect, fucking pink lips forming a subtle O shape. Her body is sturdy, but she’s still a lightweight. Lifting her weight, even with one hand, is easy. She’s riding the waves of pleasure, and I don’t stop until I see her base leg buckle a little bit. There’s not another option. I ease her gently up into my arms and bring her over to my bed.
“You’re not finished,” she squeals, her legs splayed wide, knees bent up into a W shape. Teala moves her hips up and down to show me exactly what she wants. “Hurry,” she whimpers.
I’m trying to, but the sight of her on my bed, hair fanning around her head like a halo, is enough to cause more than a pause in both my libido and my brain.What am I doing?
“Macs,” Teala whispers. Her voice draws me frommy thoughts. She’s slid her hand in between her legs, and she’s working her clit with both her middle and her pointer finger—small, fast circles. “Come finish me off.” Her voice is pleading now.
I lick my lips and taste her.That’s what I’m doing.
“I’d say let’s sixty-nine, but I really want your undivided attention,” I say, crawling up between her thighs, kissing the inside of one and then the other before setting back to work. I halt her hand, and she gets the message straight away. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl. I need a straw. I suck her clit and slip a finger in to feel her tightness. I’m lightheaded. All of the blood in my body has traveled to my dick.
“Another finger. Fuck me with two fingers,” Teala orders.
Her back is arching off the bed as I bring her closer to the brink. It’s a turn-on being with a woman who knows exactly what she needs to come. It makes my job easier. Gets us to the good stuff quicker. Except I want more time with her. I could stretch this on all night long if I had my way.
“Please,” she begs.
Her eyes are focused like lasers on me, and I give her what she wants. I fuck her with two of my fingers while sucking her clit at the same tempo. It doesn’t take her long once I’m double-teaming her tight pussy. She comes, and it’s loud and powerful. Curse words mixed with praise and incoherent sentences escape from tired lips connected to a limp, well-pleasured body.
Leaving one finger inside her, I release my mouth. “You’re beautiful, Teala Smart.”And captivating,stunning, and mine.“How was that for you?” I ask, smiling at her through her legs.
Finally she tilts her head up to see me, grabs the pillow next to her, and puts it under her head. Through labored breaths she says, “I’ve been waiting for that for weeks. Mmm, that felt so good.”
I quirk a brow and slide my finger inside her a few times. She squirms, a happy, sated grin on her face.
“Weeks? You haven’t been with anyone else either?” My hard-on is waiting and ready and even more excited at this revelation. While I was skydiving, I came to the realization that part of the reason I was so upset with my behavior was that we didn’t really set any rules. We’ve let this thing breathe on its own. There’s no one controlling it.
“You knew that,” she says, twirling the long parts of my hair in her fingers.
I like the way it feels. I swallow hard, remove my finger reluctantly, and kiss up her hard stomach, over her perfect tits, her neck, behind her ear, and finally, with the scent of her filling my senses, I kiss her lips. She squeaks out a sigh, and my heart leaps.
I can’t breathe for a second or two. I want to fuck her. My god, I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more. She sits up on her knees but is able to keep our lips connected.
“I’m going to finish what I started in the car now.”
A proclamation I won’t argue with.
