SEAL Firsts

by Sharon Hamilton

  “And something else,” he whispered as he kissed her belly button. He climbed up over to the head of the bed. Under one of the satin pillows was a one-inch wide red satin ribbon. He held it up in front of her face, waving it back and forth.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  He smirked, grabbed hold of both her hands with one of his, and lay them gently up over her head. He wound the red ribbon around her wrists in a loose figure eight. Christy felt like she was going to explode inside.

  “Please. Please,” she begged.

  “Yes. You like this?”

  “Yes. I belong to you. All yours. Please, Kyle. Make love to me.”

  “Yes, you are mine. You always will be mine.”

  “Please. Fill me. I need you.”

  “Yes.”

  “I love you, Kyle. Please love me. Please never leave me again.”

  Kyle climbed over her body, holding his muscled torso with one hand over her, barely touching her flesh. With his other hand he placed her other knee over his shoulder. With her pelvis angled to meet him, he placed the head of his penis at her opening and smiled as she gasped.

  “I have no protection.”

  “You are my protection.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Completely. You are my protection, Kyle. You are all I need, all I ever will need.”

  “And you are mine.” With that, he thrust deep inside her.

  He rocked gently at first, with back and forth motions that sent jolts of pleasure all over her body, radiating from between her legs. She saw his tanned, handsome face, the square jaw and full lips now forming a smile. Her fingers struggled and he gripped her wrists and the ribbon firmly as he plunged in deeper holding her in place, restraining her body, possessing her in every way possible.

  “Love you,” she whispered.

  “Love you,” he repeated.

  He changed angles, rolling her to the side, repositioning her leg as he fucked her harder. She felt a long orgasm growing and wanted to match his, but couldn’t wait. All of the sudden, spasms rocked her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back. He used the new angle to plunge in deeper, which was exactly what she wanted, needed. She moaned as he filled her, as he rubbed his thighs against hers, as he pressed a thumb into her nub and watched her lurch.

  Everything he did heightened her pleasure. Her orgasm was beginning to fade as he continued to pump her, then he’d stop, change a leg, or an angle and show her a spot he’d missed that sent her over the edge again.

  He flipped her over on her belly with one arm as she presented herself to him, her hands out front, bound in the red ribbon.

  She begged, “Please.”

  He first kissed the quivering lips, red-hot and still filled with need. Balancing himself on one knee and arm, he placed himself at her opening. She backed toward him.

  He backed away. She turned to look at his eyes. She raised her rear up, over his erect penis, rubbed herself over his head, and laved herself against the delicious feel of his shaft.

  And then she pushed herself onto him, moving up and down, back and forth, showing him how much she loved him there. She watched his face as he looked at the place where they joined. She wished she could see where they mated. She wished she could see him thrusting in and out of her.

  He stuffed two pillows under her belly, then put two powerful hands on her shoulders and pulled her back onto his length. His movements became frenzied and again her insides began to explode. She moaned as the wave of contractions clamped down on him, milking him, driving him deeper. Just as she was losing the last ounce of control she felt the bonds of her ribbons loosen. All at once he shuddered, and then he moaned as his own spasms matched hers.

  She wanted every drop of him.

  She would take him all.

  Forever. She would never give up loving him.

  No matter what.

  Chapter 43

  Kyle felt like he was floating on a cloud. He wasn’t used to it. He’d given himself permission to go over the edge with Christy, to let his guard down. And he knew she would gladly give him anything he asked.

  He snuggled against her soft backside as she slept. He’d wrapped them both in the satin spread. Rose petals had gotten caught in her hair when he’d eased the silky surface over her body.

  She had tied the satin ribbon around her neck in a bow.

  She was smiling in her sleep. Oblivious to the world. Lost in a dream state of her own making. He hoped she was dreaming about him. He was sure daydreaming about her. In fact, he’d gotten hard again mere minutes after he heard her fall off into a deep sleep. He decided if she moved a muscle in his direction, he’d have his lovely way with her again. Her fingers would find him. Her legs would rub against his thighs and send him soaring.

