Her Loyal Seal(36)

Lydia pulled her wet finger out of her mouth, and trailed it down her neck to the upper part of her breast, loving how Clint’s eyes narrowed and followed her every move. Slowly she swirled it around her areola. As his eyes focused on her breasts, she glanced downwards and saw how hard and erect he was. Her thighs clenched together as warmth pooled. The idea of having that much power inside of her was arousing and… intimidating. She sucked in a deep breath.

Clint’s gaze cut upwards, and he was on the bed beside her before she could exhale.

“Talk to me, Baby.”

She lifted her breasts in offering, wanting to focus his attention back towards her body, not her nervous reactions.

He stroked the tops of her breasts with his calloused fingertips, dragging them across her sensitive flesh. Her hands fell to her sides, as the world narrowed to the shards of pleasure his touch evoked.

“Talk to me, what were you thinking a minute ago?” She came out of her pleasure induced trance, and rolled to her side. Tonight was about Clint. Looking at him and his body she had to touch.

“Want this. Need this.” She stroked down his rock hard abdomen and grasped his cock. So hot, so hard. “I need you, Clint.”

“We’ll get there.” He placed a soft kiss against her temple.

She grazed her thumb over the silky head of his penis and gloried when she felt him shudder. She raised her knee. “Now.”

“You’re amazing. But you’re not going to make me lose my head.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, and she felt his strained smile. “You, lady, need to be with me every step of the way.”

“But I want what you want.” She finally had to look away from Clint’s steady gray gaze.

“This is about both of us, love, which means you’re going to talk to me.” She gave him another stroke and he arched into her hand. He put his hand over hers and looked her in the eye.

“Lydia?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for you.” She gave him a squeeze and looked up at him, praying he would understand. He searched her eyes and seemed to find an answer to his question.

“It’s my job to make sure you are. Do you trust me?”

“More than anybody else in my life. You would never let me down.”

He nodded, then he stroked down her body, and pushed out her raised knee, so that he could touch the intimate flesh of her core.

“You feel like wet silk.” He pushed a finger inside and she sighed in pleasure. Two, and she moaned as he made her feel so good. But when he tried to increase his presence even more, she winced.

His eyes narrowed. “We’re going to slow down, Baby.”

“No. I want more now.” She didn’t care it was uncomfortable. She needed to give to him this time.

He chuckled at her petulant tone. “This is too important. You’re too important.” He pulled her hand away from his flesh, and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “Your touch is potent, Lady.”

Lydia smiled, and stroked the muscles of his back as he pressed teasing kisses down her body. She might have wanted to make this all about Clint tonight, but her greedy body took the choice away from her.

“Ahhh. Clint.”

His tongue swirled down her tummy, and then he was exactly where she wanted him. He parted her folds and when she tried to rise to his tongue’s forays, his grip held her down, which rocketed her arousal upwards. He delved deep as his thumb raised the hood of her clit, and then he sucked as he plunged his fingers deep finding just the right spot. She moaned her release.



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As she crested he found heaven. This woman meant the world to him and no matter his needs hers would always come first. He continued to plumb her depths, swirling his tongue over her engorged flesh.

“No more, I can’t.” And then she did. This time she cried out.

He sheathed himself and slowly entered her hot depths.

“So good, you feel so good, Clint.” Her nails bit into his back. Resting one arm over her head, he smoothed her hair from her mouth, and kissed her lips, as he eased in further. He read only pleasure on her face as she canted upwards, and then he felt her body give a pulse of wet welcome. He started a gentle tempo she matched, but soon she shoved against him in eager awkward thrusts.

His hand slid down her hip and guided her. Soon they were meeting one another in a rhythm that launched them ever upwards.

“Please.” She shuddered.

He hit the spot, the one he touched before with his fingers, in and out. She clamped down on him and they came together in a shower of ecstasy.

Lydia looked at him with a dreamy expression, and he knew he was wearing a silly grin on his face.

“Don’t move a muscle.” He went to the bathroom. He got back in time to see her stretch her body and he groaned.