Page 16 of Guarded By the SEAL

I’m like an addict who has finally been given a hit of my favorite drug. The only problem is one hit will never be enough. I don’t know how Petra and I are going to start being smart now.

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PETRA

Finally, we make it out of the pool. I think we both need this, to take a moment to really think things through, to decide what we’re going to do next. I know what my body wants to do, what it’s wanted to do ever since I first saw him naked in my bed this morning, but I’m also trying to be smart. I don’t want to do anything crazy here… but then I suppose we’ve already crossed that barrier by kissing. What more damage can I do?

We both rise to our feet and stare at one another, both of us equally panting and desperate. I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs no matter what I do, and he seems to be the same. At least, that’s how it seems by his chest rapidly rising and falling. I can almost hear his heart hammering against his rib cage in a similar manner to mine. We are both ragged and raw. It’s crazy.

This is my chance, I think as I stare at him. This is my chance to run away again if I want to.

Last time, I avoided the kiss. I raced off before that could actually happen. This time, I could prevent this from going offthe scale and heading to a place where there is no turning back. But I don’t want to, I really don’t want to. I need him. I think the pain of not having him will be worse than the consequences of having him could be.

Screw it. I race over to him and jump into his arms. He catches me easily, holds me as I cling to him, and keeps lifting me upward as we kiss hard and fast all over again. The passion flows deeply between us. It’s on another level. One I didn’t know existed. It was never like this with the only other man I’ve been with. I didn’t know it could feel this way. I didn’t know it could be this damn good. My God, he has me in flames. Every inch of me is on fire. I absolutely can’t get enough. I need him.

The deeper the kiss gets, the more I arch my back and roll my hips. I press myself against him, hoping he can feel the wet heat between my thighs. I need him, but I don’t know how to ask, how to demand. That hasn’t ever been something in my repertoire. I don’t know how to drag myself out of the shyness.

“Do you want me?” Harry asks as he presses me up against the wall to the house. “Do you need this?”

“Oh, God.” I murmur, thick with desire. My head lolls to the side and my eyes fall closed as he moves his mouth down to the hyper-sensitive skin of my throat. “Yes. I want this. I really want this.”

Ah, so I could find the words to beg for him. I didn’t know that was possible. I like it. I like this side of me. I want to unleash more of that. But I can’t right now. He’s stealing the words out of my mouth with his kisses. My God, my body flickers up in delight with every part of me that he kisses.

“Holy shit.” My feet hit the floor at the very moment he tugs my bra to the side. My nipples have been crying out for attention from Harry, and it seems he’s heard the call. He cups my breast and tweaks my nipple, but it’s immediately clear that isn’t enough for either of us. His mouth travels downward. His lips edge to where I ache for him, and he quickly takes my nub into his mouth. “Oh, my God, Harry.”

He tugs and teases, he licks and sucks, and each graze of his mouth sends me spinning into heaven. Fucking hell, if his tongue is that good on my nipples, imagine how it’ll feel in my panties.

“Taste me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice as I beg Harry for more. “Taste me, I want you.”

“Mmm, I love it when you tell me what to do.” His lips slowly draw down my stomach. He falls to his knees and stares up at me with a delighted playful smirk. “I would like more of that from you.”

I grab the strands of his hair and tug him toward me. Harry bites the waistband of my panties and tugs them down. I purr like a fucking pussycat as the lace travels down my thighs, making me shiver. I might be pulling on his hair a little harder than I mean to, but Harry doesn’t complain. He murmurs as if he likes it.

“Mmm, your scent is intoxicating,” he mutters, his voice vibrating against my core. “I want more.”

He kisses on the insides of my legs, going further upward, getting nearer to my core, until I can feel his hot breath tickling along my core. I can’t stop myself from crying out in pleasure already. The anticipation is just too much. If he doesn’t connect with me soon, I will end up losing my damn mind…

“Fuck, oh, my God!” I cry out in ecstasy. Just one light kiss against my clit makes me weak at the knees. The first kiss is followed with another, and then his tongue is swirling all around me. He’s making sure that he tastes every damn part of me. All of my soaking wet slit connects with his tongue, and it’s fucking phenomenal. The patterns he’s tracing, the hot breath that blows out along me, all of it… it’s intense.

Every part of me stiffens as I can feel Harry pushing me far too close to the tip of the mountain. I don’t want to lose myself yet, I don’t want to fall over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. I want to remain present, in control of these feelings with Harry. Of course, he has all the power right now. He has complete control of my body, so I can only hold on for so long. Soon, I’m erupting like crazy…

“Oh, fuck!” The screams coming out of me rocket through the whole island. It’s a good thing we’re alone in this place because otherwise, we would be disturbing every fucking neighbor around. “Oh, my God.”

The pleasure shatters through me, my knees are weak, and my legs can hardly keep me standing. Harry seems to touch every damn inch of me. The hot, burning bliss flows through every single organ in my body, and I fucking love it. The orgasm is explosive, more intense than anything I’ve ever been through before, and I can’t get enough of it. I want more, so much more. I want all of him.

“Fuck me,” I cry out as the last embers of pleasure ebb away. “Fuck me, Harry. I need you.”

He takes his mouth away from me, leaving my core cold and alone but still pulsing like crazy. Harry has sated me, but it still isn’t enough. I really do need more of him. He has unleashed adragon of desire inside me and I can’t calm it down. There is nothing I can do. My body is hungry for him.

By the time Harry’s lips are on mine once more and he’s kissing me with the taste of my core on his lips, I can feel him pressing between my thighs. His cock is rock solid and just as needy for me as I am him. Unfortunately, his underwear is in the way. It’s soaking wet from the pool and driving me insane.

“I need you naked,” I growl while nibbling playfully on his bottom lip. “I need you naked now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry steps back from me and cocks an eyebrow in my direction. “Go on, then. Make it happen.” He throws his hands in the air, messing around with me, and I love it. “You want me nude?”

He’s challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone, and I’m going to rise to it. I step closer to him, swaying my hips, pausing only to throw my bra to the side. His eyes flicker down to my breasts, and I can tell he likes what he sees. I love him staring at me like this, like I’m a goddess. I’ve never been made to feel so special before. Is that wrong? Have I really missed all these red flags in life?

“Let’s get them off, then.” I keep my eyes fixed on his as I lower my body with his pants. I don’t check out what he’s been hiding underneath his boxer shorts until he has kicked them off his ankles, and I’m immediately impressed. I expected him to be massive because the rest of his body is, but not this impressive. My God, he’s so huge I have no idea whether my body will be able to handle him…

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