Her Dominant SEAL(75)

“Drake!”

Around and around, until finally, he sucked the morsel into his mouth, holding her tight as she tried to twist away, and then move towards him. Ever so gently he scraped her with his teeth. Her pleasure melted over his fingers.

A muffled cry. His name. He looked up and saw she was biting the side of the pillow, her eyes shimmering with tears.

Once. That thought still haunted him. He tested her depths with one finger. She was so tight.

“That feels so good. Do it again.”

Damn right he would. He doubled his presence, taking his time to help her catch fire again. He wouldn’t do anything in the world that would hurt this woman.

***

She was almost mindless. But not quite. She could see the lines of strain around his eyes and mouth. Had there ever been a more selfless lover, she wondered. But dammit, he could stop with the foreplay already.

“Drake, I need you,” she whispered.

She trembled as his fingers rasped inside her sheath. It was amazing she could form words. She arched up, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Careful.”

“You. I need you,” she said. Trying to make it clear she needed his body.

He twisted his fingers and sparks shot up her spine. She was close to coming again, but she wanted him inside her.

“We’ve got all night, I don’t want to rush this.” He spiraled his fingers, and then his thumb touched her clit, and she gasped. Moisture flooded and tears threatened.

“Dammit to hell, Drake Jefferson. I need your cock. Fuck the foreplay!”

His head shot up, for just a second he looked shocked, then he threw his head back and laughed. He got up from the bed and licked his fingers.

The man actually licked his fingers!

Then he took off his pants, and bent down and pulled a condom out of his wallet. As soon as he smoothed it over his cock, Karen immediately thought that his fingers were the way to go. Couldn’t fingers produce sperm? They could have babies using his fingers, right?

He must have read her mind because he was back on the bed beside her in a heartbeat.

“This won’t work,” she croaked out.

“Sure it will.”

“You’re ridiculous,” her hand gestured towards his penis.

“I’m a little overgrown. We’re going to take things slow. Trust me.”

His fingers were back where they’d been, only this time they were stroking a wondrous place inside of her. As she looked into his glittering black eyes, diamond tendrils of pleasure arc’d from her core and connected to his smile. She spread her legs and lifted her hips towards him.

“You like that?”

She reached out and grabbed his condom covered cock. It felt so warm and right in her hand. He twitched and pulsed. She imagined how that would feel against that spot inside her sheath. She wrapped one long leg around his waist and pulled the tip of his cock to her entrance.

“Jesus, you feel like Heaven,” he said as he prodded against her slick folds.

“Deeper, Drake.” She used her teacher’s voice. It worked.

He slowly slid in, parting her tight flesh. She’d never felt so full, so connected, so loved.

He groaned as she twisted and pushed toward him. “Hold still, Honey.”

“No.”

“Yes. I’m running this show,” the Tennessee Whiskey gravel voice commanded. It just made her hotter. She clenched on his flesh. “Yes, do that again, Baby.”

She’d clenched, he’d move, then he bent for a kiss, and the rhythm started. The shimmers started in her toes, it was a wave of sunlight that went coursing through her body, she wouldn’t be able to contain a scream this time. It was more than pleasure, it was her soul finding it’s home. It coalesced in one perfect word.

“Drake.”





Epilogue


“I’m more excited than you are Karen,” Piper said as she taped up another box. She started to lift it, and Karen cleared her throat.

“Oh yeah, no lifting,” Piper said.

“No lifting. We only had to promise that literally, nine times on the phone yesterday,” Karen said wryly.

“You were counting?” Piper asked wide-eyed as she starting putting plates into another box.

“I made a mental bet with myself. If he went to ten, I was going to treat myself to a pedicure.” Karen laughed as she put the strainer into the box she was packing. All things considered, no lifting was probably a good rule.

“I’m glad you’re excited about the move Piper. Drake was worried.”

“Are you kidding? That campus is awesome! It’s so close to the ocean that I could smell it.” Piper picked up her phone. “Drake’s late.”

“He said he’d be here at ten. It’s nine thirty,” Karen protested.