  He’d untie the ribbon and watch her come.

  He’d never told a woman he loved her. But he’d told Christy several times this evening. And he couldn’t wait to do it again. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her into his chest again.

  Please wake so I can have you again.

  Two hours later, twilight had turned to darkness. Kyle was starved. Christy was now resting on his chest. After the second lovemaking, he had finally fallen asleep. And now he was enveloped in the scent of the lavender gel shampoo that lingered in her still-damp hair. The pillows were all over the room. He looked down her body, draped over his. She’d tucked his thigh between both of hers, as if she was making sure he wasn’t going to leave.

  No, he would never leave her. If she asked him, he would leave the SEALs. He never thought he’d say that. It would be a difficult choice. But his place was at her side now. Perhaps his days of running into and through trouble were over. Maybe he could join the ranks of the good cops like Mayfield. There was honor in that. Leave the Teams for the younger ones coming up from BUD/S. Give them a chance to show what they’re made of.

  It was strange to even think about leaving the Navy, though. He’d never thought anything but the Navy was his family. But now there was Christy. And she was his life. She had to be a part of his life, for however long that was. And women didn’t like to be second best to anything. Not the military, not to duty, not to honor. They had to come first. And then there might be kids. Kids need a dad. Not some father who was vacant like his dad had been. He wouldn’t do that to a kid.

  Especially not his kid.

  There she was again. Arching her body against him, squeezing his thigh high up against her wet sex. The little things she did to show him she was interested were such an unexpected thrill. He looked forward to learning all about the ways it would take to turn her on, keep her satisfied, and keep her wanting more. And the more he gave, the more he wanted to give.

  And the more he had something to lose.

  There were those fingers again, strumming the flesh around his left nipple. If he opened his eyes, she’d be kissing him in seconds. He’d be spilling his seed inside her in no time. It was just about the only thing he could think about.

  “I know you’re awake, Kyle,” she whispered.

  He let his lips tell her she was right as he allowed a smile to form. Sure enough, she was up and over him. She’d migrated her knee to over his lower abdomen, grazing his shaft that was standing at full attention. He loved the chance encounter with her soft flesh, no matter how brief.

  He watched her wrap the satin ribbon around his left wrist. She was on her way to obtaining his other one.

  “So you don’t want me to use my hands, then?” he said as he watched his words register. While she considered her options.

  She halted, and then removed the ribbon and tossed it off the bed.

  She lowered herself on his legs and licked the length of his shaft. She sucked hard, and then licked the long length of him. Was this round three or four?

  Did it matter?

  He lay there and enjoyed her wanting to pleasure him. After only a few minutes, he was hard as a rock and about to come in her mouth
as she moved up and down his length. He loved watching her mouth work him over. She flashed her big brown eyes up at him.

  Ah, delicious. She was a wonder, all right. Long curls falling all over his thighs, those honest eyes that begged him to fuck her. Well, he’d deliver on that request as many times as she asked it of him. Happy to oblige, in fact.

  She mounted him, slowly settling down on his cock, and was arching backward, holding her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her eyes flashed open when he raised his pelvis up, placing a couple of pillows under his butt. It gave her a higher mount so she could ride him. And ride him she did.

  He pushed himself deep inside her and she quivered, moaned. She held her hair up with her hands, letting it fall partially over her eyes as she looked at him. She turned in profile. He followed the line of her perfect torso and filled his hands with soft pillows of flesh. She licked her lips slowly and he lost it. Next thing he knew he was shooting inside her like a seventeen-year-old.

  The woman was going to wear him out.

  And he was going to love every minute of it.

