Page 27 of SEAL's Tempest
Tightening his grip around her wrists, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and scraped his teeth over the aching peak. When he bit down harder, the muscles in her core clenched, and it almost sent her over the edge. Only his intense gaze kept it at bay.
But finally, his fingers slipped between her legs. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured as he slid his fingers through the evidence of her arousal.
She arched against his hand.
“Not yet, baby,” Josh said as if knowing what she was thinking.
She’d never been so needy, so desperate, so close to orgasm. Beyond caring, she begged, “Please.”
He inserted two fingers into her core. Then pulled his fingers from inside her and lifted them to his mouth, clicking them clean. “I knew you’d be delicious.”
“I can’t take much more,” she whispered, not sure he’d hear her. She wasn’t she wanted him to.
His hazel gaze softened, and he released her hands. Instead of sliding his hard cock inside, he slipped lower until he settled between her parted thighs. She couldn’t pull her eyes away as he licked along her seam, and with a mischievous grin, finally over her clit.
“Come now, baby,” Josh ordered.
Not that she could have resisted it. Her back bowed with the force of her orgasm as she screamed Josh’s name, as bright white lights danced behind her eyelids, and her core clenched around the two fingers he inside her.
He continued to lick and suck and tease her clit as she rode out her orgasm. He didn’t stop until she was so sensitive, she told him so. But she prayed he wasn’t done with her.. She needed to be filled full of his cock. To have him pound into her, ripping another orgasm from her as she shattered around him. It was like living in one of her novels, and she was going to make love with the hero.
Josh reached over to the coffee table for the condoms, then pushed down his boxer briefs. They joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled it over his thick erection. At the sight of his hard length, Tempest’s tongue licked her bottom lip.
As he settled back between her legs, slid his cock through her juices, coating the condom. The head of his dick teased her opening and already sensitive clit, sending a shiver up her spine.
With one hard thrust, he was seated fully inside her. On the edge of pleasure-pain, she breathed into the sudden intrusion. It had been a while since she had sex with anything other than her bob, and her internal muscles clenched tightly around him.
So full. So hard. God, he felt so good.
Josh didn’t move at first, not until she arched her hips against him, urging him to fuck her.
“Are you okay, baby?” Concern rang clear in his voice.
“Yes, but if you don’t move soon, I’m going to scream,” Tempest said as she stared back at him.
Josh’s wicked grin was the only warning she got before he pumped in and out in a punishing rhythm that drove her to the brink of another orgasm.
It felt so good, but she wanted—no, needed—to feel him. “Please, can I touch you?”
“Yes, baby. You can touch me.”
As he drove into her, she gripped his arms, the muscles flexing as he thrust in and out of her pussy. Wanting to tease him a little for what he’d done to her, she rubbed her fingers over his nipples. His gasp sent another flare of heat to her core. His thrusting grew erratic as she continued to rub and pinch them.
But it wasn’t enough. Tempest pushed herself up on her elbows until she could reach the brown nub with her tongue. As soon as her mouth clamped around the tight bud, Josh lost control and drove into her harder. Her inner muscles clenched hard around his cock, and she shattered in his arms, screaming his name.
Josh drove into her one more time before shouting in his own release, his body shuddering above her and his breathing coming in gasps.
After he caught his breath, he rolled them over and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips so softly it brought tears to her eyes.
Tempest rested her cheek on his chest and listened to his racing heart. Cocooned in a feeling of peace, she sighed and melted into him. She couldn’t have gotten up if she’d wanted to and felt like a limp noodle. Not that she cared. She couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be than in his arms.
“That was amazing,” Tempest said once her brain started working again.
“You’re the amazing one. Thank you, baby.”
When had he started calling her baby? And why didn’t it bother her? She’d never liked endearments before. But wait, he was thanking her?
“Why are you thanking me? That was the most incredible sex of my life. I should be thanking you.”
