SEAL The Deal (18 page)

He looked up at her, eyes twinkling in the dimly lit room. “You taste so good, Devon.” He massaged her sex with his fingers, watching her face as he lazily traveled the length of her slit from her clit to around her opening and back just enough to run into dangerous territory. She closed her eyes and arched back as his thumb pressed against her nub and then slid back to insert into her in a circular motion, driving her wild. Two fingers again slipped deep inside her and spread the walls of her channel while his thumb coaxed her honeyspot into a tight peak.

Her knees began to buckle, her bones melting, as her full attention went to the feel of him exploring her, kissing her, rubbing his thumb over her clit and sucking all the places his fingers had been. His tongue penetrated her wet, hot core. She placed her palms on his shoulders to brace herself as her muscles clenched in a smooth, early-rolling orgasm he lapped up eagerly.

“Yes, baby. Love how you taste, baby,” he whispered as he kissed her nether lips, spreading them apart.

“Nick I want you inside me,” she gasped. He answered her with a husky groan and lazily finished with his tongue, then stood. He smirked as she frantically began removing his shirt. He had his pants and shoes off in one smooth stroke until he stood before her naked, his huge erection touching her before their bodies met. She felt the bulge of him pressed against her abdomen as he slid over her mouth kissing her deep.  She tasted her own juices and she felt the hitch in her breathing at her heightened arousal.

The thick muscles of his neck were taut. Her fingers found a joyful path up the sides into his hairline. Her breasts were pressed against his chest so hard her stiff nipples ached. His large palms gripped under her butt as he raised her and she threw her legs around his hips and waist. She dragged her wet pubic area over his hardened shaft and he hissed in pleasure. Neither one of them used their hands to help his shaft find her. The rubbing of flesh on flesh, and the waiting, the glorious anticipation of the cure for her need, stoked her burning insides. The pain of vacancy waiting to be fully occupied sent flames up her spine all the way to the back of her neck and skull where his hand had fisted her hair.

“God, I need you, Nick.”

“Baby, I’m here,” he said to the side of her face. He squeezed her ass with both palms, massaging and pulling her cheeks aside and apart. “I’m all here for you, baby.”

She ground herself against him harder and moaned. His cock wedged into her opening and she angled her pelvis down against him as he slid in slowly. She opened her eyes and watched his clear green eyes look into hers as he whispered, “Love this, Devon. Only place in the world I want to be.”

Her thighs gripped his hips as she rocked back and forth, arching back and then pressing her chest against his. The slow friction between them and the look they shared spoke volumes to her.

He walked them back to the bed. He turned and lay her back on the mattress as he knelt on the ground in front of her and spread her knees apart again.

“Can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“Please love me, Nick. I ache for you.” She was going to say something else, but stopped herself.

Nick smiled and put a finger to her lips, then went over to his pants and pulled out a condom, quickly sheathing himself. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, placing her thighs against his chest, the backs of her knees propped over his shoulders. She followed the lustful look he showed her as he watched his cock slide inside her half way. Then he pulled out and then plunged in again a little deeper.

A smooth rhythm of back and forth penetration, his thick cock spreading her, ramming deep inside her, made her more urgent. The deeper he got, the more she needed him. She felt the tip of his shaft press against her cervix inside and she began to spasm. She pulled his butt cheeks into her as her thighs slapped against his lower torso. He was so incredibly deep. But she still needed more.

Her ears began to buzz as she felt the orgasm begin to take her away.

“Give yourself to me, baby.”

She was wild for him, her internal muscles clenching against him, milking him, her fingers digging into his butt cheeks, stopping to feel the depth of him. At last, like a rag doll, she let her arms fly back above her head. He leaned over her, pushing himself deeper and gripping her shoulders from underneath, pulling her torso onto him. His knees slid under her backside as her sex was raised, giving him full access.

There was no holding back, no holding on. She flew into another dimension as her body rocked with pleasure she never wanted to end. She felt his rigid member root and spasm against the walls of her sex as he groaned and shuddered in unison with her.

