Page 78 of All The Way Under
“I didn’t think I’d have to text you,” she says. Her gaze dances down my body, then back up. “This is better than I imagined.”
The doors close behind us, and she raises one brow.
“I lied about the malfunction. I wanted you. Like this.” Saylor bites her bottom lip.
“Here?”
I must look shocked because she raises one brow.
“What? We can’t ruffle the SEAL before a performance?”
“Forgive the shock. I’ve never been in full uniform while being propositioned by the most gorgeous woman in the world.”
I take a step forward, then another. She’s pinned against the back of the elevator. I toss my cover on the ground.
Saylor kisses me, and the premeditation is everywhere. I pull away from her mouth.
“You did plan this. You didn’t even put on lipstick,” I say. “How bad did you want this, then? How long have you been thinking about this?”
Her blue eyes melt into mine as she reaches behind her body to unzip the dress. It falls to the floor in a pool around her feet. Nothing but skin and the body I cherish.
“I’ve been thinking about it since I last saw you.”
I take off my jacket and set it gently on top of my cover. Saylor leans over and presses a button on the panel. It lights up red.
“No one can come in. Or out.”
“We’ll see about that,” I reply, casting a cocky grin.
I collapse to my knees in front of her, eyes wide as I stare up in awe. She slides her legs over my shoulders, and I pull her ass forward to taste her pussy. She’s so wet for me as she works herself against my tongue. The way her face remains soft with ecstasy, yet her pace harried with intent, is mesmerizing.
I lose track of time after she comes and slowly steps down, ordering me to stand. One hand holds the elevator door to steady my body as Saylor unzips my pants, then swallows my cock. Watching her work propels me closer to the brink, and she knows, because then she slows her pace, popping off to savor my balls. She licks a trail up and down the underside of my rod until I shiver, then she slides it back down her throat. The pace picks up when she uses her hand to guide her mouth up and down.
When I don’t think I can hold back any longer, she looks up at me, all whale-eyed, fucking perfection, and says, “Fuck me,” around my cock.
I lick my lips, nodding furiously. “Get up and turn around.”
Saylor knows exactly where I’m going because she splays her hands on the closed door and spreads her legs. The invitation couldn’t be warmer and inviting. I plunge into her, grabbing both of her hips to steady the fuck. Her blonde hair bounces with each thrust, and one side of the elevator has a mirror, so I watch, and even though I know it’s my reflection, I still feel jealous of the lucky bastard.
Who gets to fuck a woman like this? Who gets to call a woman like this theirs? Couldn’t be me.
The mere sight of my cock pounding into her firm tan ass in my hands is enough. She’s in nothing but gold high heels, and fuck if they’re high.
“Where do you want me to come?”
She grinds back against me and circles her hips when I’m already teetering on the edge.
“Inside me. I want you with me all night.”
Saylor turns to the side to meet my gaze. Her body was made for me, and those ocean eyes tell me her heart was too.
My grip tightens on her hipbones at the same time she readjusts her palms on the door. I thrust into her a few more times, and I spill inside her with a groan that echoes in the small space.
“Keep going, I’m…” she says, breathy. “Almost there.”
Wincing against the desire to stop, I slam into her once and then again, and I feel her orgasm hit, the muscles in her body tightening.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” she says, gasping the words.
