SEAL’s Command by Makenna Jameison
Chapter 21
Two weeks later, Slate rolled over in bed, capturing Ashleigh’s mouth in a kiss as she eagerly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him to her. His bare skin was taut over his muscles, and he was so warm, she wanted to hold him to her forever. Ashleigh loved the feeling of being pinned beneath his large, muscular body. He’d never hurt her, and she loved the competing feelings of contentment and arousal whenever Slate was near.
He’d been afraid to touch her after her kidnapping, and Ashleigh had to convince him after a couple of days to make love to her. His gentle kisses and sweet caresses were tender and comforting, but she’d needed him. All of him. Fortunately, she hadn’t been assaulted or raped at the hands of her kidnappers. The ordeal could’ve been so much worse. Slate had held her in his arms the entire drive home, and she swore there was no place else she’d rather be. They’d gone straight to the hospital, and aside from being slightly dehydrated, she’d checked out okay and had been free to go home.
Slate kissed her again and then moved over her gently, and she could feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing against her. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmured.
“So are you,” she protested, lightly bucking her hips up against him to prove her point.
The boxer briefs he had on constrained his erection, but she could feel every inch of him through the satin panties she wore. Slate’s large hands slid to the bottom of her camisole, and then he was lifting it up and over her head, exposing her to his gaze. His eyes heated as he looked at her bare breasts, and one hand palmed her, caressing, while he kissed his way down her neck.
His lips found one nipple, and she gasped, feeling him tongue her tender bud and then lightly blow on her sensitized skin. One large hand slid down the front of her panties, and Slate groaned in approval. “You’re wet for me, Ash.” His fingers delved into her swollen folds, and as his thumb slid over her clit, she moaned.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He kissed her nipple again, gently, before sucking the taut bud into his mouth. Two thick fingers penetrated her, and then she was gasping for breath, at Slate’s mercy. Her satin panties stretched around his large hand, and it thrilled her to no end that he couldn’t even wait to finish stripping her bare before touching her.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked, taking his time to thrust his fingers in and out while she felt like she might spontaneously combust. His thumb skimmed over her clit again, and she arched against him, whimpering.
“You. Please.”
He kissed his way down to her stomach, slowly tugging her panties down her legs. Slate hovered above her sex, but she bit her lip, shaking her head. “You want me inside you, Ash?”
“God, yes,” she pleaded.
Slate reached for the drawer on his nightstand, tugging his boxer briefs down and quickly rolling on a condom. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lined himself up at her core. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, skimming a hand over her breasts and down toward her pussy. She whimpered again as he notched himself against her, and then Slate was slowly pushing himself in.
She cried out at the intimate invasion, her walls clamping down around his cock. He was so thick and hard, and she was desperate to have all of him. To be filled completely by Slate. His hands wrapped around her hips, and Slate held her to him as he slowly stroked her with his throbbing erection.
She let out a sob, overwhelmed with the feelings of pleasure coursing through her.
“Faster,” she pleaded.
“You feel too good, sweetheart,” he said, continuing at his own pace. She moaned as he filled her, trying to buck against him. His grip tightened on her hips, and his gaze was molten as it ran over her breasts, down to where their sexes joined.
He angled her differently against him, and she gasped. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Slate. My God.” Her hands fisted the sheets, her legs wrapped tightly around her man as he looked down at her with lust-filled eyes.
“I want you to come for me, Ash. Come on my cock right now.” He began thrusting faster, harder, and she couldn’t move away as he rubbed against her clit. Pressure was building up quickly inside her, and her orgasm exploded, sending her careening with pure pleasure. She cried out his name, gasping, and he didn’t stop thrusting.
She was breathless and trembling, and then Slate pulled her to him and stilled, grunting with his own release.
He gently removed her legs and ducked down, kissing her lips, neck, and breasts, as she clung to him. “I love you,” he said softly, his voice rough with emotion.
“I love you, too, Slate.”
He quickly removed the condom, tying it off, and then came back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. She reached for it, but he brushed her hands away, tenderly cleaning her off himself. She flushed at his attentiveness, but that was pure Slate. He was a complete alpha male, intent on protecting, caring for, and satisfying his woman.
He shocked her by ducking down to kiss her swollen folds, and she realized she was already growing aroused again. “I’m going to kiss you for hours, sweetheart,” he murmured, running a hand down her calf as he kissed her sex once more. “We’ll make love again, and then after we shower, I’ll cook breakfast for us.”
“Oh God,” she murmured as he knelt down before her and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders. And then she was lost to nothing but him as he made each promise of his come true.