by Lisa Eugene
“Who said anything about clothes? If I had my way you’d be naked all the time.”
He crawled over her and buried his head in the warm alcove of her neck, nibbling precise bites down to her shoulder, making her jerk away with laughter. His big body was perched over her, and she wanted to just slink her nakedness along his length. She squirmed when he filched another nip, the fluttery sensation making her chortle.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “Are you ticklish, Maggie?”
“I—I’m not sure…” She gasped as he plotted a slow path around her neck. These sensations were unbelievable. Like deep erotic tickles, sending her passion flaring like exploding fireworks in a dark sky.
“Well then, I’ll have to nibble every inch of you to find out.”
Her body quaked as his lips roamed over her, deliberately thorough in their explorations, relentless in their pursuit of the truth. She discovered that right under her breasts was particularly susceptible to inciting a giggle, while when he nipped behind her ear or at the soft skin inside her elbow she practically leapt off the bed with a quivering wail. Her body was strung tight, each nerve humming with every brush of his lips or scrape of his teeth. It was when his even white teeth skated across the sensitive skin high on the inside of her thigh that she fisted the sheets and hissed out a breath. Pleasure rippled right to her center and a wash of moisture flooded her sex. Instinctively her knees drew up and her legs parted.
“Mmmm…” He trailed a long finger across her pale fleece and down between her legs. “I think I found a few tickly places. What about here?” he wondered aloud, his voice revving low and husky.
“Gabe, please…”
He palmed her knees, pushing them up, exposing her to his hungry gaze.
“Oh, God, Gabe, please…”
With a guttural moan he bent his head and dragged his tongue slowly up her wet sex, the rough surface sliding through her folds.
“Oh, God! Gabe…” She tried to buck her hips, but he held the pressure on her knees, keeping her captive to his will. All she could do was rock her pelvis. Lust beat savage music in her body and her heart pounded an erotic drum. The music was overwhelming, dark and violent.
“Please…I can’t wait…” she gasped, leaning up to tug at the buttons on his shirt.
His nimble fingers guided her awkward ones, deftly releasing his buttons and pulling the shirt off his broad shoulders. Unable to resist, she let her hands glide over the smooth hills and valleys of his chest and tight abdomen, then drift down to the large bulge straining his jeans, marveling at how much it defied the barrier. She opened his pants and dragged them down his hips, mewling as his impressive cock sprang forth. His balls, lightly furred, were drawn close to his body.
Immediately she wound her fingers around the heavy thickness of his rod, her body clenching at the delicious feel of the warm distended flesh and the sensual potential of his tantalizing shape. Gabe grunted hard when she squeezed and pulled a stroke to the engorged head, expressing a tiny bead of fluid. His body jerked forward, pushing his arched length into her fist. A few more passes of her hand had his ripped muscles bulging, a stunning display of powerful musculature. He groaned and disengaged her reluctant fingers, taking a moment to divest the remainder of his clothes.
Maggie was panting when he turned back to her. She’d never felt such consuming need and it scared her that her desire for him bordered on physical pain. She shuddered when their gazes collided. She felt like the scriptures of her soul were bared to him. His ebony gaze absorbed every word, learned every passion, and memorized her dreams inscribed on the pages. She didn’t like being so transparent and blinked rapidly to break the spell. Her eyes were voracious as they traveled the map of his body. He was kneeling between her parted legs, his finger skimming up and down her trembling thighs.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie. So beautiful you take my breath away. You make me forget who I am.”
She grew winded, her heart laden with emotion. She watched as Gabe fisted his cock, leaned down and leisurely dragged the blunt tip through her folds. He focused the pressure on the tight knot of flesh that strained for the contact. She arched her back and cried out, her hips swinging towards him. She felt the broad head slide into her channel, a luscious stretching of flesh, and she inhaled sharply, vaguely wondering if she would have difficulty accommodating his size.
