Page 33 of SEAL's Doorstep Baby

His lips are demanding, covering mine completely while his teeth lightly tug at them, moving in sync. He nibbles on my lipsjust as often as he tugs them, and when his tongue demands entry into my mouth, I grant it.

His tongue is rough, strong and flexible enough to taste all of me. I can’t get enough of it, of him. I press myself against him, and when his hardness presses against my center and sends electricity running straight to my core, I moan out his name.

“Jake.” I sigh, pushing myself harder into him. “Please don’t stop this time.” My hand grabs a fistful of his hair in warning, but I lose focus when his lips move to the curve of my jaw, and my hands drop off to run all over his torso. His strength is amazing—holding me up for all this time like I weigh nothing.

When he finally sits on the couch with me on his lap, I slow down my movement, content to just feel him pressed against me.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, Allie. We’ve got something stable going. I don’t want to ruin that.” He is split between two realities, and I know why he thinks this might end badly. What he doesn’t know is that there is absolutely no reason—including her uncle being horrible to me—that could keep me away from Maddie.

“Maddie is mine to take care of, always. And nothing can change that. Do you believe me Jake?” I tilt his head to mine, peering into his beautiful eyes in the hope that he can see through mine and straight into my soul.Maddie is my goddaughter, and nothing that could ever happen between us could make me leave her for a single second.

Jacob’s eyes bore into mine, and I hope he understands the truth my eyes are telling him. His hands make their way to the small of my back, rubbing small circles on it. He puts both his hands on either side of my waist and lifts me off him. I sit on the couch and stare up at him.Maybe he doesn’t want to risk it. I can live with that.

I prepare myself for the rejection he is about to hand me; ready to be as civil as possible despite it.

Jacob stands over me and extends a hand to me. I take his hand in mine, standing straight right before he claims my lips again. Heat soars through me. We stumble our way to his bedroom without unlatching our lips. His hands dance all over my skin, touching every inch of me through my clothes, and when we are both in his room, he guides me carefully to his bed, laying me gently on it.

“Let me touch you, Allison. All of you.” Slowly enough to drive me crazy with need, Jake strips me of my clothes one article at a time until I am bare before him. Kissing every inch of my now open body, he mutters his appreciation.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes out in near reverent tones. His hand touches every inch of me, moving from my neck to my bosom where he tortures me with his actions. He tugs and pulls at the peaks of my fullness, and when they turn red with his attention he captures one bud in his lips and transfers his hands to the other.

“Yes…that feels so good, babe.” I confess as he kisses me. His sucking pulls at my core with a tug accompanying each swallow. The feeling is too much to deal with, frustrating me just as much as it excites me. I work my hand into his hair and pull him into my chest, pushing myself closer to my peak at the same time.

Jacob reads my mind and before I can do it myself, his free hand travels to the junction of my legs and rubs my swollen nub in small circles. My breathing hitches when he does that, and I feel his lips curl in a wicked smile against my chest as he increases the frequency of his manipulations. He rubs me faster and faster until it all comes crashing down on me like a pile of bricks.

I almost throw him off me with my thrashing as I reach my peak for the first time in so long. Electricity courses throughmy bloodstream and the synapses in my brain go haywire when it hits them. Waves of pleasure hit me over and over, and my trembling form doesn’t stop moving until the pleasure finally dies down and stays as a pleasant resonance in my entire frame.

“That was amazing.” I breathlessly confess. “If I knew you could do that all this time, I’d have employed you.”

“Baby you can’t afford me. Nobody can,” he deadpans, throwing me into chuckles that rock my entire body.

Somewhere in the middle of our exploration, Jake has lost his shirt and when he joins me in laughing, I stare mesmerized as his muscles flex and contract with his movements.

This man is beautiful!

He has the body of a Greek god, and the thought of what he would look like while driving himself into me flashes through my mind.

“You’re looking at me like you want more, Allie. Do you?” My cheeks heat up in mortification when he comments on my stare, and his question makes me divert my eyes in embarrassment. I gather up the courage that has got me this far, to look him in the eyes and tell him exactly what is on my mind.

“Yeah, I want you. The question is, how much of you can I get?” I boldly ask him.

His dark chuckle is all the answer I need. In just a couple fluid movements, Jake is free of his remaining clothing and just as naked as I am. Every muscle in his body stands out in stark relief, a benefit of his training, and it is difficult to move my eyes until I catch a glimpse of his length.

Getting between my legs, he moves until I am comfortably trapped beneath him, and when his hands resume their exploration of my body, I arch my back and shift my hips to put him in the best position for what he is going to do next.

Jacob teases me, running his fingers down my body and lightly over my lower region. When he finally touches me again it is toposition himself under it and sink his length into me, delicious inch by delicious inch.

Being full of him in this way is amazing and it robs me of any words. My hand trails over his body, touching him as much as he was doing to me a while ago, and he responds like me, while keeping his rhythm the same through it all. Jake captures my lips with his, preventing any words from leaving my mouth, and at the same time securing my hand in his, threading our fingers.

His unwavering and constant motion sets every part of my body aflame, and I arch upwards, pushing myself into him. He takes me closer to the edge with each thrust, and when he adds a hand into the mix, sliding it between our slick forms to lightly touch my nub, I lose my sense of reality and tumble over the edge of the cliff.

My inner muscles contract around him, pulling him over the edge of nothingness, hand-in-hand with me. He groans his relief into my mouth, as I do the same to him, and we both luxuriate in our climax together.

As we relax against each other, I can’t help but curl in closer to him.

“This was…” I get lost for words.

He chuckles softly. “I know.”

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