Page 43 of Rescued by a SEAL

She gasped as he edged closer, his broad shoulders spreading her thighs further apart.

And then his lips were softly kissing their way up one of her inner thighs.

She trembled at his touch, wanting, needing so much more. Arousal dampened her folds, and her clit throbbed. Suddenly his mouth was finally hovering over her, and he kissed her intimately, his mouth and tongue exploring her folds. She gasped as heat coursed through her, coiling in her belly and traveling lower still.

Her legs shook as he held them, and he draped them over his broad shoulders, his hands moving to her hips as he held her in place.

“Mason, oh God,” she moaned.

She was spread out before him like a feast he was about to devour, helpless to his determination to pleasure her. He licked and suckled at her, teasing and gentle. His tongue lightly traced from her core up to her clit, and she gasped as it circled around her throbbing bud.

She fisted the sheets, arching up toward him. “Oh God, more. Mason, more!”

Mason growled with approval before lightly flickering his tongue over her clit again and again, pushing her higher and higher up to the precipice. She thrashed on the bed beneath him, held in place by his hands as much as her own lust. She would die if he stopped.

If she didn’t come soon.

Nothing—no one—had ever driven her higher than this.

He continued his ministrations, expertly teasing her with his tongue, and she began to see stars.

Gasping, she cried out his name.

She was hovering on the edge of a cliff with no way to turn back. With no way to stop the onslaught of lust racing through her. Mason sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, and she exploded, screaming his name as she shot straight to ecstasy.

His tongue continued to lave at her, her legs spread wide over his shoulders, and her orgasm went on and on.

Mason eased up ever-so-slightly, kissing her clit softly as her sex throbbed. Her inner walls spasmed, clamping down around nothing. He licked her again, drinking up all of her juices, and she would’ve been embarrassed at how wet she was if she wasn’t so completely sated. So incapable of thinking of anything but the pure pleasure coursing through her.

He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh again, before lifting her legs down off of his shoulders. They dangled off the bed once more, but she was too relaxed to even move. His fingers lightly ran up her inner thighs, making her shiver with delight.

“You taste fucking amazing,” Mason said as he stood, gazing down at her bare breasts as he tugged down his boxers. His erection sprang out, thick and throbbing. “Hell, I could go down on you all night. Spent hours worshipping you.”

She flushed as he turned and crossed over to his nightstand, his erection bobbing in front of him. His body was a sight to behold—nothing but pure masculinity. The muscles on his back bunched as he leaned down to grab a condom from the drawer, and he was back a second later, sheathing himself in front of her.

A thick vein traced up the underside of his shaft, and she tried not to gasp at how large he was.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his blue eyes sparking with arousal. He ran one hand up his shaft as if couldn’t hold back a moment longer.

“Yes, God yes,” she murmured.

Mason edged forward, lifting her legs around his waist and pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed. The head of his cock briefly nudged against her clit, and she gasped, still swollen and throbbing from her screaming orgasm.

He nudged against her once, twice more, and then lined his cock up with her entrance before slowly pushing in, leaving her breathless.

She gasped as he inched in slowly, the exquisite pressure nearly too much to bear. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, and finally he bottomed out, balls deep inside of her. He held her in place a moment, staring at where their two bodies were joined together.

She hastened a look herself, and there was something erotic and sinful about this beautiful man taking her this way. Claiming her as his.

Muscles rippled across his abdomen, his jaw clenched in concentration, and Taylor realized he was holding back. Making sure she was ready to fully accommodate him. She thrust her hips lightly, encouraging him on.

“God, you feel so good. You’re gripping me so tightly,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Take me,” she said.

He held her in place just a beat longer, impaled by his engorged shaft, and then he pulled slightly out and began thrusting. Taking her as his. Sending every single nerve ending throughout her body alight with pleasure.

The base of his cock rubbed up against her clit with every thrust, and he reached between them, rubbing his thumb softly over the swollen nub. She moaned and closed her eyes, too far lost in him to care about the sounds she was making. Mason began to take her harder, grunting as he pistoned in and out of her body. She began to climb again, and as his thumb moved faster over her clit as his cock filled her, she cried out his name.

Screamed as another orgasm came out of nowhere.

“Fuck!” Mason grunted as her inner walls clamped down tightly around him.

He hardened impossibly more, and then he was coming right along with her, thrusting in and out of her body as if she were made to be his.

Moments later he nearly collapsed on top of her, breathing hard from his own intense release. His lips brushed over her forehead, her eyelids, her lips, before he pulled out and collected her into his arms.

The last thing she remembered was Mason tucking her into his bed, his large body curling around hers as they both fell fast asleep.

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