  Christy lay next to Kyle. Both stared at the ceiling. She was enjoying the sounds of his heavy breathing. He laced his fingers through hers and kissed her hand.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  Christy hadn’t thought about it until just then, but she was. “Famished. Let’s go walk some place close by.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” He turned his head. She felt his stare on the side of her face. He raised himself up on one arm, outlining her nipples with a forefinger. He kissed her first on one side, and then the other. She couldn’t escape those blue eyes softly bearing down on hers. “Christy, I’m thinking about leaving the Navy when my time is up this fall.”

  “Why?” His statement surprised her.

  “Maybe it’s time I grow up. I’ve been blowing things up, snatching and grabbing bad guys. Playing with really cool gear for ten years now. Can’t do that forever.” He was watching her reaction.

  “But it’s who you are, Kyle. Don’t you love what you do?”

  “Absolutely.” He lay back on the bed and sighed. They lay in silence, Kyle’s warm thigh against hers, as if they’d been doing this for years. As if it were a routine, the talking and then the lovemaking, and then the talking and then…it felt like life as it was supposed to be.

  “Don’t do it for me,” she said finally. “I don’t want to be the one responsible for taking you away from something that means so much. I love you for who you are. And who you are, right now at least, is a SEAL. You were born to be one. I want you to do what you love. And I’ll be here when you come home.”

  She turned her head and saw he’d been watching her. Something deep in his eyes held her. It was devotion. She’d never seen anyone look at her that way before.

  “If it wasn’t for me, what would you do?” she asked.

  “I’d stay in.”

  “Then that’s what you should—no, that’s what I want you to do.”

  They walked through the shops at Ferry Plaza, tasting wine, olive oil, and homemade chocolates along the way. Her feet were cold in the flip-flops he’d bought her in the lobby shop. Christy wanted to go to the oyster bar overlooking the Marin Ferry. They stayed inside and watched the twinkle of lights from the Bay Bridge reflected in the choppy waters of the Bay. She ordered a plate with three local varieties of oysters. They came smothered in garlic and simmering in butter.

  Fog was beginning to roll in on the bay, covering the tips of the bridge arching high overhead, but the pier was still clear, and would be for another hour.

  “Oysters are supposed to help your stamina,” Christy said.

  “You find something wrong with my stamina?” Kyle asked. He had butter and a piece of garlic stuck to his upper lip. She kissed it off.

  “No. Not at all.” She laughed. “I think perhaps I need it.”

  He curled his forefinger, motioning her to lean closer to him. “You are perfect just the way you are.” He kissed her.

  Christy glowed inside. The man could charm the pants off a…an oyster.

  “So you like oysters?” she continued.

  “I like eating anything around you. Everything tastes great.”

  With his fingers, he placed a stray lock of hair behind her left ear, and then held up her chin for another long kiss. His palm slid down her arm, over the fabric of her oversized San Francisco souvenir sweatshirt that matched his.

  “And everything is good around you,” he said in a raspy, dead-sexy bedroom voice.

  She turned her stool and let his knee hit her pubic bone. She locked him there. “You know what I’m thinking?” she asked.

  “I’m afraid to ask.”

  “Well, you’ve had your fortification. So, how many more times can we do it before midnight?”

  “I should be good for one or two…but first I wanna have a little talk with you.”

  His face got serious. Christy held her breath. Every time there was a “serious” talk before, it had been bad news. Now what? Had their earlier discussion set off a chain of events that was now going to hurt?

  Kyle fished something out of his San Francisco sweatshirt pocket.

  He got down on one knee, and in front of the whole group of oyster-loving, beer drinking customers, held her left hand and said, “Christy Nelson. Would you marry me?”

  Did he just ask me to marry him? She hadn’t allowed herself to long for a proposal of marriage. She’d been planning on enjoying what was to come as long as he was there by her side.

  “Absolutely,” she answered. She couldn’t believe it.

  He put the ring on her finger.

  The crowd took note of the proposal and burst into spontaneous clapping.

  She looked at the costume jewelry ring he must have purchased at the hotel. It was the most beautiful stone she had ever seen, and it mattered not one whit that it wasn’t real.

