ZAK SEAL Team Seven(10)

I don’t think he ever realized, ever knew what it meant to me back in those hot, sweaty tents, when he’d finish making love to me at night, and instead of rolling over and going to sleep like I’d heard of more times than I could count, he’d literally cover my body with his, but always being careful not to crush me. “Nothing.”

He quirked his brow which meant he didn’t believe me, but thank heaven he left it alone. I closed my eyes but that was no help, he always did see more than anyone else. Now that the heart pounding, heat intensifying, sexual marathon was at a lull, all the old worries were coming back. We were both out of the service now, and that had been the biggest issue we had back then, that and his insane jealousy. Zak is one of those men that believed his woman was his and his only and dared anyone else to even look. It got so he didn’t even want anyone else within a mile of me, or one man in particular. Turns out he was right about him, maybe it was just his natural instinct that had shown him something that I couldn’t see. But at the time all I saw was his need to control me and everything else around him.

Now I get it, then I didn’t. Men like Zak and his brothers, because of the things they see, the horrors they’ve had to deal with, it makes them see life different to the rest of us. Even me who’d seen combat, had never experienced the same mind altering hell that they’ve been through. I could appreciate that now, but two years ago I couldn’t.

Back then I thought if I was woman enough to join up, then there was nothing I couldn’t do. And when he tried reining me in, I’d broken the tethers so to speak and never looked back, well not physically anyway. Emotionally I’d left everything that I was back in that desert with him.

I knew the only reason I’d been able to escape him so easily was because we’d both been called up at the time, and there was nothing he could do. But I had no doubt had we been stateside he would’ve fought me tooth and nail, and I would’ve given in. There were many days and nights in between then and now that I wish I had. When his hand started moving on my body again it was the easiest thing in the world to just turn into him and let him take me. The soreness between my thighs was forgotten along with everything else, I’ll think about it tomorrow.

“Put me inside of you.” I pulled his body over mine and spread my legs to receive him. At his command I reached down between us and felt his heated length against my palm, stroking it a few times before leading the leaking head to my opening. I was wet and ready for him, like always.

I didn’t think of the risk as I felt his fat cockhead split the lips of my sex, didn’t think about anything else but him as he pushed all the way in, stopping halfway to let me get used to him. It was always like that, he always had to be careful not to go too deep too fast, though now it seemed I was able to take his whole length easier than I could two years ago.

I started moving with his first stroke, lifting my body up to meet his as he started off nice and slow. It would be so easy to think that the fire had burned down to a cinder, but I knew better. It didn’t matter how many times he had me, we were always hot for each other, whether it was the first round or the last.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good baby.” I reveled in hearing things like that. Liked knowing that he found such pleasure in being inside me. I added a little twist, tightening my walls around him the way I knew would drive him crazy.

His growl set me off, and then his teeth biting into the same spot as before took me over the edge. He held still while I rode the crest and I knew what was coming next.

As soon as my breathing calmed a little he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach, keeping me pressed into the bed with a hand in the small of my back as he surged back into me.

“Oooh.” He always went too deep in this position, but I liked the little bite of pain it caused. I felt every ridge of his cock as he fed it to me while straddling my ass. I wanted to get up on my knees to ease the pressure on my organs. “Stay, I want you right there; you hurt?” I nodded my head because I couldn’t speak.

“Take it.” I didn’t have a choice, and didn’t need one after the third stroke. “Um, that’s it, take my cock like a big girl.” Why does his words make me so hot? When he’s in me like this I love his caveman, take charge ways.

It’s only when the clothes went back on and real life intruded that I had a problem with his way of treating me like the little woman. Now I was enjoying the hell of the way he took me over and fucked me like a man possessed.

By the time he came in me my limbs were all but ready to give out. That’s why he had to pick me up from the bed and take me into the shower, where he held me close as the water ran down on our overheated bodies.