He patiently stroked in and out, their fluids easing his way and ensuring progress one gasp at a time. Maggie whipped her head back and forth, her loose hair flying wildly. Each stroke along her channel caused currents of pleasure to roll over her body like angry thunder, seizing her muscles and stealing her breath. When Gabe was fully seated he lowered his big body over her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Maggie sighed weakly, his fullness a heavy throb inside, threatening to shatter her equilibrium. Her body started to shake. She was profoundly overwhelmed and confounded because it wasn’t like this was her first time having sex. A rambling hysteria started to build momentum, energized by a collision of frenzied emotions, emotions that conflicted inside her. This man was her captor, yet he freed her soul; he’d caused her agony, yet also delivered peace; every touch was euphoric pleasure, and still every word promised pain and heartbreak…
“Relax, Maggie.” He cupped her head and stared into her eyes, his gorgeous smile a hypnotic balm.
Gabe kissed her long and hard, his mouth taking full possession, his tongue warring with hers. She tasted herself on him, and it hitched up her passion another impossible degree. She let her palms rove over his solid back, down the slope of his spine to the flanks of his tight butt. She felt a thin sheen of moisture on his skin and realized how much he fought to discipline his body. She nudged up her hips, taking him deeper, and a husky moan tore from his throat, rumbling into hers through their kiss.
He started to mate her slowly, a smooth glide that had them both puffing unsteadily.
“You’re gripping me so tight. You feel amazing,” he whispered.
She groaned and tilted her pelvis to him.
He gasped, accelerating his hips and pushing into his strokes.
Maggie rose to meet each thrust, her blood bubbling, effervescent with lust. It scalded her veins and leaked into her body. Her lips parted and she spurred him on, begging for more. Faster. Harder. Gabe seemed to lose it then, the tight leash on his control snapping abruptly. His cock kicked enthusiastically and he reared up on his hands. His arms were locked straight, the banded muscles punched out in sharp relief. His hips lifted and pounded into her, his shaft driving deep then dragging pleasure along her slick walls. Maggie jerked and moaned, her channel clutching as he stroked secret flesh that burst sensation inside her. She couldn’t stop her limbs from shaking or the rushing of blood in her ears.
“Oh my God!” she screamed when he drove in again, her body seizing with the force of a climax that unraveled every twist of muscle and sinew, exploded every cell, and knotted every string of chaotic thought in her brain. He powered deep through her orgasm, his slick body slapping against hers, threatening the integrity of the mattress. She felt his body tense. His muscles were exquisitely honed.
“Oh fuck, Maggie! You feel so damn good! Fuuuuck!” Gabe slammed into her, his lower body crushing her to the mattress. His hips lurched as spasms wracked his body and he hollered out his release. He threw his head back, his upper body straining and flexing, his contorted features a beautiful portrait of pleasure. Maggie felt the swell of his thick shaft, followed by a flood of pulsating warmth as he emptied inside her.
Eventually he collapsed on top of her, his uneven breath raking across her cheek. Maggie wrapped her arms around his slick body, basking in his warmth and musky scent. She crept her fingers up to his hair and stroked the thick waves. Feeling his lips play against the line of her chin, she turned to brush her lips against his. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and suckled it gently, hurling arrows of pleasure down her spine. She moaned and reflexively milked the surp
risingly solid length still lodged deep inside her and felt the answering leap of his flesh.
“That was unbelievable, Maggie,” he croaked, lifting his head to stare down at her. He shifted his torso, the action pushing his hips into her.
She gasped as he glided against her sensitive walls, the silky fluids a catalyst for ruffles of pleasure. A quiet breath stumbled from her lungs, and Gabe mistook her reaction for discomfort.
He disengaged himself, shifting to her side and she immediately suffered the loss. Her entire body sighed its discontent, and she crisscrossed her legs, squeezing her thighs to assuage the sudden void. She almost whimpered, alarmed by the desperate need she had for him again.
“I’m sorry. I forget how heavy I am…” He nuzzled his nose into her hair, and she wanted to scream for him to get back on top of her.
