Stacy Vs. SEAL

“I’ll try,” she smiles back at me, her voice light and honeyed, making my heart race faster and my cock pulse against my boxer briefs. I’ve been two days without her naked body, and it has been complete torture. “You’re my bodyguard, then?”

“No,” I shake my head, both my hands on her hips. “When I got up from the accident, the first thing I did was transfer my commission.”

“Transfer…?” She looks taken aback, almost as if the word transfer means that I’ll be going away for good. “Why would you…?”

“Because I wasn’t doing a good job. Because… Because I fell in love with you, Stacy. I knew that the moment I saw you running away from me. It nearly broke my heart to think I might lose you for good.”

“You have a heart, then?” She teases me, flattening the palm of her hand over my chest. “I thought you were some kind of emotionless machine.

“I was,” I say, responding in kind, “but then I met you.”

“I love you, Sanders,” she breaks into a genuine smile, her eyelids drooping as she goes on tip-toes and moves in for the kiss.

“I love you too,” I whisper back at her right before our lips touch, and then I surrender to the most perfect kiss I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

“Let’s go home,” she says suddenly, breaking our kiss and looking into my eyes with an expression of pure lust and desire. “Right now.”

I make a straight line toward the door, her hand in mine, and then grin.

“Right now.”

19

Stacy

"Sanders," I exhale his name, not realizing I was holding my breath as we walk into my Midtown apartment. I can't help it, I'm anticipating him inside me again and...that's everything right now. I have a need for him unlike anything I've ever known.

"Yes, Stacy?” Sanders says, tucking his fingers under my chin and tilting my face up to look into his eyes. "What is it, doll?" His voice is gruff, I hear him holding back lust like a wooden wall might hold back a raging sea.

We're both swept up in our need for each other with a torrential passion matched only in each other. The way that Sanders makes me feel leaves me breathless.

"Take off all your clothes," I say, pressing my hand to his chest. The feel of his firm pectorals under my palm sends shivers through my body. I look into his eyes, feeling them hood with lust, feeling my own eyelashes sweep over my cheeks. "I want to ride you. I need to feel you inside me." My lips part.

I watch his face. His eyes blaze with need. Sanders grits his teeth with the absolute need overtaking him. Tangling his other fingers into my hair, he crushes my mouth to his. Deleting the space between us, his tongue sweeps over mine and erases any other thoughts that I might have had. I need his kiss the way he needs mine. Our tongues dance like reunited lovers. We trade breath and heartbeats. My hand is trapped between us, crushed between my soft breasts and his firm chest. I feel our heartbeats thundering together against my hand. I imagine a trail of electric love pulsing from one heart to another, forever entangling us. We are inseparable. Our hearts beat in the same frenetic rhythm, keeping time with our kiss and rushing our blood through our bodies for what moves us.

More than lust, we need to claim each other. K

iss until the world stops turning.

Well, and fuck until we both black out, fall asleep, and do it all over again.

I nibble his lip, pulling back my tongue and grazing my teeth over his lower lip. I hold it for a second and then let go, breaking our kiss.

"Please?" I say, my voice soft as tissue paper. I wonder for a second if he heard me, but then I remember that there's no one quite like the human weapon that Sanders is. He tears off his shirt, slides his belt off so fast it snaps, tears down his pants. I yank down his jeans right after he unbuttons them.

Kneeling down, I tear down those boxers too, letting his massive cock thwack right against my face since I pop it free so quickly. I bring the head into my mouth and kiss it with tongue, feeling the sensitive underside of his cock in my mouth for a few delicious moments before I pop it out, rising up to remove my own clothing with the same speed that Sanders removed his own. I intend to ride that glorious cock and I can't wait another moment.

Sanders is watching me take off my clothes, backing up onto the bed. Such a good man, I'll have to repay that really well.

Of course, I already intended to ride his cock until we both exploded in a flurry of orgasms. But there's something else that I have in mind...something I am honestly a little afraid to do because his cock is so huge. But an orgasm on his cock should loosen my nerves and, well, make taking him in my ass a lot easier of a hurdle.

"What's going on in that delectable mind of yours?" Sanders says.

Ah, he can see my wheels turning.

I love that about him. I love so much about of him. He's protective, sweet, alpha yet tender...Sanders is what I would build the perfect man to be like, though I didn't know how much I needed him until those first few tastes. Or thinking I couldn't have him.

Now, he's all mine. Every inch of his delicious body. Every breath in his body can be mine in a kiss. In a hard fucking when I take every inch of that monster cock.