Page 43 of Married to the SEAL
“I like it when you watch me.”
His gaze dropped slowly down her neck to the open bodice of her shirt and lower, taking in her full breasts and remembering every curve and shadow. “Let me watch you now.”
This was dangerous territory. He was so aroused he worried his willpower wouldn’t be strong enough. He held out his hand and led the way to the shower, helping her step over the side.
“Take off your shirt,” he commanded.
She did as he asked. Her breasts were larger than their normal fullness and he longed to test their weight in his hands. His cock was hard and aching to be touched. “I want to watch you,” he said.
She squeezed the areola but she could have been squeezing his cock, so excited was he by the sight of her. Over and over again she repeated the motion, pulling her nipple to a point, but no milk came out.
She sighed heavily. “It’s not working.”
His hand lifted of its own accord and he touched her breast reverently. He was powerless to control his need for this woman, unable to resist temptation. “Can I try?”
“Yes.”
His hand moved around the globe of her breast, surprised by how hard it was, and heard her sharp intake of breath. He made his way to her nipple, his fingertips grazing the bumps and wrinkles on her areola, and began copying the motion he’d seen in the video, which was very similar to what she’d been doing already.
Almost immediately, a drop of milk appeared. He groaned.
“That’s it, don’t stop,” she said.
His hand kept massaging her. More drops, then a dribble coming out. He swore.
She was moaning like a woman in bed. He’d never heard her make these sounds before, sounds that stirred his own arousal. His hand was wet with her milk, sliding over her skin and squeezing with rhythmic pulses.
His eye caught on a bead of moisture on her other nipple. He bent his head to lick it, stopping himself at the last moment.
“Please…” she keened.
He hesitated. Was he already too far gone?
“I want you to. Please.”
He made a noise he didn’t recognize as he bent over her and took her in his mouth, lapping at her nipple with his tongue. Her milk was warm and sweet like juice. It was so wrong and so right, and his ambivalence heightened his desire.
“Take more of it in your mouth,” she said breathlessly.
He opened wider and she cried out. “That’s it.”
It was the sweetest nectar.So. Fucking. Good.
He knew when they got to this room tonight that he was powerless to control his reaction to this woman, and now he had unleashed the beast in himself that needed to possess her. There would be no substitutions for the real thing tonight.
He had to stop. He lifted his head, a smacking sound coming from his lips as the suction was broken between them. “You try,” he said.
“I want you—”
“I’ll watch you.” He wouldn’t have pulled his stare from what she was doing if their hotel room had been on fire. He never would have imagined the intimacy involved in what she was doing, how it turned him on and let him into a little world he never knew existed.
His hand pushed her knee away from its mate, and he settled himself between her legs. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss and his hips ground against hers, his erection rubbing against her mound. He braced himself above her and hovered on the brink of no return as she moaned with every shove of his hips as if he were already inside her.
His motions were more deliberate now, designed to please her body, and he listened to her breathing alternate between pants and holding her breath. He was going to make her come just like this, with his hands and the pressure of his body on hers.
She was coming apart beneath him, lifting her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts as she pushed her head back against the pillow and called out. He could feel himself climbing, too, and he thrust harder and faster against her softness.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and the sound she was making changed.
