Sights on the SEAL: A Secret Baby Romance

by Alexis Abbott

  “Adrian, it’s been so long,” I murmur, turning to press a gentle kiss into the palm of his hand.

  His lips fall open and he takes a half-step closer, the gap between us smaller than before. It’s easier to bridge with a swift, world-changing movement.

  And without even another word, I rush into his arms and he lifts me up, my naked legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes into the room and peels the silky robe from around my shoulders to let it fall to the carpet. Our lips collide with a hard, heady passion as he rakes his fingers back through my still-damp hair, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He tastes so familiar, like commissary-grade peppermint toothpaste. Like gunpowder and desperation.

  He leans me back onto the bed, standing up straight for a brief moment to unbutton his shirt and cast it aside before bending over and kissing me deeply. His rough, huge hands rove down my neck, my shoulders, caressing my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my erect nipples so that I let out a long, startled moan. Nobody has touched me this way… not since Adrian did, himself, two years ago.

  He peels me open like a budding flower too early to fully bloom, unfolding my tightly-curled petals with insistent, yet gentle fingertips. Adrian sucks a trail of bruising, purple kisses down my neck and collarbone while his fingers slide between my thighs and stroke along my wet slit. I am so slick and ready for him, my body responding to his every touch with eager obedience, like I have been waiting for exactly this moment to set me free again.

  “Oh, Bex,” he groans, rutting against my bare thigh. It’s a nickname nobody has called me in two years. He’s the only one who calls me Bex. I tremble involuntarily at the triggered memory of the first time he mumbled the nickname this way, all breathless and needful under the desert moon.

  I reach down to fondle the bulge at the front of his khaki pants, his enormous length stiff against my palm. “Please,” I beg softly, “Adrian, I need you.”

  “I have dreamed of this moment,” he replies in an undertone, unzipping his pants so that his massive cock springs free, bouncing in the open air. I spread my legs wide open for him, all former traces of guile or coyness gone instantaneously. There doesn’t need to be any foreplay, any precession to our lovemaking. We don’t need to lubricate the wheels of this machine to make it go. We simply fit together perfectly, like we are molded from the same lump of clay, two bodies folding into each other with graceful, unabashed desire.

  I reach up to pull him down and kiss him with lightly biting teeth. He groans his appreciation and positions the head of his shaft at my slick opening, rubbing teasing circles around my aching cunt so that I whimper and dig my fingernails into his strong shoulders. I beg him with every breath and heave of my chest, I plead for him to spear me, to fill me up like he did before.

  I have never needed anything so badly. So desperately.

  “Please,” I whisper, our eyes locking in that instant.

  And without letting another moment pass, Adrian pushes his entire length into my pussy, spreading me open and splitting me in two with one smooth movement. I cry out and reach for him frantically, needing something to hold onto. He leans down to cradle me close to his chest, peppering my forehead with soft, reassuring kisses as he begins to thrust into me, striking that tight bud of delirious sensation inside me over and over again until I am spasming in his arms, my thighs shaking with every move.

  “You feel so fucking good, Bex,” Adrian murmurs, stroking my cheek, my hair. “I’ve been waiting for this, to hold you in my arms again, for so damn long.”

  “Am I dreaming?” I breathe, the words only barely audible.

  He kisses me hard as he begins to lose control, fucking me more deeply with each thrust. It’s nearly painful in its forcefulness, but I could not ask for less. This is exactly what I need. It’s what I have craved for two long, lonely years. And by the sound of his pleasured groans, it seems that Adrian needs this just as badly as I do.

  “You’re not dreaming, babe,” he assures me, fondling my breasts as he slams his enormous rod into my slippery cunt again and again until I’m crying out with the overwhelming crescendo of ecstasy, my body writhing under his expert machinations. He has me utterly under his command, and I could not deny him a single thing. He owns every inch of my body, every thread of my desire belongs to him, and him only. It always has, ever since we first looked across the crowded bazaar to find each other.

