Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs
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He followed right behind her into the shower and pulled her back against his torso. She held her hair up with one hand and turned to expose her neck to his lips, and he kissed her from the nape of her neck to her ear. “Love you, Lizzie,” he whispered in her ear.
His fingers smoothed over her slick breasts with warm soapy water sluicing down. She moaned as he bent his knees and pulled her butt in to rest on his thighs, reaching around between her legs to feel her little bud vibrate to the ministrations of his thumb and forefinger. He found her opening, and she angled her pelvis back and forth, riding his hand.
“God, I missed you. Did you receive all the lustful dreams and dangerous shower scenes I was sending you from California just about every day?”
She giggled, removing his hand and turning, placing it to her left breast. “So that’s what it was. Here I thought I was having all those erotic dreams of you, and it was you all along coming to me. You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you? God, you’ll never leave me alone, will you?”
His fingers found her again, and she arched back as he inserted two.
“Never. I’m going to love you all day and fuck you all night.”
“Hmmm. I love the way that sounds, sailor.”
The cold tile on his flesh was delicious, but not nearly as delicious as her smooth, soapy, warm flesh under his fingers. They took turns washing each other, kissing each other, rubbing against each other for as much flesh-on-flesh contact as they could manage.
Then the water turned ice cold quickly.
“Okay,” she whispered. “So much for foreplay. I’m ready for the main course. How about you, Jameson?”
“Most definitely. I’m starved.”
She turned off the water while he found a towel and blotted her fine body dry, kissing her here and there, wherever he thought she needed a kiss. At last, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, locking the door behind him.
He placed her delicately on the bed and studied her body’s rise and fall to the beauty of her own rhythm.
He held her arms to the sides, threaded his fingers there, and allowed his body to find hers. Her knees were bent, her pelvis perfectly angled to accept his stiff cock in one long motion until he had completely filled her, pushing against her cervix.
“Marry me, Lizzie. Let’s do this. Let’s be a family. Let’s give Charlotte another brother or sister. Tonight. Be my wife,” he whispered as he slowly stroked her insides, her lithe body rising like the waves of the ocean, falling back into the soft bed. “I need you to be my wife more than I’ve needed anything else, Lizzie.”
“Of course, my love. It will be so.”
The End