He leaned over her further and, after tenderly unwinding her knees from his shoulders, rested on his forearms on each side of her head. His soft lips caressed her cheek, blew cool air into her lashes and along the hairline down to the back of her neck. He kissed her ear and she could hear his tongue lick his lips as he whispered,

“You’re incredible, Devon.”

It was her turn to run her thumb across his lower lip as she positioned her palms at the sides of his jaw and sucked in his liquid kiss. “I’ve been thinking about this. Read it in one of my books,” she said.

He arched up and looked at her inquisitively. “What?”

“The part where you don’t have to use your hands. Where we just…” he’d begun kissing her neck and under her ear, “…find each other without using hands.” She smiled and could see it register in his eyes.

“I’d like to try everything in one of those books, if this is the result.”

“I can read to you at bedtime.”

“Yes, you most certainly can. Until I have to toss the book aside jump your bones again.”

“Oh, that sounds like so much fun,” she said. Her heart was light. He was still inside her and all was right with the world.

“Fun isn’t the half of it. I’m going to demand a sexy read every night.”

They looked at each other, the word
every
hanging in the air, more obvious than an elephant on a trapeze. It warmed her that there could be an every night in a string of every nights. She would gladly share her bed with him, her books with him, her body with him, and just maybe her heart.

He adjusted himself and, without pulling out, leaned his side onto the bed, pulling her thigh up on his hip. He glanced down at the place they were still joined and she had to look too. “I like the way this looks, Devon.”

“Yes.” She did too.

His callused palm ran over her butt cheek and then he squeezed her. She pulled her sex tight and squeezed him from inside in return, feeling his response. Another erection was looming. The dull ache of his cock against her cervix felt so good she closed her eyes and savored it like a delicious dessert.

His fingertips moved up her spine, over her shoulder and his thumb traced a line under her chin to her mouth where she pulled it between her teeth and then sucked it, rolling her tongue over it and flicking the fingernail, probing.

“I want to do this all night long, Devon,” he whispered.

“I’m sure you can. Teach me, Nick. Teach me how to stay awake in your arms with no rest, like in your BUD/S training.”

“Honey, this isn’t anything like BUD/S.”

“I know. We’re not getting wet and sandy,” she smiled as his eyes lit up and his lips curled in a smile.

“How do you know about wet and sandy?” He traced her hairline with his large forefinger. A forefinger that still carried the scent of her arousal.

“I don’t read just romance books. I’ve read some books about you.”

“Me? Not fair. I’d love to watch a movie about you. When you take your clothes off, when you shower, when you sleep, and—” he pushed his growing erection deeper into her, “when you come.”

She moaned as he began the in and out action again, filling her, spreading her beneath him. She allowed him to place her arms above her head and he held her wrists in one of his giant hands, his fingers lovingly encircling and immobilizing her. He positioned his hips at nearly a forty-five degree angle to hers, and the new sensations on parts of her channel stimulated for the first time sent a shiver down her backside and heated her thighs. His persistent penetration matched his breathing, which had begun to rumble again in his chest, sending her into a tailspin.

He growled as he pulled at her behind with one hand, still holding her arms above her head with the other. His grip on her ass forced her into his groin so he could spear her deeper. Her nipples swelled and knotted from the friction of his chest. Her mouth needed his tongue, and when he at last gave her what she wanted, she loved how he covered her and drank from her husky moan-laced orgasm while shooting his seed deep inside her.

She arched rigidly, breathing herself out of the exquisite sensation of him filling that space between her legs no one else had ever filled. It was right that it was him. It was all she’d ever wanted. And she hoped it would last forever.

Chapter 20

Nick woke up to the blush of a new San Diego day, and as he felt Devon’s soft satin skin draped across him like a delicate comforter, he lost all thoughts about his lack of sleep and instead remembered Devon beneath him, shattering. He remembered the way she’d looked at him, the way she’d reached out for his hand as she rolled her tongue over his shaft. He remembered how she’d looked like a perfectly formed, live Grecian statue rising and falling on him, squeezing herself as he drove his hips deeper into her core.

