Under the warm water cascading over her body, she watched his muscled torso and his strong and thickly muscled thighs move under the steamy spray. His forearm with the little three-legged tattoo flexed as he poured shower gel into the palm of his hand and smoothed it down over his torso, then lower to massage his thighs. He handed the plastic tube of gel to her.
She touched the tattoo. “What is this?”
“It’s the footprints of a tree frog. Everyone on the team has them.”
She bent and kissed each footprint, one by one. Then she reached up and covered his mouth with hers. “I thought you were a SEAL.” She fed from his mouth. His hands massaged her rear. His groan was delicious and made her spine tingle.
“We are. It’s just what we do,” he whispered in return.
“Well, sailor. What else do you do?”
“I do it all. Anything you like. For as long as you like.”
She leaned back. His eyes roved over her hands as she massaged the soapy bubbled mixture over her breasts. She squeezed them together, then flicked her nipples. He licked his lips as his full erection lurched. Her hands traveled up around her neck, over her shoulders and down each arm, one at a time. She applied another generous dollop to her palm and rubbed her thighs with the gel, and then let her fingers play in and over her sex.
He was completely still as he watched her sluice her body with warm rinse water. She poured shampoo in the palm of her right hand and worked the suds through her scalp. He was fixated on her breasts that rose, her elbows above her head. She closed her eyes and let the warm spray cover her crown, working all the shampoo out of her hair. Kyle’s hands were at her knees, gently prodding them to part. She looked down and saw he had kneeled, his mouth enveloped her sex, sucking and licking her slick petals. His hot tongue sliced a wedge between her lips and then found its way inside.
Her fingers curled in his hair as he ministered to her sex, lighting her whole body on fire. One of Kyle’s palms was gently grazing her right thigh. The other hand pushed her lower torso onto his tongue, which swirled around her nub. She jumped with the burst of sensation. She felt his teeth rub against the flesh of her sex, pushing against her pubic bone. He pulled back, spread her lips with his fingers, and looked at her there.
When their eyes met, she saw the deep hunger he had for her. She cupped her hands under his jaw and drew him up to kiss him, giving him her tongue, tasting the juices of her own body on his lips.
He broke free “God, Christy,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want this to ever end.”
She touched his cock, then wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. She rubbed the lips of her sex against his thigh as their passion bloomed. He kissed the side of her neck, from the hollow of her shoulder to a place just under her ear.
She could spend eternity with him in the shower, until their skin withered away and their bones creaked. But she was listening for three little words. And she wasn’t going to give up until she heard them.
“Tell me again.” She smiled and squeezed his left nipple.
“I don’t ever want this to end.”
“Nor do I. Tell me again.”
Kyle halted his massaging. With the warm water coursing down between both their bodies, he looked into her eyes. He pressed his hands over her cheeks, clutching her head, rubbing his thumbs over her lips. He pulled her to his mouth and kissed her tenderly. And then he looked at her again.
“I love you.”
And there it was.
Her eyes filled with tears.
He kissed one eye, and then the other. “I love you, Christy,” he whispered again. “I love you.”
“And I have loved you, Kyle Lansdowne, ever since you tied me up and lay on top of me. I belonged to you that first day and always will.”
Christy dried off first, then ran to the bed and fell back among the rose petals. The plush satin coverlet was delicious under her warm, steamy flesh. She propped her head up with a light green pillow, put another under her rear, and raised one knee.
Kyle was there with something in his right hand. His fingers wrapped around her ankle as he raised her leg into the air. He kneeled on the bed and placed the black stiletto on her foot. He traced from her ankle down the inside of her leg until the finger teased the outsides of her lips. She needed that finger plunged deep inside her, but he smiled and rimmed her opening and around her nub in a figure eight motion.
Christy was dripping wet. She could feel her internal muscles working in vain to try to draw his digit in. With his left hand and finger strategically left between her legs, he turned and kissed her ankle, holding her stiletto-clad foot around the ankle with a hand.
He kissed her twice on the backside of her knee, then once on the front. He guided her leg to bend over his shoulder. Christy was careful not to hurt him with the pointed tip, but then she forgot about it when he inserted his finger a mere half-inch. She was insane with desire for more.
Her pleading look to his face generated a smile and he inserted another finger into her wet opening. He kissed her thigh, then lower toward her sex, and just before his tongue touched her lips, his two fingers slid easily to the hilt. She arched, presenting herself to him. She needed to be tasted. Needed him inside her.
Christy writhed on the bed as he played with her, as he slid the surface of his tongue up and down her opening, around her folds, and tasted her. Every time she opened her eyes he was looking at her, needing to see her passion.
“I need you inside me, please.”
“Yes. Soon, Christy. I need to make sure you are ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
“Yes, soon. Before exertion you must loosen and warm your body up.”
“I’m loose. I’m warm. Trust me, Kyle, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” He plunged his tongue deeper.
“God, yes!” She grabbed pillows and squeezed them to her chest.
“No, no. You don’t get to cover up. I must see those. I may need to taste them, too.” He pulled the pillows away and shoved them under her rear. Her pelvis was now lifted off the bed. She clutched the satin coverlet at her sides, drunk with need.
“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 body, 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 a 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, like 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 had been 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 to 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, like they’d been doing this for years. Like it was a routine, the talking and then the love making, 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.
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