Page 49 of Sweet Refuge
He freed her feet and spread her legs wide. The bunk was narrow, and her calves hung over the edges, but as soon as he lowered his body to hers, she’d be wrapping them around his back.
He flicked his stare to her chest. “Take your bra off.”
“You take your pants off!”
“Just my pants? I’m only good for my cock now?”
“You know it. Now show me how you can use it.” She tore off her clothes and watched with her lip trapped between her teeth as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. When his stiff cock bounced on his abs, a sudden flash of memory hit her.
“Washington Monument,” she whispered.
He lowered his body to hers, fitting his hips between her splayed thighs. “Mmm. I’m flattered.”
It took her brain a second to realize he thought she was referring to his dick as the monument.
“Not you! The kid is in DC.”
“Ramon’s son?”
She gave him a sharp look. “How do you know about that? Does nobody keep their mouth shut around here?” She shoved a hand against his chest, nudging him back enough to slip out from beneath him.
But he moved her right back where he wanted her—beneath him with his cock poised at her entrance.
“We’re not finished here,” he barked out in that deep timbre that sent her engines revving all over again.
She yanked him into her. His flared head plowed through her walls until he was buried to the very root. They shared a moan right before he claimed her mouth.
He dragged the mushroomed head through her pussy walls, all the way to the entrance, and shoved back inside.
Locking her ankles behind his back, she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. Every plunge stole her mind and stoked the strong need in her. When she lifted her hips off the bed, he cupped her ass in one broad hand and angled her to receive him.
A burn of pleasure tore through her senses, and the deep passes of his tongue through her mouth took her even higher.
“I need to come on your cock!”
Slate-blue eyes pinned her. “Do it. Come on me. Then I’m going down on your pussy like I promised you.”
“Yesss. Do it now!”
“Not until you come like a good girl.”
His words jolted her. The badass SEAL in her balked at being called that. But the horny woman inside herpreenedat the words.
He churned his hips, grinding his cock, and leaned in to lap one straining nipple with his long, scorching tongue.
The tight pinch of release hovered over her. She dug her fingers into his back to pull him closer as the inferno swept her away. She rode the flames to the pinnacle and tumbled through the riptide.
While her mind was still floating with tiny fire-sparks, Slade pulled out of her, threw her legs over his shoulders and went down on her pussy.
The silky glide of his tongue over her throbbing folds had her crying out his name. Too late she realized just how loud she may be. Not as if everyone wasn’t talking about her and Slade anyway, but the last thing she needed was more chatter about them.
The thoughts were shoved back as Slade sank his tongue into her pussy, alternately licking and sucking on her clit until new shudders built inside her. When she shook on the verge once more, he picked her up and settled her on his lap.
Face to face, their gazes locked. Slowly, Lena sank over his cock. His body was hard steel beneath her. As he fastened his hands on her hips, his biceps bulged. Letting out what could only be called a coo, she gripped his arms and started to ride him.
“My turn to…drive you…crazy,” she murmured on each rock of their bodies.
He let out a rumble. “Try to tease me and face the punishment.”