  Finally, with a few final thrusts, Adrian bellows my name, “Oh god, Rebecca!” He shoots a hot spurt of his glorious seed deep within me, his cock twitching inside my pussy. He collapses beside me, covering my face in desperate kisses, stroking my cheeks. Adrian pulls me close to him while his honey slowly leaks out of me onto the expensive hotel bed sheets.

  I am still tingling from the surreality of our reunion as his mouth finds my shoulder, kissing it tenderly. I am fully overwhelmed and overextended, and I know I need to sleep. But as the orgasm ebbs, there is a nagging, insistent thought digging in the back of my mind.

  Things have changed. Irreparable, inevitable, irretrievable things.

  I am not the same girl I was when we first met, even though my body responds to his in the same frenzied, needful way. He has changed, too; I can see it in his sad, beautiful eyes.

  But I… well, I am a totally different woman now. My life is totally different now. Because I am a mother to a one-year-old daughter. And Adrian has no idea.

  Adrian

  There’s so much that lights my fire about the girl in front of me. Even the way she looks as she thinks over the bombshell visit I dropped makes my heart pound, my shaft swelling every time I think about her.

  My military service turned my body into a killing machine. Every reflex, every one of the muscles rippling down my body, my swollen arms, my very mind, all of it has been trained to react fast and strike hard. I’m a killer. I’ve done it all to protect what I love, but it’s made me a deadly weapon.

  Becca has been the one thing keeping my feet on the ground these past two years.

  “I know this is unexpected,” I say as I look down at her, gently taking her small hands in my large, tough ones. It feels so strange to be gentle with someone after all this time. “And I know it looks like I want to move fast, but there’s something about you, Becca,” I say, looking into those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers and smiling.

  It feels so fucking good to get this off my chest. I’ve heard of weaker men being anxious about sharing their feelings, wanting to keep everything pent-up until it dies. Not me. Life is too short and brutal for that. I need to tell this incredible woman everything she needs to hear about how I feel. Especially after our whirlwind lovemaking tonight, hours ago. It’s midnight now and we are standing together in her upscale hotel room.

  “I can’t really explain it, but I feel a connection to you that goes deeper than the short time we had together.”

  She tilts her head to the side, even as her cheeks blush, and I give her hands a reassuring squeeze as I step forward. She doesn’t step back, but tilts her neck up a little, an instinct that lets her expose herself to me almost unconsciously.

  “I think I know what you mean,” she says, her voice low and her eyes lidded as she looks up at me. It’s unbelievable how validating it is for her to open herself up, but there’s more to it than that.

  “Not totally,” I say. “Out in the field, doing everything I’ve been doing, the kind of violence I hope you’re never exposed to… You get more in tune with feelings there are no words for, and there’s something like that drawing me to you, Becca. I’ve had to do things no human should have to go through, all to protect our two countries. And all that gets blurry when you’re putting your life on the line every day. Spending time away from what you’re fighting for can make it all seem useless. But you? You’ve been in my mind the whole time, reminding me of it all.”

  Her eyes are shining, and her breath is getting quicker as I step closer, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into me. I loom over her. She could
bury her face in my chest standing on her tiptoes.

  “I know it’s a lot to take in, Becca,” I say, my voice barely above a husky whisper as I let my hand run down her curves, my hands getting greedy as they grope her and take in a body that’s even better than I remember it being. “But fuck it, if there’s one thing I learned out on the killing fields, it’s that life is too short to wait, and I’m done waiting. Every night, the thought of you kept me going, baby.”

  “Well?” she says, a smile playing across her round face as I press her into me. “How does the memory hold up in person?”

  Words are weak. That much I’ve learned. Instead, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and I pull her into a deep, fierce kiss that warms her whole body.

  The sound she makes, that disarmed gasp as my tongue delves into her lips and plays with her tongue, makes my heart pound harder, thumping against my chest as her blood runs hot in her cheeks.