He’d loved her little comment about the wet and sandy he was all too familiar with from his BUD/S training. It touched him that she’d read about the SEAL training, SQT, and started using phrases with him. It didn’t matter if she used them incorrectly. He just enjoyed hearing her try—trying to get inside his world.

Girls in the past had attempted this, of course, numerous times. It had always been something that turned him off and set off his internal alarms. He didn’t want any women to feel like they knew everything about the SEALs community, because there was no way they ever could. Not in the same way. He would never talk to Devon the way he would with another team guy. It just wasn’t possible. Never would be. But she was the flesh and blood and soul of his soul now, and about as important as the guys who had his back overseas or on training missions.

A trickle of fear coursed down into his belly even as his cock began to stir, trying to remind him of other pleasures awaiting him. Was it a good sign that he now knew he needed her? Was she ready for his kind of intensity? The hurt and pain and fear of the unknown, when he wouldn’t be able to talk to her for days or even sometimes weeks on end, weighed on him like a dark shroud. It was tough on the guys as they worried about their loved ones waiting at home. But it was always tougher on the women and folks at home.

He’d trained to tune out the distraction, and he knew he would be able to do it again when he was back in the theater. Back to the killing fields, where he could smell the danger as he first stepped out of the vehicle, or that first jump at midnight. Going to a place where he wasn’t wanted, for what he hoped was a mission that would not fail, with men around him he could count on one hundred percent, more than he could count on his own sanity. Together they’d get through it. Together they would be the only family that mattered.

Yes. He could do that and lock the image of Devon from his mind temporarily.

But not this morning. Thank God there was this morning.

The top of her head where it rested under his chin smelled glorious. Some flowery scent he inhaled as a few mahogany strands lay across his cheek and tucked around his neck. Her soft breasts pressing against his chest made his groin lurch, but he was careful not to wake this goddess who shared her bed with him. Her left thigh rode over his and he could feel the soft lips of her sex, swollen and wet from their night of lovemaking, press against his hip as she breathed.

He focused to breathing in unison with her. He decided their lovemaking would start even before Devon woke up. She inhaled and he mirrored the fullness of her intake, and then breathed out at precisely the same time. He would keep perfect pace with her in everything this morning, because he wanted to do everything possible in tandem with her.

She must have sensed something, or maybe his timing was slightly off, because she inhaled deeply and her back began to arch. As she came to, she purred and squeezed his thigh by pressing down with hers.

“Morning sunshine,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.

She rose up, bracing her forearms against him, hands on his jaw with her thumbs smoothing over his bottom lip. “Morning, handsome.”

His fingers sifted through her hair as he enjoyed the sight of her sleepy face and her dark brown locks that went everywhere in sexy disarray. He like that she still wore that hungry look, even after a night of heavy lovemaking. Too little sleep, but the body wouldn’t deny the pleasure of their passion.

Nick brought her by the Scupper. Kyle, Cooper, Fredo, Marc and several other Team guys were eating breakfast on the patio. She gave a big hug to Marc and then sat down next to him. Marc slung his big arm around her shoulder and said to her loud enough so everyone else could hear, “You smell real nice, Devon. But then I’m thinking you were told that a bunch already.”

Devon blushed. Nick took a seat on Devon’s other side, peeled off Marc’s arm and replaced it with his own. The other guys nodded and snickered affectionately.

“So,” Marc started, staring down at his food, “How’s Sophie holding up?”

“You should know. Probably talk to her more than I do, Marc,” she answered back.

“Sexting. They’re sexting,” Fredo quipped. “I told him, Dude, just go up there and see the lady. She’d love to see you.”

Marc hung his head a bit. Devon could see he’d thought about it. And decided against it. Was it because he was concerned about his own feelings of attachment, knowing Sophie would be gone soon, or something else?

“I’ll get up there next week, I think,” he said. Kyle winked at him and Devon picked up there’d been some private conversation between the two. “Help her with some stuff.”