Page 49 of SEAL's Doorstep Baby

“You ask for it.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“No. It has to be gentle, and with the realization that just because you want to kiss me doesn’t mean I want to kiss you, too.”

He nods in understanding at my words. “I don’t think I can be gentle, but I’ll try. The real question, Allie, is do you want me to kiss you like I’m dying of thirst and you’re an oasis?”

It isn’t until much later that I realize I had nodded in response to his question.

The first touch of his lips on mine has already robbed me of my concept of thought, and when his lips meet mine for the second time, I surrender them to him, losing myself in the intoxicating feeling of being surrounded by him.

His hand moves to my neck and his fingers splay out to run lightly across the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck. Our lips separate for a short moment before they come together again.

I don’t want to think about anything else, so I grab him, too. I take a firm grip of the back of his shirt and push myself into him.

“Mmmhhh… you taste good,” he pants against my lips, struggling to catch his breath.

Time seems to flow strangely because one moment I’m kissing the stuffing out of him in the living room, and the next we are perched on his bed, exploring every inch of each other. We are both missing our shirts and I run my hands over his broad stretch of muscle.

I am sitting snugly on him while he leans against the headboard with both of his wide hands rested on each side of my hips. Grinding myself against his hardness to get a reaction out of him, he sharply sucks in a breath immediately after I do it. A wicked smile curls on my face.

Jacob doesn’t let me bask in my victory. He plucks at the hard tips of my nipples, driving a current of electricity through my entire body. He follows that with his lips, sucking gently, as if he’s tasting every inch of my skin.

“That feels wonderful. Don’t stop.” I order him and he obliges me, continuing his exact actions until I feel the sensations in the pit of my stomach.

I move my hips in circles, grinding my groin into his as the pulls from his sucking get stronger. As the tension builds andthe heat courses through my body, I luxuriate in the wonderful feeling it brings.

When I come down from the high, I am slumped over his chest, and breathing in his musk.

There is nowhere else I would rather be.

I trail my hand down slowly, over his nipples—scratching lightly at them with my fingernails —and down his torso until I rest it at his hips.

“What do you want now, darling?”

“I want you. All of you.” He might not realize it, but I am not asking just for intimacy, but for all of him; the good and the bad, all the parts he still hides.

He might not say anything about it, but I have heard him in the middle of the night, fighting his demons in his sleep and having them spill over into his hours of consciousness. Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, gripping me tighter than comfortable just to know that I am alive. It hurts my heart, but I love knowing that I am there for him.

Slowly enough to drive him crazy with anticipation, I slowly peel off the rest of my clothes and I watch him do the same, admiring every perfect inch of the well-oiled machine that is his body.

When we are both bare before each other, I capture his lips with mine again, tugging lightly on his hair as I sink myself down on him.

“Careful.” He growls out in warning, and I take heed. He is too much to take all at once so I slow down and let him pull out every so often until every single inch of him is nestled deep inside of me.

Sitting in this position, I can feel him press against me with every subtle motion of his hips.

This time I take my pleasure into my hands and I move my hips in small circles repeatedly.

“That feels so good, Jake. So good.” I moan out.

He is touching parts of me I didn’t even know could feel this good.

“I’m not stopping, baby. You hear me? I’m not stopping until I fill you with everything in me.” He growls against my neck and his hands dig into my hips at the same time.

The combination of all these simulations takes me over the edge, and with a keening cry, I hit my peak, but Jacob doesn’t stop his thrusting.

His motions keep me there for so long that I lose all track of time, lost to the euphoria driving me senseless as I let out never-ending moans announcing my pleasure. When he reaches his peak it pushes me further into another climax, and I tremble with both pleasure and fear, afraid my body won't be able to handle much longer.

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