“It—it’s ok, really,” she said, suddenly abashed by the way desire thickened her voice and quaked her body.
Gabe’s head shot up and he looked into her dilated eyes. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his beautiful mouth. Her eyes zeroed in there, and she groaned, recalling how those lips had sent her to heaven.
“Why, Maggie. Could you possibly be ready for more?” A teasing glint sparked in his dark eyes.
“Gabe…” she warned.
“Perhaps I can be of assistance. But…” His palm trailed down to the warm wet heat between her legs and her hips surged off the mattress.
“Gabe…” she choked out a gasp.
“But…”
She frowned, impatient. “But, what?”
“Hmmm…no shower?” He frowned sternly, acting appalled. But his lips twitched with amusement.
“Gabe, please, no teasing…” Her hips started to rock against the finger that dipped into her, and she groaned at the feel of his stiff shaft against her hip.
“But Maggie, we’re so sweaty and…dirty.”
She wanted to kill him…maybe after. “Gabe!”
“Is it okay if we’re dirty, Maggie?”
A wicked smile played on his lips, and Maggie had the feeling he wasn’t speaking literally. Oh shit! Her nipples pebbled hard and her hips bucked.
“Well?”
Her brain was malfunctioning. “What?”
“You want it dirty?” He swirled his finger inside her.
All she could manage was a weak nod.
“Say it.”
“Oh God…Gabe.” She could barely get her tongue to work with what he was doing to her.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Gabe…”
“You don’t get it if you don’t say it.” He brushed his wet tongue up her neck, inciting a riot inside her.
“I…I want it di…dirty.” She felt the heat of a crimson flush, thinking she would orgasm from the intensity on his face.
A devilish twinkle sparked in his dusky eyes as he ground his thick shaft against her hips then crawled over her.
“It will be my pleasure.”
A feeble ray of sun inched its way across the white crumpled sheets to caress a lazy tangle of limbs. It illuminated the healthy flush of Maggie’s smooth complexion and cast a soft glow on the love bites marking her stomach. She raised her head and rested her chin on the back of her laced fingers, staring at Gabe’s gorgeous face in repose. She could feel the rise and fall of the powerful chest beneath her and loved the warm cushion of his big body.
The deep cleft in his chin was directly in her line of sight, and she squelched the urge to trace her finger over it. She didn’t wish to wake him as it wasn’t often she had the opportunity to openly study him. He was usually up way before her. A dark shadow of whiskers covered his square chin, and she shivered as she recalled its prickly feel against her skin. Last night had been amazing. She hadn’t gotten much sleep. Gabe had made love to her with an uncompromising passion and utilized his extensive sensual arsenal to heighten her pleasure.
He seemed to enjoy textures and tastes and stimulating every one of the senses. They both had confessed things that made her blush deeply, but sent erotic lust twisting a powerful arousal through her. She was astonished by his oral and tactile talents. He pushed her over the edge again and again until she feared she’d become addicted to the incredible pleasure. He felt amazing inside her and seemed to find secret areas of pleasure. She wondered if it was the enticing shape of his manhood that provoked such a fervent response from her body. He definitely liked it dirty, and she shamefully admitted that it tantalized her too. But then at other times he’d been so gentle and sweet that she’d wanted to weep and hover in the solace of his arms forever.
Just when she thought she could relinquish no more, he’d demanded and coaxed the potential of her will and body, spiraling her to new heights of ecstasy. Her sex still throbbed with memories of him inside her, and the sometimes raw and untamed way he’d taken her.
Oh God…His mouth and fingers had been everywhere! Maggie chewed her lip thoughtfully.
