“It’s just Target,” she said. “But I’m glad you approve.”
“Approve.” He added a second hand to his admiration, rubbing both tips with his thumbs while cupping her breasts with his hands. “I’m in fucking teenage heaven. You look like you just stepped out of a magazine.”
She didn’t need to guess what kind of magazine he meant. His hungry expression said it all. “Hmm. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Definitely a compliment,” he said, his voice even huskier, as he bent over and took one of the tips he’d been playing with in his hands into his mouth—lace and all.
She moaned as the warmth enfolded her. As he sucked and nipped. As his hand dipped between her legs under the other tiny piece of lace.
She was already wet when his finger found her. The smooth, deft stroking nearly brought her to her knees.
Which gave her an idea.
She reached out and started to do a little playing ofher own. Molding her hand around the hard column through the damp fabric of his shorts.
When she circled him and tugged, he lifted his head from her breast and started to push her back on the bed.
She stopped him. “Not so fast. I’m going to add to a few of those teenage fantasies of yours.”
He didn’t need to ask what she had in mind. She’d already dropped to her knees and was loosening the ties of his shorts, which wasn’t easy with the wet laces.
The side benefit was the delicious torture of making him wait and anticipate. It was easy to tell how much he was anticipating from the groans, the increasing pressure of the fingers running through her hair and holding her head, and by the size of the erection that finally bobbed free.
He was big and hard; he looked like a polished slab of red marble. She used her thumb to spread the tiny drop at the tip around the plump head. “Naughty boy,” she said, bringing her mouth closer. She loved how tight his stomach muscles got as her mouth neared. “You are supposed to wait for me.”
She looked up. His expression was every bit as tight as his stomach muscles as he gazed down at her with something resembling torture on his face. The fingers in her hair clenched a little harder. She knew how badly he wanted to pull her mouth toward him.
But Lieutenant Commander Scott Taylor was too controlled—and too much of a gentleman—to exert any kind of force. It was one of the things she loved most about him. Sex for him was about giving. And she knew he would give every bit and then some more than he received.
It made her warm and tingly just thinking about what he’d do to her for teasing him like this.
But right now was all about him. She ended his torture and took that big, beautiful erection into her mouth.
It wasn’t easy.
Her lips stretched around the fat head, sucking a little the way he liked as she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth. As her tongue circled and her teeth lightly raked. As she milked him with her lips and hand. Sucking, stroking, moving her mouth up and down with long deep pulls. Slow at first, and then faster as he started to lose control. As his ass clenched, as his body stiffened, as she heard him groan with pleasure and tell her how good it felt. How much she was turning him on. How he was going to come.
She loved it when he talked to her like that. When the polished, always-put-together officer got a little raunchy. But he didn’t need to say anything. She knew his body too well. She could feel the clenching, the stiffening, the pulsing of the long vein as the pressure became too much. As he thrust deep into her mouth and cried out his release.
That he was still standing when the last drop had ebbed was an impressive feat. But it wasn’t long before he had her back on the bed, her lacy underwear gone, her legs wrapped over his shoulders, and his head between her legs. He brought her to the slow, delicious heights of pleasure.
Twice.
But he still wasn’t done with her. As she discovered when he moved over her, lifted her legs around his hips, and started to push inside.
She lifted her gaze to his, her heart warming at the tender look on his face. “Pretty impressive for a thirty-three-year-old man past his prime, LC. That’s quite a twenty-minute turnaround.”
He just shook his head as if he felt sorry for her. “You should know better than to toss down a gauntlet like that to a SEAL.”
She quirked a single brow. “What, do all SEALs have fragile male egos?”
He answered with a hard push that made her gasp and left him fully seated inside her. He let her feel him like that for a moment—filling her completely—before responding. “No, we are all born competitors. And you, sweetheart, just gave me a challenge.” He smiled wickedly. “I’ll show you past my prime.”
And he did. Very thoroughly, and very exhaustingly.
By the end, when he finally let her come, she was the one begging for quarter.
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