Second Chance SEAL(110)

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re strong,” he said. “I’ve been around a lot of women in my life. Been with a fair number of them, too. But you’re the first one that I thought had anything hard inside her, the first one I felt like I could understand.”

“You think you understand me?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I think you understand me.” I felt his hands on my hips, sliding down slowly toward the hem of my dress. “Maybe I just can’t get enough of this fucking body, these hips.”

I sipped my whisky, my heart hammering in my chest.

“So you’re risking your life just because you like the way I look.”

“Could be. You’re fucking nice to look at.” His hands reached the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up, sliding it along my skin. I bit my lip, thought I should stop him, but knew I wouldn’t.

His hands finally found my soaked panties. I couldn’t help myself when he got close to me this way. My body just reacted however it wanted. He smirked at me and slowly began to rub my soaked spot.

“I’m doing this because I fucking want to,” he said, and then he kissed me hard.

I kissed him back, letting his tongue touch mine, his taste invading my mouth, my mind, and my body. His hands kept working my pussy, my soaked-through panties useless. He slid them partly down and touched my skin, rubbing my soaked and swollen clit. I moaned into his kiss, letting him work me, letting the pleasure flood through me.

This was what I really wanted, I realized. This was why I’d come out of my room. I knew he’d touch me like this, make me feel this way, and I wanted him to. I didn’t want to pretend like I didn’t want it, pretend like I knew what was a good idea and what was a bad one.

As far as I was concerned, the way Travis could make my body feel had to be a good thing. I’d never believe that a man’s touch making me feel like this could be a bad thing.

I kissed him hard, pressing myself against him. Travis, this mysteriously dangerous man, the Navy SEAL who appeared in my life like a storm. Violent desire raged in my body for him, warring with my skin, needing him to touch me, needing his thick cock between my legs.

He pushed me up against the table, knocking the glasses slightly, and sat me down on the top of it. He continued kissing me, my panties down around my knees, his hand in between my legs. He worked my clit, rolling his fingers along my skin, sending bliss and more through my core.

He tipped my head back, pulling my hair slightly, and kissed down my neck. I groaned as he found my breasts and my chest, kissing along my exposed skin.

“I love this fucking sundress,” he said. “Easy to get at this nice little pussy.”

I smiled and then gasped as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. “Right now, I love it too.”

He laughed as he slowly stroked his fingers inside me. “I can tell. You’re dripping wet.”

“Not like I can help it when you touch me like that.”

“I know.” He kissed me again, his fingers deep inside me, and I moaned into his mouth as he worked me.

He pressed me back onto the table. I held myself up with my elbows as he slid my panties off the rest of the way. He lifted one leg up, spreading my knees wide. I felt both exposed and so incredibly turned on as he kissed down the thigh that was propped up, slowly moving toward my soaking clit.

Once his mouth touched my spot, I knew I was done for. He began to suck and lick me like that night in the car, his fingers pressing deep inside me right away. I tossed my head back and moaned, not trying to control myself, but giving in to this moment. His tongue and mouth worked me, and I knew I was giving in to him.

“I love how you taste, how you smell, how you feel,” he said, his fingers still stroking me. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “I love the way you look at me like you can’t get enough.”

“Shit. I love the way those fingers feel,” I said, surprising myself.

“I know you do,” he said, kissing my neck. “You love the way all of me feels.”

I sat up and pressed him back. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. I quickly unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans down as he smirked at me. His cock was hard, pressing against his black cotton boxer briefs, and I slowly kissed its length.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You know I fucking love that.”

I slowly pulled down his underwear, my heart hammering in my chest. His cock was thick and straight, hard as hell, as I slowly stroked his length.

I wanted to taste him more than anything. I’d never experienced that before, actually wanting to taste a man’s cock. But with Travis, it felt natural, right. I slowly licked him root to tip and slipped him into my mouth. I sucked him like that, slowly along his tip, and looked up at him.