Page 16 of Unexpected Christmas with the SEAL

“So maybe we should talk less?”

“For now. But after, let’s talk more.” Then he took her mouth and started to move.

Themanhadsomeseriously flexible hips. The way he rolled them against her, plunging in and out, it had Hannah seeing stars and digging her nails into Cal’s ass cheeks.

Where did he learn to move like that?

Did she care?

Not really, because even if it was some other woman who taught him, Hannah was reaping the benefits now.

His tongue mimicked the rhythm of his thrusts perfectly, and with each drop of his hips as he sunk deeper inside of her, his lower belly grazed her clit in such a way she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on.

Or if she even wanted to.

Cal was an unexpected Christmas present she intended to leave unwrapped, and play with for as long as she could.

She’d pushed him away, been mean and snarky, but in the end, his persistence, his kindness and seeing past her veiled anger to her loneliness won her over. That and the fact that he made a mean pizza.

He was also entirely right. She didn’thaveto do it alone.

She’d just gotten so used to having to.

Habits were tough to break. And she was a naturally stubborn person.

She tasted her own release on his lips, but she didn’t mind. It just turned her on more and made her claw up his back and dig her fingers deeper into the man’s very nice ass cheeks. She knew women who killed themselves at the gym daily to get a bubble butt like that.

Sometimes life just wasn’t fair.

He broke their kiss and let his mouth drift down the side of her cheek, her jaw and her neck until he found a nipple, scissoring his teeth over it, then tugging. She gasped and arched her back, which prompted him to reach down below, grab her right leg behind the knee and bend it, pressing it into her chest so he could go deeper.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, loving that new angle and how much deeper he could go.

He drove harder, switched over to the other nipple, and raked his whiskery chin over the tender nub. She moaned and arched her back again.

“I want to come together,” she said breathlessly. “Are you close?”

“So fucking close, babe. Just waiting for you.”

“I’m going to explode.”

“Then explode, Hannah. I’ll join you. I promise.”

He lifted his head, his eyes boring into hers, then he dropped his mouth, pushed his tongue between her lips, and lowered his hips so he was inside of her as deep as he could be. She went off like a rocket.

Her fingers dug trenches into the meatiest part of his ass, but he didn’t stop kissing her. Warm puffs of air from his nostrils hit her upper lip as he groaned into her mouth, stilled, and found his own release.

His cock pulsed against her pussy walls, and her clit throbbed beneath his lower belly as wave after wave of bliss rocked through her, expanding through her torso and out into her limbs. Her toes curled, her bent leg cramped, and her body hummed like a beehive.

“Fuuuuuck,” Cal groaned, breaking their lip lock and pressing his mouth to her shoulder. “Fuck.”

She grinned and kissed his shoulder, right over the beautiful octopus.

Slowly, the thrumming inside of her receded. Pulled back toward her center like an outgoing tide. Cal relaxed and collapsed against her. She enjoyed feeling all of his weight on her. She released her death grip on his butt and trailed her fingernails gently up his back. “Sorry if made your butt bleed,” she whispered.

His raspy chuckle made her pussy clench around him, and his body jostled slightly. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

“You also have a butt that women would die for. Like, do you do a thousand squats a day or something?”

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