Page 43 of SEAL Mates

“Give it to me!” She screamed as my tongue teased her entrance and her legs started to shake.

She let out a whimper as I parted her folds and the tip of my tongue was turned into a nerve bundle. I started slowly, but carefully licking her as her thighs started to shake and her pussy clenched once I hit her clit.

I’d never enjoyed going downtown on a woman the way I was with Paula, but she tasted so sweet and her cum on the tip of my tongue made it all worth it.

I took a break from using my tongue and replaced it with my fingers circling around the rim as I tried to catch my breath. I continued to tease her as her hips bucked and it was as if the urgency to make her come again started to take over.

My fingers full of cum moved to her breasts as I fondled her nipple and returned to her clit. This time I stroked it with my tongue and sucked so fucking hard.

“Fuck!” She screamed repeatedly as if she was trying to control herself.

“What are you doing to me?”

She moaned and her body jerked out of control.

We both knew the answer to her question, I was giving her multiple orgasms and as much as she was fighting it, I knew I was winning hands down.

I started to do things I’d never done before, just to learn her reaction and to see if she would like it. I licked, then flicked and sucked rhythmically and I knew it was driving her insane as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She cried out as if I’d brought her to an epic spiral of a climax. I’d ripped the pleasure of her as she flopped onto the couch as if she was boneless and trying to catch her breath.

I was tired too, I’d never worked my mouth so hard and so much. So, I let her be, as I flopped onto the floor and she ended up on the sofa with her legs still open as if she was put into a trance.

“Shit!”

I cried out with my cock so fucking hard and ready to explode but my mind and body couldn’t think about that right now. Not only did she need a few seconds to regain herself, but so did I.

Blake

It was a shit storm, the guys weren’t in the garage so I asked Paula to visit to see if she wanted some time away from the house. Sure, we asked her to move in, it didn’t mean we expected her to sit there like a prisoner all day.

Besides, I wasn’t the kinda guy that could sit and do an interview. I needed to be active, in an environment that I felt safe, and that was the garage.

“I just turned down the music. You didn’t hear me come in?” Paula beamed as I came up from the bonnet and realized that it was most likely one. The time she said she would be here.

I wiped my hands and decided to turn up my hearing. I shouldn’t turn it off, but sometimes I can't help myself.

“You heard me?”

I shook my head. “No. I read your lips.”

“So you can bathe in your own silence. Lucky you.” I wished I could agree with her but it wasn’t as sexy or interesting as she made it out to be.

“The Navy made out that I was an issue for my team and made them an easy target. They threw me out like a piece of trash, the moment I was diagnosed.”

It was crazy until now, I thought I was over it. A piece of my life that I’d thrown away but here I was talking about it as if it was only yesterday. I wiped my face, and headed to the sink to get rid of all the grease.

“I bought lunch. Nothing exotic. Just sandwiches. I thought maybe we could sit and talk.”

It was nice of her. I didn’t reply as I headed to the bathroom to wash off and make myself a little presentable. Even if at times I felt as if it was impossible.

When I came out, in my office there were fried chicken bites, sausages and a few sandwiches and a tablecloth over my table.

“You did all this in the short time, you were here?”

She smiled, “You were in the bathroom for a little while, I thought maybe you were hiding from me.”

She did scare me, there was no denying about that. She had a way that made me feel like some fucking caveman from the moment she walked in. Her vanilla scented shampoo, her flowery scent, her tight red jersey dress. What the fuck did she have them in every color? Her hair was tied up in a bun, for some crazy reason it made me feel as if she was submissive. I imagined her having a whip in her bag, and any moment she was going to take it out and tie me up, for being a bad boy.

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