  “You drive me crazy every night,” I growl into her ear, my scruff brushing against her cheek as I bring my lips to her ear, my hands gripping a bunch of that rich mahogany hair of hers. “We were only together once, and that was enough to keep me going for two years. I’m not going to lose you again, Becca. You’re mine.”

  She gasps at that, a soft whimper full of desire that’s been pent up for so, so long, and I feel a primal instinct within me to relieve it.

  I have to restrain myself from ripping her shirt right off, and her bra falls away effortlessly, leaving her bare breasts exposed. I give myself just enough time to relish the sight of them, my eyes devouring her like a lion looks at its prey.

  She practically melts in my grasp. I hold her up as if she weighs nothing, because to my hardened muscles, she really doesn’t. Blood courses through my body and to my cock swiftly, and I’m ecstatic to see what this killer’s body can do with the most intimate sides of life.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you know every second of desire I went through for you, Becca,” I say before pushing her down onto the bed and climbing onto it after her, looming over her small frame as she looks up at me with hunger in her eyes. It’s the sweetest sight I could possibly imagine. This is the woman I fought for—fought both my enemies and myself.

  I cup her breasts with my hands, squeezing and groping them, feeling every inch of sensitive flesh under me and feeling my cock grow in response. It’s like the image of her has been imprinted on my mind like a lamb’s silhouette is imprinted on a wolf’s instincts. I feel something both baser and more distinct than lust for her as I bring my mouth down to her luscious tits.

  My teeth graze her swollen, stiff nipples as I savor the taste of her dark areolas, and her gasps are like music to my ears as I torment them. My teeth graze and bite at one while my hand tends to the other, alternating between rubbing and flicking her nipple.

  “I’ve wanted you so long, Adrian,” she breathes, and I feel my cock stiffen and threaten to burst from my pants in sheer need. “I’ve gone so many nights wishing you were right here.”

  “I wanna give you your wish, baby,” I growl, and without another word, I pull her pants down, along with her panties, bringing them down to her ankles and off her legs, tossing them aside.

  My hands work her thighs first, strong fingers massaging her shapely legs as my eyes rove up and down them. She’s so delicate. I forget how fragile civilians can seem compared to me, but Becca is like a porcelain doll in my grasp, and I feel like I could break her if I’m not careful.

  In fact, I know I could.

  But somehow, as I relish the sight of her naked body and the feel of her smooth legs, she looks up at me and senses what I’m thinking. Then she smiles, a simple, hungry smile that tells me she doesn’t care. She’s bold.

  Bolder than some of the men I’ve killed.

  I part her thighs and bring my face to her cunt, taking in the scent of her arousal and letting a deep, lustful groan from my chest that sends shivers up her body.

  “My brothers in arms talked about missing the taste of food back home,” I say, letting my hot breath wash over her pussy, “but me? This was the only thing I wanted on my tongue.”

  Before she can respond, I let out my tongue and draw it across her slit. She’s so wet, so needy for me, and my massive, muscular body is ripe with lust to pour out and lavish all over her.

  I send my tongue in deeper this time, really savoring the taste of her honey, and she cries out in a sudden ripple of feeling, her whole body awakening at my intimate touch. My tongue lashes out again and again, memorizing the feel and shape of her cunt. I moan blissfully into it, slipping a hand under the small of her back to hoist her up just a bit, making her an easier meal for me.

  Her cunt is the ration I really wish I had while out there in the harsh Hindu Kush Mountains, hunting down and killing men I was ordered to. In comparison to the fantasies I had of taking her all over the world and lavishing her with trips she’d only dreamed of, this seems like a poor substitute, but it’ll have to do for now.

  Besides, I can’t go another second without tasting her over and over again.

  She tries desperately to push her hips up into my face, and I chuckle at her efforts. They feel so small and weak in my powerful grasp, but I help her along, my strong jaw holding her legs apart as much as they need to be.