  Her man was.

  Please enjoy these other books in the SEAL Brotherhood Series, listed in order:

  Fallen SEAL Legacy

  SEAL Under Covers

  SEAL The Deal

  Cruisin’ For A SEAL

  SEAL My Destiny

  SEAL Of My Heart

  Fredo’s Dream

  SEAL My Love

  All these books available in Audible format as well.

  SEAL’s Promise

  Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3

  Book 1

  Sharon Hamilton

  Chapter 1

  T.J. Talbot liked weddings because he could always enjoy generous helpings of his two favorite things: alcohol and young lovelies.

  Whenever a buddy got sweet on a girl and was contemplating ‘walking the plank’, as he liked to call it, T.J. was only too happy to help him celebrate. He never did mind the cost of the tux rental, the dinners and bachelor parties he had to spring for. It was all a means to an end. And his end was usually hooking up with someone and getting it on.

  That was why he usually went to weddings stag. He’d sometimes promise to meet this or that lovely there, but usually he would go alone and play the field. Playing the field was much better for everyone involved.

  He didn’t think of himself as a one-woman guy. He doubted anyone would be able to satisfy his appetites, especially his appetites in the bedroom. Experimentation was the norm for him. He didn’t want anyone crying to him after the fact, so he was careful. Yes, it did occasionally mean he went home alone. Far better to do that than to go home with a woman you had to console or peel off your skin the next day.

  Tonight he had his eye on one of the bride’s best friends, Cindy. She had a funny little laugh, and he liked the way her tits jiggled whenever she did it. Her big blue eyes struck him right away as being interested in whatever he could dish out.

  He always liked it when he could surprise a girl, help her learn new things about her sexual nature, and Cindy seemed like the perfect type, all spunky and full of sexual tension. He was going to pace himse
lf, make sure he stayed in her line of sight a lot, and hope she’d chase him. He didn’t like it that way … unless he orchestrated it. Hell, he’d almost forgotten to line up with the other groomsmen he was thinking so hard about where he could take her for a bit of minor relief until he could have an all-nighter with her.

  Four other SEALs were in the wedding party, and he had to admit they’d make a wedding portrait which would look good on the cover of any bridal magazine, except for their dark glasses. Only Frankie, the groom, posed without shades. Shannon had wanted them all without the shades, but T.J. smiled at her and put his back on in open defiance, and the others followed his lead.

  She’d flounced off in a huff, a flurry of white cream puff material, and her perfume that made him sneeze. He knew about that hellcat streak she had. He angled his head to the side and intently studied her as she marched off to whatever mythical place brides hide when they go crazy. Even he had to admit that.

  Frankie was white as a sheet as they gathered. “I wanna pray first,” he’d said to his best buddies. Tyler was there, of course, and Kyle. Ollie and Rory were as well. But T.J. was Frankie’s best friend, and that meant he had to be best man.

  “Fuckin’ going to need a lot more than fuckin’ prayin’. Gonna need a miracle, Frankie. Shannon’s had the evil eye on me all morning…yesterday, too, and that means I don’t think you’re getting any tonight, not that you haven’t—”

  “Fuck’s sake, T.J. It’s my fuckin’ wedding and has nothing to do with how my bride looks at you. Get that fuckin’ thought out of your head.”

  “I was just sayin’—”

  “Not what you’re sayin’ I have a problem with. It’s what you’re thinking.” Frankie was so nervous he was seeing conspiracies behind every plant, guest and bouquet.

  “Just be glad we didn’t send you to Alaska,” Tyler said, making it worse. Last year, one of the young recruits was honored with time off from BUD/S to get married—a request which was almost never granted. The boys thought it necessary to save him from his quickie wedding in Las Vegas, and so they got him stinking drunk and put him on a plane to Alaska so he missed his own wedding. They incurred extra wet and sandy for that one, and the toilets were cleaned so many times you could eat out of them.