SEAL The Deal (32 page)

Authors: Sharon Hamilton

BOOK: SEAL The Deal

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He sucked her clit, running his teeth gently across the tiny stiff organ.

He kissed his way up her belly, taking care with her belly button then focusing on each of her nipples until they puckered into deep pink knots of pulsating flesh. He kissed the insides of her forearms, the valley between her breasts, the top of her breastbone and up over her chin. He claimed her mouth and demanded entry. She felt herself become pliable and liquid, melting into him and his delicious kisses.

“Hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, baby,” he growled in her ear.

“I think I can handle what you dish out. You sure you won’t fall asleep on me?” she asked him.

He was serious at that last statement. “Devon, I’m never going to do anything to you ever again you won’t like. I will never, ever hurt you, baby.”

“I believe you, Nick. But just in case, my baseball bat is in the trunk of my car.”

“You’re lucky they haven’t outlawed them here in California like they do everything else.”

“They should outlaw your kisses,” she whispered to the top of his head. He nipped her right nipple and she jumped.

His fingers found her opening and again she arched to his touch. He was the perfect combination of patient and ardent lover.

At last his cock was there, waiting for her direction.

She whispered in his ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

Nick frowned, his eyes still sparkling.

She climbed off the bed, finding the red dress. Inside the pocket she’d put something very special, something she’d asked Christy to get for her. Nick was waiting in rapt anticipation.

She opened the foil packet and brought out a purple condom with ridges on it and funny little plastic nubs near the tip. She stretched it over his engorged cock watched as he bobbed it up and down to show off.

“Come here, Devon. Enough with all this play. I had plans.”

“You’re not the only one with plans,” she winked. Inside her purse she pulled out the pink tie from her robe.

Nick’s smile evaporated.

“Not what you think, lover.” She sat on top of him, holding his arms above his head. Weaving the pink tie in a figure eight around his wrists, she secured them to the rail of the headboard. She tied it tight.

Mounting him, she rubbed the latex against her sex. He was pushing up into her before she could be firmly seated on him.

“I’m not used to being unable to use my hands,” he said as he thrust deep inside her.

She closed her eyes, loving his urgency. Her muscles began to convulse. The little nubs were doing their job. She slowed him down, then ground down on him, feeling the delicious friction. “Oh,” she said as she squeezed her breasts together, “Nick if you only knew how this feels.”

She discovered she really liked controlling his rhythm, even though she knew she was holding him back. He moved his hips, thrusting sometimes deep, when she let him, sometimes to the feel of her moving up and off him. She rocked her hips back and forth, the little nubs rubbing against her channel.

She didn’t have to open her eyes to tell Nick was frustrated as hell. His groans when he’d missed a full deep penetration were mournful. And when they came together, she knew he wanted to pull her onto him deep and hold her there.

“Devon, you’re killing me.”

“Not really.”

“Untie me.” He whispered. She smiled down on him and he returned her smile and winked at her, just like he’d winked at her that day five years ago when he’d walked into her life and stolen her heart.

“You’re a little hellcat, you know that? Here I’ve been dreaming about fucking you all day, and this is what you’re up to?”

“Just a little bit of frustration, that’s all. Makes the pleasure all that much better, baby.”

He was fidgeting with the sash, but she’d secured it well.

Carefully, Devon changed positions on him, without removing him from her sex, arching back towards him. His thrusts sent new ripples of pleasure through her as the device tickled new places. Her orgasm was just about to…

Nick had somehow slipped from the bondage. He picked her up by the waist and threw her onto her back. Extricating his hands and wrists from the sash, he then pulled the condom off his cock and threw it aside.

This was unexpected. “You don’t—”

He had covered her mouth with his. “No talking. I’m fucking you, Devon, just like I thought about doing a hundred and ten times today.”

He sunk in just at the point of her orgasm. She arched, barely holding on to her sanity as he stroked in and out, each time deeper and deeper. A slow fire flew up her spine, lodging at the back of her neck. It was where he held her with one hand, the other lifting her butt cheek for a better angle.

