She was heavy and warm, her nipple digging into his palm. He shaped her with tentative fingers, thumb circling, which made her gasp. Yanking his hand away, Geo flushed again when she pressed her lips together to hold back a smile.
“I promise, you won’t hurt me.” She slid her arms back around his neck and moved sinuously against him. “I need you. Please.”
She gave a gigantic tug, and they fell onto the bed together, her breathless giggle as they bounced and settled in a tangle of limbs easing Geo’s anxiety a bit. He kissed her softly, then buried his face between her breasts, the feel of her fingertips stroking his nape raising delicious goose bumps all over his body. Nibbling along one lush curve, he flicked his tongue against the taut, pebbled bud.
“Mmm,” she hummed, her hand tightening on his neck, holding him to her. “Feels so good.”
Encouraged, Geo drew her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked hard, her husky moans of enjoyment brushing along his skin and making him shiver. When he finally released her with a pop, her hips were moving restlessly, her heart hammering beneath his cheek. He rose up above her, groaning as she lifted and spread her knees.
Anticipation burning like fire through his veins, he nuzzled his nose against the swell of her belly, the scent of her driving him wild.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured, brushing his lips along the waistband of her panties. “Please.”
Her “yes” was so husky as to be almost inaudible as she helped him make quick work of the scrap of purple fabric. Geo ran his hands down her inner thighs, pressing them wide.
Her intimate flesh was as juicy as a ripe peach, silky and wet. His nostrils flared, mouth watering, his cock so hard it hurt. He kissed the inside of one knee, then drifted his lips down, attuned to her every breath, every sigh, all the little noises she made deep in her throat.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he searched her face, a blaze of satisfaction going through him at the sight of her with her eyes squeezed shut, teeth sunk in her lower lip. Even as he watched, she gave a sharp tug on his hair, a “get on with it” motion that made him suppress a smile.
He thought about teasing her, thought about edging her pleasure, but her growing need was evident in the moisture beaded on her curls, the hard, swollen nipples, and the way her pulse throbbed in the hollow of her throat.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed, then bent his head and dragged the flat of his tongue along her clit. The salty-sweet taste of her exploded in his mouth, and he growled, even as she cried out, “Geo!”
He licked her, sucked on her, his shoulders holding her legs wide as he slipped one, then two fingers inside her. She was hot, and slick, and he trembled as he thrust into her, over and over. Lani writhed on the bed, her fists twisted in the covers, back arching.
“Come for me, love,” Geo whispered, his fingers plunging deep once more. She froze, her high, thin cry music to his ears. The feel of her spasming around him, the gush of moisture, the swelling of her clit between his lips, had Geo riding the knife’s edge of control.
When the orgasm eased its grip on her, she sank back into the bed, her face flushed, eyes drowsy. “Holy shit.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Good?”
Flicking him on the nose, she grunted, “You know it was.” Then she stroked his cheek, thumb drifting over his lower lip. “Condoms in the side table.” She watched as he retrieved one and shakily rolled it on, then pushed him to his back. His fingers digging into her thighs, Geo let out a groan when she sank down onto him.
“Lani, Jesus!” Her body clasped him tight, and he found himself gritting his teeth, fighting to hold back.
She circled her hips, eyes falling shut, her lips parting. Tamping down his own need for release, he slowed his breathing, hands drifting up and down her silky thighs. As she moved, he gave her short, hard thrusts, her little whimpers of pleasure tightening his chest all over again.
“Geo...” Lani planted her hands on either side of his shoulders, her hair falling in a scented curtain around them and cocooning them in their own little world. Everything else faded away, until there was only the feel of her lush curves, her lips on his. “You feel so good inside me. You’re so deep... I need...”
At her gasping plea, he braced his feet on the bed and lifted his hips fully into her downward strokes, hilting himself, over and over. “Take what you need, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his hands cradling her breasts, the hard curve of her belly pressing against him.
When her breathing roughened even more, and her whimpers became breathless cries, he licked his thumb and pressed it to her clit, circling it, flicking it, then rubbing it hard, until she threw her head back and came with a long, low moan.
Digging her nails hard into his chest, Lani rode out the pleasure, and the sweet pain, the thought of her marks on his skin, kicked him over the edge. He arched clear off the bed with the force of it, his jaw clenched to keep from shouting something he had no right to shout:
Mine!
* * *
“Did you always want to be a SEAL?”
Lani’s voice was drowsy, her head heavy on his chest.
“Nah.” He sifted her hair through his fingers, his other hand drifting up and down her back. “I’d never even heard of them until one of my buddies decided he wanted to enlist in the Navy. For shits and giggles I went with him to the recruiter, and on the wall was this rah-rah poster of buff dudes doing what looked like some really awesome shit. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”
“Ah. The recruiter smelled blood in the water.”
He shook his head in disgust. “He really did, and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. These days guys who pass the initial assessment go to a separate bootcamp that feeds directly into the SEAL pipeline, but back then, you went to regular bootcamp and applied for Naval Special Warfare. Took me two years to get in.”
“So you did your time on a big old gray ship.” Lani splayed her palm over his abs. “And the recruiter met his quota.”
“Exactly. I made my share of dumb-kid mistakes along the way, too, which didn’t help.”
“But yet here you are.”
“Here I am.”
She propped herself on her elbow to gaze down at him, hair tangled, eyes heavy-lidded. The sheet slipped down to pool at her waist, leaving her full breasts gloriously bare. Reveling in the freedom to touch her at last, Geo cupped one gently, his thumb caressing the lush curve.
“So what’s it like?” she whispered. “Over there?”
“Afghanistan?”
When she nodded, he let his hand drop away and fall to the bed. “Certain parts of it are absolutely majestic, with some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.”