SEAL on a Mission - Paige Tyler Page 0,34

after a minute, the tingles started to move outward, and she knew he was going to make her come.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, dragging her mouth away from his. “Just like that…right there…right there.”

She knew she was babbling, but couldn’t bring herself to care—or stop. He was so damn good at this.

Wes gazed down at her, eyes swirling with heat as he weaved his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, holding her steady as he worked her toward orgasm. Between one breath and the next, she exploded, her climax hitting her so fast that for a moment, it felt like she was weightless. Then she was tumbling over the precipice, coming so hard that holding in her screams was impossible.

It was like Wes knew her body better than she did. He teased more and more pleasure from her until she was sure she was going to pass out. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, while another part hoped it never ended.

Kyla didn’t realize Wes had scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed until she felt the soft mattress under her. Then he was leaning over her, a rather satisfied expression on his face.

“You okay?” he asked. “We can take a little break if you need to.”

She shook her head, unable to speak as she spread her legs and made room for him to fit comfortably in between them. He lowered his head to giver her a slow, languid kiss. After thoroughly ravishing her mouth, he let his forehead rest against hers.

“Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, casually gliding his cock up and down her wetness.

She laughed. “Worried you’ve worn me out?”

He flashed her a grin, lips moving to trace hers. “Just not in any kind of rush. We have all night.”

Kyla wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and yanking him closer. “Which is why I’d like to get started right now.”

Thankfully, Wes didn’t continue to tease her. Instead, he reached down and positioned his shaft at her opening, then gently slid inside.

The feeling of him filling her nearly took her breath away and she dug her heels into his lower back, pulling him in even deeper, until she swore there wasn’t a part of her left untouched.

She expected him to thrust immediately—which would have been more than fine with her—but instead, Wes stayed where he was, gaze holding hers as he pressed tender kisses to her lips. She had to admit, she was okay with that, too.

It was only after she began squirming under him that he finally moved inside her ever so slightly. Even that tiny bit made tingles ripple through her. It was so delicious she would have been okay if he kept doing that for the remainder of the night. But then he pulled out and before she could even do more than groan in protest, he was back in, pounding that place inside he’d been teasing for so long. The air burst from her lungs and she was sure there was no way this could get any better.

It did.

Oh man, did it get better.

He started slowly, but then picked up the pace until she realized she was experiencing little micro-climax every time he thrust. When the real orgasm hit, it was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced, and she clenched her teeth down on the muscle at the junction of his neck and shoulder, letting herself get lost in pleasure so perfect she knew there’d be tears later.

Wes groaned low and deep, coming with her, and she swore she could fill him pouring into her even though that was impossible with the condom he was wearing.

Long seconds passed as Kyla’s body continued to tremble and spasm with the aftershocks of her climax. Through it all, she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, not wanting to let him get away from her yet. Instead, she laid there, relishing the way his body pressed down against hers, making her feel warm and protected as his ragged breath tickled her neck.

Sooner than Kyla would have liked, Wes slid out and disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds. Then he was in bed with her, dragging the blanket and sheet down so they could slide underneath. She was making a home for herself right there against his chest when the sound of his cell phone ringing made her start.

“Don’t answer it,” she groused even as he jumped out of bed.

“I