  My tongue emerges from her pussy to lavish the outer lips with attention, tasting every part of her. I could go in for the kill and drive her right to an orgasm, but I want to draw it out more.

  I can practically feel the electricity in her body as she squirms around while the tip of my tongue traces back and forth across her lower lips, teasing her deliciously. She tries to resist it, pushing up needily into me, but I draw back, a smile tugging on my lips as I eat her out.

  “Don’t keep me waiting, Adrian,” she begs me, and my hardened heart warms at her request, but I’m not going to give in that easily.

  My tongue wanders slowly, deliberately up to the hood of her clit, where it swirls around the outside while I reach to her tits and start toying with them again.

  “Oh god,” she gasps, “Adrian, oh my god, please!”

  I let out a low, dark purr as my tongue dips ever so slowly towards her clit, but then draws out just before touching it, and she squeals in need, wrapping her legs around my neck as my thumbs rub her nipples. “Adrian…!”

  Finally, I let loose and dive into her lips. My tongue roves hungrily up her slit and right to her clit, which strikes with deadly precision, and immediately, she cries out as her abs tighten and relax, and I feel her honey flooding my mouth as I lap up her cunt again, then going to the same place, tormenting her swollen, needy, wet nub.

  Her clit is my victim. My tongue lashes out and strikes it over and over again, and she starts to buck her hips up, but I hold her down, depriving her of any control of my torture. My tongue is going to have the satisfaction it’s wanted for so long, and I’m going to keep her exposed and vulnerable to it.

  Again and again, my tongue tastes her sweet honey and brings it up to her clit to wash it over and over with her own come. I could be here for hours, and at the thought that I’ll be able to torture her whenever I want—from the time she wakes up in the morning to the time she goes to bed at night—I get more aggressive, taking more of her pussy into my mouth with every long lap.

  My tongue delves deep into her cunt, and my teeth graze her clit, and she screams out again as she comes, legs squeezing tight around my head.

  At long last, I raise my head, my impeccable body looming over her and looking at the damage I’ve done to this poor woman.

  Her chest is already rising and falling visibly as she breathes, trying to keep a hold of herself as I ruin her. I feel pride swelling in my chest at the sight of my handiwork. And I haven’t even taken my cock out yet.

  I start to reach down and undo my pants, but finding some untapped strength in her, Becca sits up, crawling into her knees and reaches for my belt. She looks up at me with doe eyes, licking her l
ips and gazing at me as though asking permission. I grant it with a stroke of her hair and a loving look, and her fingers expertly undo the front of my pants and reach in for my cock.

  My shaft is enormous, and every time she lets her fingers glide across it, her eyes drinking it all in, I feel another wave of desire crash through me. My cock picks up on it and stands stiffer than ever, its massive crown bulging and dark.

  She leans forward and opens her mouth, those beautiful lips parting to take the head of my cock into her mouth while a hand drifts to my balls. She sighs into me as she feels their weight, their virility, their power.

  The look on her face is one of pure bliss as she lets her tongue brush against the tip of my cock, and it sends heat up my shaft and through my torso, warming me to the bone. I let out a groan as she starts to have her fun, running her tongue around the edges of the crown, savoring the shape and sheer girth of what she’s been deprived of for so long.

  As she starts to work her mouth further down my shaft, I let my large fingers toy with locks of her hair, gently tugging at it as I roll my fingers through the sea of dark brown. “I don’t know how I went two years without you, baby.”

  She moans in response, her eyes turning up to me again full of desire, full of repressed lust she’s been keeping under the surface for so long. Lust I know I have, too.

  Her mouth works further and further up my shaft, to the point that I’m surprised she can fit so much of it into her mouth. To my delight, I see a hint of pride in her face as it touches the back of her throat. Then she lets her tongue roll down the bottom of my cock.

  I never realized how good she was at this. My whole body starts to unwind at the feeling of that powerful muscle pressing against my cock, caressing it ecstatically, hungrily.