He adjusted her to the side and rammed into her at a forty-five degree angle, filling her with all new sensations as her relentless orgasm drove her to new heights. Lights exploded behind her eyelids. He was sucking her nipples, pressing his thumbs up her spine giving her shivers of pleasure.

Sweat beaded on her upper lip and forehead as her insides flexed and released against him. Nick locked her into an intense gaze as he seated himself deep, pressing against her ultra-sensitive cervix. She felt him stiffen, then arch backward as he began to spill inside her.

She realized she’d been holding her breath when he collapsed on top of her. She felt the heat from his cheeks and forehead and his heavy breathing against her chest. She felt the pulsing of his heartbeat, his arms curled around her body as he clung to her.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he whispered to her chest. “You surprised me.”

It was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Devon woke several times in the night and needed him urgently again. They were hot and fast and they were slow and sensual, and none of it mattered as long as it was her body he played, her mouth that he whispered into, her soul that he fed. She’d take him asleep, or awake. She’d wait for him when he went overseas, and make his welcome homes more memorable each time. Try to think up things she could do to surprise him.

She’d miss him terribly, she thought as she watched him sleep with his chin on her breast, his muscled body draped over hers, as possessive in sleep as he was awake. She felt inspired to work at his side, to build a dynasty, a legacy of love, not for the world, but for their intimate, personal spaces as they explored each other.

It was that partnership that thrilled her. Sex would always be great with Nick, she knew that. But though he’d had many sexual liaisons, she was certain she knew him better than any of the rest of them, just in the short time since he’d come back into her life at Sophie’s request. She knew that there was a place in him that only she could fill. And, matching her lack of experience with loving a real man, no other woman had ever been to that secret place he’d saved without realizing it for her alone.

She didn’t worry about how long it would take to explore all of him. Her life with him would be savored, enjoyed, and renewed every day they had together.

A pink blush was beginning to warm the insides of their room. He thought about what they’d done, how full his heart felt on this glorious new day.

When they’d retired to the big bed inside by the fireplace last night, the lovemaking had been arduous. The showers more than showers. Nick watched the rose-colored sunrise paint highlights against her soft skin as she slept. He could watch her forever, didn’t want to sleep. Didn’t want to ever be more than a breath away from her.

He didn’t know what he’d do if they cleared him to go overseas, but he had five months of limited duty to explore every inch of her body before he had to decide. She’d had the idea to build a new home on the place where Sophie’s dream had first been born. He had just enough time to design something she’d love, a tribute to the piece of Heaven Sophie had sought.

The home he’d build them would be filled with light, with views of the vineyards and Bennett Peak, blending his past with her as his future. He’d do all that before the Navy decided about him. He’d just have to check in regularly. Maybe they’d visit San Diego a few more times together to get her acquainted with some of the SEAL families. Christy and Kyle loved her. But then, what wasn’t to love about Devon?

In the end, being a SEAL was important to him, and it was his job to show her that, and help her understand what it was like to be part of that life. In the meantime, she’d have a beautiful house to live in that would remind her of the magical, golden love they shared, and would always share.

He enjoyed watching her, playing with her. She’d learned about experimentation, keeping the sex thrilling, trying new things. She had clocked his rhythm from those sessions last night, and learned how to prolong the pleasure of her body. Learned when to slow down and when to speed up, when to push him over the edge and then slide down the rivers of ecstasy with him. He loved her brazen, loved her shy. He loved all the parts she played, the fire along with the cool, strong waterwheel of her soul. He’d be there for her for the rest of his life.

He planned to ask her this morning to marry him. And he knew she’d say yes. But he’d make it a secret she’d have to figure out, with consequences for wrong answers. He loved the consequences sometimes more than the satisfaction of her discovering all his answers. He’d try to string it out, make her squeal with delight, and then he’d ask her.

He could spend his whole life being her lover right here in this very room. If God granted him one wish, that’s what he’d ask for. An eternity at her side, inside her, and wrapped around her. The perfect marriage of love and need and honor. He felt whole, refreshed in body and soul. He’d make it his life’s mission to bring joy to her every single day, worshiping her, his student, who had saved the teacher in every way possible.

The End

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