They probably now shared the same indigenous flora. Staphlococcus epidermis and Corynebacteria were thankfully harmless and found mostly on the skin and in the mouth. She struggled to remember which bacteria was prevalent in other places. Shaking her head, she gave it a mental slap. Who would be thinking of such a thing? Maybe I am crazy! She’d probably confirmed that fact for him last night when she’d quizzed him in redundant detail about his sexual health. She smiled, remembering the exam he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze trailing up his strong straight nose and across the angular cut of his cheeks. She’d never had a man be so into her sexually or one so eager to give her pleasure. Nor had she ever been with anyone who could ignite her passion so easily. She’d never thought of herself as particularly sexy or sensual, but with Gabe she felt like a siren. Marc had always made her feel unworthy of him. He’d sometimes reject her advances and inanely blame his disinterest on some fault of hers. His constant comments about her weight had slowly chipped away at her self-esteem and her sensuality.
Unfortunately it had taken that cheating episode for her to realize what an ignoble bastard he was. That had been two years ago. Since their breakup, she’d had no desire to date, to put herself out there as fodder for ridicule, or to be held up to some man’s measuring stick of beauty. She’d been content with it. Until now. Until Gabe. He came with his own it. And it put it to shame. No doubt about it! Maggie’s cheeks bubbled as she tried to hold in the giggles from her silliness.
Her gaze glided up his face, and she gasped as she met his bold stare. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate, and they caused every organ in her body to crave sweet, silky, decadent things. A slow heat burned her face and shyly she averted her gaze.
“Morning, beautiful. What’s going through that head of yours?”
Oh God…“This is late for you, isn’t it?” She smiled and quickly detoured the subject, her gaze studying the cleft in his chin. Now she acquiesced to the insistent finger and trailed the folded skin.
He caught the palm of her hand and pulled it to his mouth for a kiss. “I needed the rest.”
She heard the teasing in his voice, but blushed at some of the images from last night that popped into her head. She’d been a complete wanton! She ignored him and asked, “Have you always been an early riser?”
He shifted and let his fingers drum lightly over her back.
“Ever since SEAL training. I had to be up at five am every day. Sometimes earlier.”
“That must have been arduous—being a SEAL.”
He paused. His sleepy voice sobered. “Yes, it was.”
She looked into his eyes. “Why’d you join?”
There was a prolonged silence. His gaze rolled towards the ceiling, fixing on something she knew wasn’t there. “I had a lot of rage and pain. I needed to join. It was good for me.”
Maggie twisted her lip. Everything about him seemed a mystery. She desperately wanted to know what had incited such deep emotions, but didn’t want to pu
sh him. It was a miracle that he was relating anything at all.
“I’ve heard that training is brutal.”
“Yeah. That’s when I met Harry. He and I were young, ready to take on the world. We thought we could do anything.”
A sudden remorse filled her at the reminder of his friend’s death. She held him close.
“How old were you when you joined?”
“Twenty-three. I quit Har—school to join.”
“Was your family upset?”
“I guess.” He shrugged his wide shoulders. “My brother was home. He took care of things.”
Maggie’s head popped up in surprise. “You have a brother?”
“A twin.”
Oh God. Two of them? Did God make an extra batch of good-looks and hard-body that day?
“Are you two close?”
“I’m not close to anyone, Maggie.”
She allowed his words to sink in while she surfed a foaming wave of sadness. Was he incapable of getting close to anyone? His words didn’t surprise her, but the feelings they evoked did.
“Why’d you leave the SEALs?”
He sighed heavily, his fingers now gently massaging the back of her neck. “I’d had enough. I’d learned to channel my rage, but I couldn’t get used to some of the senselessness. We had to rescue an American diplomat who’d been taken hostage in Afghanistan. He was kept captive by a family. A mom, dad, three children. They all had guns, and knew well how to use them. We rescued the diplomat. My team lost a man. The family all lost their lives. It made no sense to me. Those kids should’ve been out playing stick ball, not shooting weapons. I fought with my commander. Left.”
Her arms flexed tighter around him. She couldn’t imagine the atrocities he must have seen. It was obvious how much he respected and valued life.
“Where’d you grow up, Maggie?” His question surprised her.
She laid her cheek against his chest, now toying with the edges of the dressing on his shoulder wound. “Brooklyn.”
“Brooklyn?” His deep chuckle was music against her ear, and caused her to look up. “That explains a lot.”