Her little whimpers turn into loud groans. Her thighs start to tremble.
Another minute, and I’m sure I’ll have her coming through her panties—and what a fucking waste that would be.
“Last chance to say goodbye,” I snarl, sliding a hand between us, feeling the slick heat through her lace, shoving my greedy fingers in through the side. “These are coming the hell off,” I tell her.
No joke. My cock throbs like a war drum, wanting to replace my fingers like mad.
Another shrill whine slips out of her, and she clutches at my shoulders, peeling away my last shred of self-control. I tug aside her lace so fast it nearly rips and toss her panties across the room, stroking her pussy folds, shoving my fingers deep inside her, and finding the spot on her wall that’s ground zero for carnal delight.
The place guaranteed to make her scream.
Yes, the rumors are true. SEALs don’t fuck around, even when we’re literally fucking around.
Val shudders slightly as my fingers slide in, quickening their pace. She lets out a husky groan.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah. Give it up,” I tell her. “Give it all.”
Her next moan comes louder. Wilder. All rock and roll folded into honey, then poured down my ears.
My cock jerks, imagining how she’ll sound when I bring her home.
It thrills me. Same with the way she closes her eyes and throws back her head, so fucking sexy it’s a wonder I don’t lose my mind right there.
But I won’t.
We’ve been building up to this for so long, I want it to last.
Our sex is meant to be volcanic, smoldering groans and convulsing limbs and screaming hellfire finishes.
“Val, fuck…you’re gonna kill me.”
There. I admit it.
I find her clit, press my thumb against it, loving how her hair just tosses down across her shoulders.
Another sugary whine spills out of her. Her pussy muscles clench around my fingers, and her hips flick at my hand, hungry for release.
Her pleasure makes me feel like a king, knowing I’m the giver, and she’s barely even scratched the surface.
Enough with the opening act.
Grasping her waist in both hands, I lift her off me, then flip her onto her back.
She laughs, edging her way higher up the bed, spreading her arms out to her sides. She plants her feet on the bed, legs open, her pussy pink and riled and wanting.
Her hot little cunt almost rivals the flames lashing those pretty gold eyes.
Goddamn, I want to watch them roll. I want to make them spark like seething coals when I push in and fuck her into the next millennium.
Her breaths hitch, slow and waiting.
“Please,” she begs me. “Please, Flint. I’m yours.”
Like that was ever a question.
Growling, I run a hand down her inner thigh, gaze fixed as she grasps the bedspread with both hands. Her hips rise, offering another picture-perfect view of pink, slick, and damn near steaming.
Or maybe I’m the one on fire. My cock throbs so hard I feel it in my temples, my tongue, which suddenly has one thing on the menu.
I climb up the bed, closing in, and go down on her.
Damn, I do go down.
I’ve never wanted to taste a woman as bad as I do Valerie Gerard, right the fuck now.
It’s not slow or gentle or sweet.
My licks split the full length of her folds in one furious stroke. I peel her open, sucking and kissing as I go, raking my stubble against her thighs, her wetness, her heat.
This mouth isn’t ever shy, but today? It’s a single-minded mess of lips and tongue.
The next best thing on earth after coming inside this girl has to be fucking her with my tongue so deep and so long I’ll be tasting her for life.
“Oh!” She lets out another shrill little mewl, her fingers tearing the sheets.
That’s a-o-fucking-kay, baby.
Let it all out.
Let this tongue take your clit places you’ll never find on any map.
If I wasn’t so busy smothering her cunt with my tongue, I’d smile.
I’m proud of the way she lifts up higher, slides her ass into my hands, wordlessly begging me to take everything.
This pussy is a paradise. I sample every inch of her, teasing and coaxing, hungry and uninhibited, relishing the show every time she thrusts back, always wanting more, and more.
So I give it to her good, and she gives back a horny, trembling sweetness that makes my dick seethe.
When my mouth moves to her clit, pulling it between my teeth and slapping my tongue on her nub, she’s a goner. She barely has a few seconds to reach down, burying her fingers in my hair, all breathless gasps and urging nails, her lungs building up to a scream.
Give it, woman.
Come for me so sweet.
Ruin us fucking both.
She throws her head back, words she can’t quite manage stuck in her throat, something that sounds like my name and the word coming.